Remember how I said I associated Billie with a color? She is very much a raging red at this moment. "You aren't helping" I said while I wiped down the table, "I helped with the lockers" she said as she scrolled through her phone and had her feet on the desk. I grabbed the paint bucket and walked towards her, "no relax I'll do it right now, that shit took forever to get out of my hair" she said as she ran her hand through her hair. "I know, my bathtub looked horrible" I said with a small chuckle. She got up and started to wipe down the painting station. "You never really told me why you associate people with colors" she said "that's none of your business" I said as I wiped down the desk. "Its a little weird don't you think?" She asked, "it's weird because you don't understand it" I said and she nodded and shrugged. "Where was your interview" I asked, "Ellen" she said naturally, "how the fuck did you pass that opportunity?" I asked, "I rescheduled and she thought it was hilarious" she said and I smiled. "What are you doing after this?" She asked me, "sleeping, you?" I asked. "I have nothing to do, want to hang out?" She asked and I looked at her weirdly, "I broke your hand in 9th grade, you crashed my beautiful mustang in 10th and you almost killed me last year, why would I want to be friends with you?" I asked. "Hey I did not know you had asthma and we aren't friends, just hanging" she said and I looked at her before agreeing. "Is this place completely empty?" She asked as she looked towards the hall, "yep" I answered. "I'll order us food, meet me in front of the music room" she said rushing out the door.
I stood there with a bag of food that was delivered a few moments ago and swayed back and forth. "Come on" Billie said signaling me into the auditorium, I entered and saw that she had beautiful stars across the auditorium. "Wow how'd you know about this?" I asked, "they're doing a space setting this week" she said as she plopped down and took out her food.
After talking for a while her red color had faded into a red pink and she wasn't as bad as I associated her. "Why do you ghost people constantly?" I asked her, "because I get bored easily" she answered casually. "Why do you?" She asked, "no one has ever been my pink" I answered. "Love is more of a blue, it's confusing and not as bright at times" she said and I completely understood where she was coming from.
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The Color Blue
FanfictionI like to believe that the stars aligned when we loved each other because she was red, I was grey and our love was the color blue.
