Paint Me A World Of Color

I pull on a pair of gray jeans, a dark gray t-shirt, and a couple of gray bracelets that Ana set out for me. It’s not that I can’t pick out my own clothes (technically) or that I only wear white, black, and various shades of gray. It’s not that everything is truly these colors. It’s just that when I pick out my clothes, they end up jumbled in an awkward mix of color, blacks and blues and oranges and purples and browns… all in one incredible mess of an outfit. It may look fine in black and white, but in the world of color… let’s just say it doesn’t quite work out. I wear clothes of color, at least, Ana says so. It’s just that, in a world like mine, if you could see it through my eyes, you would understand it all. In my world, there’s no beautiful cyan, no mystical peach. Through my eyes, its all black, and white, and the shades in between. My eyes, my world, my life… is not a life of color. Oh what it would be like, to live in a world like yours. In a world, a world of color.

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7. Running Into Her... Again...

Chance's POV:

I'm sick of this. One of us has to say something, or do something, or... something! I'm not going to sit around and let some "secret admirer" take this girl away from me. Here goes...

 

I step around the corner, determined to look smooth and cool. As I swing around the pale brick wall, I spin on my heel and WHAM! I run straight into someone. My face becomes hot and red as I blush profusely from embarrassment. I look down at the person and reach out my hand to help them up, and see Austin. Oh crap. I think to myself, but then quickly shake that out of my head and give myself a mini pep-talk. It's not like she'll turn you down, or tell you to leave. You didn't do anything.

Satisfied, I pull Austin up off of the ground and open my mouth to speak, but before I can even make a sound she softly laughs and says, "You have GOT to stop doing that!" The side of my mouth involuntarily pulls up into a lopsided smirk at her sassy remark. 

"I didn't do anything!" I protest jokingly. "You ran into me!"

"Ha! Yeah right, blondie, YOU ran into ME!" She says, smirking. For a split second the grin remains, but then her expression dissolves into one of fear.

"What, Austin? What's wrong?" I ask, confused. 

"No- nothing. I, um, I have to um, I have to, uh, I have to go." She stutters, then scampers away, dodging the people passing her by.

I stand there for a while, confused. What was so bad about what she said?

A/N: Yay! This wasn't even part of my idea, but I'm still totally psyched!! One comment for next chappy plz!!

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