Every Dark Night Turns Into Day

Lemon Zest

I looked around the mall curiously at the bustling activity of people walking back and forth around each other. I vaguely made out some of my classmates at the various stores and restaurants. Mostly alone but a few had a couple people with them. Most likely for study sessions.

“It’s so freaking loud in here,” Indigo muttered as she narrowly dodged a kid running past us. “Hey watch where you’re running!”

“Shut it Goggles!” The kid shouted back as he disappeared into a store.

“Why that little shit,” Indigo grumbled and cracked her knuckles. “Lucky he’s like seven otherwise I’d break his jaw.”

“Easy Indy,” Sunny smirked. “Don’t want to get us all kicked out dearie. Mainly me because I shop at this mall often.”

“I hate when she calls me that,” Indigo muttered as Sugarcoat shrugged. Sunny rolled her eyes a bit as she stopped in front of a clothing store mannequin.

“Could be worse,” I suggested. “She could be calling you cute.” I turned and faced a wall as I smirked. Indigo absolutely hated being called cute.

“I’m not cute,” Indigo grumbled. “I’m an athlete. I’m strong willed.”

“Uh huh,” I commented as Sour glared over at us.

“While I would hate to interrupt your lovely conversation, we’re moving at a snails speed!” Sour grumbled.

“I don’t know if you’ve seen them but there’s a large crowd of people in our way,” Sugarcoat pointed out as she tossed a tea bottle hand to hand. “Have you been taking your medicine?”

“What medicine?” I asked before Sour could speak. “She a druggie?”

“She’s bipolar,” Sugarcoat answered and stared into a book store. “Mood swings, random insults, being a bitch at random times. You guys seriously haven’t seen the signs from her behavior?”

“Now that you mention it yeah I have,” Sunny admitted. “I always just assumed it was her being a jerk as usual.”

“Hey! I’m right here you know?” Sour snapped.

“Would you rather me say it behind your back or to your face?” Sunny asked pointedly as she placed her hands on her hips. “Because I can do that if you wish.”

“I think you’re missing the point,” I muttered as we resumed walking.

“Well are you on your meds or not?” Sugarcoat demanded as she ignored us. She could be surprisingly annoying when she wanted to.

“No I forgot. Are you happy?” Sour growled as Indigo walked up to pretzel stand. I don’t know how anyone can eat those nasty things.

“No. We’re going back to your house,” Sugarcoat stated firmly. “As dysfunctional as we all are together, medicine is important. And don’t even bother arguing because I’ll have Indigo hurt you.”

“We will miss the movie!” Sour snapped at her. “We all specifically came up with this plan along with Cadence, remember?”

“What freaking movie was it?” Sunny demanded with an eye roll as I watched casually from the side lines. Indigo walked back up with three more pretzels and some cinnamon covered looking things.

“I got pretzels for you three and cinnamon coated dough for Lemon because she hates pretzals,” Indigo announced as she handed me my container and I looked at her in confusion.

“Why?” I asked finally. Indigo paused as she held her own pretzel.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “Felt right I guess? I’m not sure. Feels weird.”

“Agreed,” Sunny nodded as she hesitantly accepted the offered disgusting object Indigo held out to her.

“The movie is Friday the thirteenth. The first one,” Sour answered as we sat down.

“They’re still showing the movies from the eighties?” Sugarcoat asked with a raised eyebrow. “Wow.” That wow probably had the most emotion I’ve ever seen the girl display in the entire time I’ve known her.

“Today was a special showing because today is Friday. And it’s the thirteenth,” Sour explained as she crossed her legs.

“You three accompany Sour home and I’ll bring the movie,” Sunny shrugged. “Dad owns all of them for some reason. They aren’t that scary actually. And don’t give me a fake address or I’ll be mad.”

“Fine,” Sour grumbled. “But don’t be late! Or make me regret it!”

“Nice place!” I announced as I flung myself on the couch and looked around at the living room. Pictures decorated the room and a bow hung on the wall along with a antique Civil War musket that apparently didn’t work according to Sour. Indigo flopped down next to me and placed her feet on the coffee table.

“Is this your sister?” Sugarcoat asked idly as she examined a picture on the wall. I glanced over at the girl in a blue band major uniform with dark pinkish curls in a gym holding a baton.

“Yeah that’s Baton Switch. Her nickname is Sweeten Sour by her friends. She’s surprisingly nice and sweet for being related to me. She has a very fierce personality when she wants to use it. Mainly when it comes what she feels is right. She’s only cruel to me,” Sour answered as her parents walked into the room with Sunny.

“I brought another one of your friends dear,” Sours mom said cheerfully. “I’m Glitter Swirl and that’s my husband Emerald Moon.”

“Never thought my daughter would bring home friends,” Emerald nodded at us. “Get up and get your guests some drinks and food Sour. I raised you better than to leave them waiting.”

I raised an eyebrow as Sour quietly stood up and nodded. Sugarcoat sat down on the couch in between us as Sunny held up the movie.

“What would you girls like?” Sour asked in a forced happy tone.

“Water,” Sugarcoat and Sunny said instantly in unison.

“Pop for me,” I held up eagerly as Indigo rolled her eyes.

“Gatorade if you got any. Water if not please.” Sour gave us a nod as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Thank you for coming over,” Glitter smiled at us as she straightened a picture. “It’s not often Sour brings people over. The last time was middle school or so. I know she can be a bit difficult to talk to at times.” We all looked at each other before Indigo kicked Sunny under the table in the knee. Sunny yelped and gave her a dirty look as Indigo jerked her head to the older women.

“Oh uh it’s no problem,” Sunny said hastily. “She can be yes.”

“I understand,” Emerald agreed as the two stood at the stairs. “We’ll be upstairs. Don’t be too loud please, I have work at five. Have fun.”

Sunny gave a wave as we watched them walk upstairs as Sour returned with my pop and sat down finally. Sour had a surprisingly nice family.