Frog Tale by JT Schultz Read Free Book Online

commotion below had indeed been in relation to her.
    “Don’t say a word!” She sniffled and stepped away from the door.  Her heavy steps crossed the floor and she sat on the edge of her bed. She looked like hell. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, her cheeks rosy from the tears shed and her…
    “ What did you do to your hair?”
    She covered her face in her hands and started to cry again. “I asked you not to say anything.”
    “Chloe, how can I not say anything? You were supposed to get home from school five hours ago. Not only are you past very late, and have me worried but your hair is the color of a road construction pylon.”
    Her tears came harder and faster then he registered she wasn’t wearing her glasses. With the amount of tears she currently shed, he shouldn’t be surprised. His heart picked up speed and he knew he’d been harsh. However, since he’d started living with Chloe, he fully understood the concern over being tardy and owed his parents a huge sorry for all the worry he’d put them through over the years. He would make sure he made his apologies shortly after arriving home.
    “Let me have a look at you!” He couldn’t explain why he was reacting like this but he cared about the teenage girl who had been so good to him.
    She lifted her head and peered over her fingers. “Why?  So you can lecture me?”
    He sighed and wished for the love of God he knew what had crossed through that pretty head of hers to do something like this. “No, just bring me closer to you.”
    She sniffled, wiped her tears on the back of her hand and stood. With another shoulder-moving sniffle, she walked over to his glass castle and lifted him up then walked them over to the bed. He hopped down and made his way to her pillow while she stretched out, buried her face in the other one and again started to cry. He glanced to the clock and knew it was late. Where had she been? Apparently she had been experimenting with hair colors.
    A grief filled sob filled the room and his heart broke. Seeing her so distraught, bothered him immensely. “ Il mio cuore , please don’t cry.”
    “ Why did you call me that? What does it mean?”
    “ It’s Italian, it means my heart .”
    She sniffled and her long black lashes blinked at him, still wet from her tears. “That’s really sweet Luc.”
    “Well, you’re a pretty sweet kid, don’t cry. What on earth possessed you to do that to your hair?”
    “ I just wanted to be pretty like my sisters.”
    She couldn’t be serious , then again she did talk to a frog. Didn’t she realize or see just… “You are pretty Chloe.”
    She sniffled again and fresh tears ran down her cheeks. “No, I’m not super thin with blonde hair and blue eyes. I’m chunky with dark hair and eyes.” Heavy sobs echoed as she buried her face in her pillow.
    He could honestly say it made him sad to the root of him to see her so upset and he hated when she cried. Over the last few months he had grown to adore her. She was sweet, funny and had taught him what it was like to have a true friend.
    “ Chloe, please don’t cry.” His voice was a low whisper and his heart tightened. “You aren’t chunky, you’re curvy. Some women are shaped like sticks, others curvy. You fall into the latter, but are far from fat or chunky. Your sisters are sticks. Besides, Georgina is flat-chested and Stella’s hair reminds me of a scarecrow, I highly doubt that the curtains match the carpet.”
    Okay, maybe not the best choice of words.
    She looked up from her pillow and sniffled. “I think I understand what that comment means.”
    A ha! Progress.
    “Her hair is actually a dark blonde, she uses some spray stuff and a hairdryer to keep it a paler shade. Georgina’s was white when she was a baby from what I’ve been told.”
    “So they’re both blonde?” He sighed. “They also both have personalities as deep as a mud puddle. They’re shallow and that gets boring.”
    “ Maybe to a frog. Guys like it,