Blue

I laid my head down on Cody’s shoulder. He was talking to Chris about something or another. The morning had been somewhat uneventful so far. It was rather chilly.
Cody had just greeted someone, and I turned around to see who it was. I didn’t recognize him at first. Then it dawned on me that this was the same pale, white-haired boy with the binder I had seen a week or so before. His head was larger than I remembered it, and he was really short. I saw that he had the binder tucked underneath his arm.
“This is Christian,” Cody told us. “He’s in the seventh grade, too.” Everyone in the group glanced around to see who Cody was talking about. We started shooting questions about music and things at him. Sure enough, he had about the same interests as us. The only thing I disagreed with him on was the question about Marilyn Manson. He didn’t like Marilyn Manson; he said he was weird.
Then the question arose as to what Christian’s nickname was going to be. Chris’s was Raven. Tyler always changed his, but as of that day I think it was Turk. Cody’s was Cheese, but I never seemed to be able to call him by it once we started going out. So, of course, Christian needed one, too. We tossed around a couple of names.
“Pop tart!” exclaimed Lorna, “We’ll call him Pop tart!”
I thought that had nothing to do with the kid. He didn’t remind me of a pop tart at all.
“Let’s call him Blue,” somebody said, “then if he stands next to Cheese, they can be Blue Cheese.”
I laughed. Then, as I looked at the kid, I realized it was a little more fitting. He did seem kind of blue in a weird sort of way.
Everyone agreed. His name was officially Blue. Lorna didn’t seem very happy about it, though. I felt sorry for her, but I think it was good anyway.

I love it when things work out.