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Colours
By Lauren
By Lauren
Blue, green, brown.
Amber, gray, lavender.
Red, black.
You could have so many different eye colours, yet you got stuck with these gorgeous amber ones that’re mesmerising and entice me. I always see me reflected in your eyes.
Black, brown,
Red, auburn,
And a million shades of blonde.
You could’ve gotten such lovely coloured hair, but you got beautiful black hair that’s wild and all over the place, instead. It’s pretty cute. Plus, your hair is soft and velvety; one touch and you will always want more. It’s like a stuffed animal you don’t ever want to give away.
You like it when I ruffle up your hair, and I like doing that, so whenever we’re in your room I immediately attack your hair. We always laugh so much about it, yet I can never say it’s nothing more than just a touch of soft, velvety hair. Mainly because its not. Anything on your body that I’ve ever touched has felt wonderful.
White,
Black,
All sorts of in betweens.
You love to act like a typical white girl, even though you aren’t even that white. You’re pretty tanned. It’s a good look on you; it fits with your eyes and hair colour. You also love pink lipstick and that makes me laugh, because you’re a boy and I’m a girl and I’m supposed to be the lipstick loving freak, not you. You always put on some shiny, pink lip gloss and then cover me in kisses, all around my cheeks, jaw, neck. Everywhere you can reach.
You sometimes accidentally kiss my lips too. Those are pretty awkward. You once had a girlfriend who was stunning, but you lost her when she once stumbled across the two of us messing about in your room, and you kissed my cheek right then. Bad timing.
I always blame myself for that, even though you say that it’s fine, that you didn’t truly love her.
Bright colours,
Pale colours,
And all sorts of baby colours.
You love pale and bright colours. You always have. You love decorating your room with the brightest or palest of colours. Baby blue and baby pink are huge contributors, and the purple mix made in between is fantastic, too.
You’ve got a million teddy bears, and we love playing with them. My favourite would definitely be Ted. He’s the pale pink teddy that I got for you for your 13th birthday, and you’ve always cherished him. In his hands, he holds a little red heart that says, “I love you.” Of course, you didn’t believe it. You just took it as a friendship thing, so that’s what I did, too. However, I meant it as more than that, more than just a friendship thing.
Red, red,
So much red.
Your lips are so red, even though you love pink lipstick. You always joked that it’s just because you drank so much red wine. Well, I thought they were jokes, anyway. I hoped they were.
Something else that was red were your eyes. The red was a big contrast against your originally amber eyes. Somewhere along the way, I lost you. I lost the real you. The part of you that loved pink lipstick and planting kisses on me, the part of you that loved stuffed animals, the part of you that looked at everything with love, innocence and curiosity. And I don’t know where he is now.
We almost never hang out anymore. Every Wednesday, I swing by your place, but everytime you’re either out or you don’t want to see me. Whenever I’m stepping off your porch, I look back to wave goodbye, and I can tell your mother is pained by this new you, too.
I want the old you back.
Red, red,
Even more red.
One day, I go to the roof of our school, our old meeting place. With only my lunch to accompany me, I sit by the edge to look down. As I’m slowly eating my sandwich, I feel someone tap me on my shoulder, so I look back, and there you are. Your eyes are red, there are bags under them, and your posture is terrible. I invite you to sit beside me. You do.
For a few moments, all that can be heard is the silent crunching of my teeth, as I ate my bacon sandwich. You always loved bacon. Suddenly, you start crying, and I’m unsure of what to do. I put down my sandwich and I turn to face you. Your face is a mess; you can’t stop crying. I hold you in a hug, like I always did when we were younger, when you were upset.
I sing beneath my breath, a lullaby your mother taught us, called “Song of the Sea”. You don’t stop crying, but it does lessen, as you rock slightly, back and forward. My hands instinctively go to wipe your tears. After, I gently take your chin in my fingers and I turn your head to face me. However, your eyes still look to everywhere but me.
I sigh. Knowing it’s no use, I let go. Still though, I ask you what’s wrong. You don’t answer, just wrap yourself in a ball. Stroking your back, I quietly sit beside you, waiting for you to open up about what’s been going on with you lately.
“I’ve… I’ve been doing drugs, ok? I’ve taken tobacco. Some marijuana. I’ve drunk wine, beer, rum, whatever it’s called. At first, it was just a dare. You know, the ‘go do this risky thing you shouldn’t do’ type of dare. But then I got addicted and now I don’t know what to do. Help me. Please.” Your voice is quiet, and I can sense fear. Contemplating strongly on what I should do, I end up simply just hugging you. I don’t really know what to do either but what I do know is you, so that’s what I’ll work with for now.
Powder, liquid,
Gases, addiction.
For the first time in a year, I walk with you back to your house. Even though it’s childish and a bit embarrassing, we hold each other’s hands, just so we don’t lose one another. Your grip is tight, and even when we get to your house, you refuse to let go.
I lead you to what I know is your room; at least it was, a year ago, anyway. Now, it’s a room that’s been trashed, only filled with mess. You’re still refusing to let go, and now you’re shaking. I bring you to a space on your bed that’s clear.
I sit down with you and take out some pink lip gloss. You’re tearing up now, but you sit still as I take your face by your cheeks and colour your red lips pink. I look around and in the cluster, I see Ted. I leave you for a moment to fetch Ted, who I bring back and place in your hands.
You sits there, as though frozen. I reach out and touch your hair. It’s dry and sticky, nothing like before, but I still ruffle it up. Then, we sit beside each other in complete silence.
After what feels like forever, you call out my name. Your voice sounds sad, and slightly distant, but it’s something.
“Yeah? Do you need anything?” I ask, placing my full attention on you.
“This… is a really overdue confession,” you chuckle, wiping away your tears. “But, um, I really love you. Like, proper love you. You’re gorgeous, kind, clever, sweet. You’ve always been there for me. Yes, I know you came every Wednesday. Even after everything I put you through, you still came to check up on me, although you didn’t get much.”
You fiddled with Ted, as you put much thought into your next words. By now, I’m trying not to, but I’m on the verge of tears. You continue. “You helped me even when I pushed you away. You were always there, waiting for me. I didn’t want to admit it, but I could never live without you. I think apart of the reason I got addicted and started pushing you away was because I didn’t want to worry you, or always have to depend on you… but that didn’t work out very well, did it?”
You laugh awkwardly, before stopping and mumbling something to yourself. Tears are still cascading down my cheeks, but I grab you and give you the tightest damn hug I’ve ever given anyone. You’re surprised, but then you hug back, and for just a moment everything’s ok.
Baby blue, baby pink,
A wonderful purple mix.
“You know, you’re going to have to admit to what you’ve done at some point in time, because people are going to find out,” I state, while we’re cleaning up your room. You shrug, as you put everything back to what it once was, its previous glory.
“We’ll get to it when we get to it,” you say, like the inspirational person you are. I ♥♥♥♥ my head back and laugh. You smile, and then lay down on your bed. “I think that’s enough cleaning for today. Come on, I know you’re tired.”
“Lazy ♥♥♥♥,” I retort simply, but I still lay beside you.
“Hypocrite,” you grin.
“Whatever,” I say, stubbornly. You turn on your side and do something which you hide from me, and I’m fine with that. Then, you turn and take my face in your hands, and stare intense into my eyes, before beginning to plant kisses on me. Everywhere. Literally.
You kiss my cheek, my jaw, my hand, my arm, even my leg for Heaven’s sake. You even lift my shirt to sneak a kiss on my hip. I’m laughing and you’re smirking. You aim for my jaw but then, I move my head and your lips are on mine.
We pause.
Then you pull back and apologise repetitively, but I just sit there, speechless. You’re mumbling to yourself about how you’ve messed up but I just chuckle, before making you face me and giving you a proper kiss.
You taste like beer but I ignore that because I’m kissing you of all people. You, my best friend since our diaper days. You, my crush since I can remember. You, my lover and soulmate. I never knew just how much I was missing out on before this day.
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TEEDEDDDDDD ;-;
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