Purple

chapter 11

"So now what..?"

I looked to my side to see Derek's face. We stayed laid out flat on the cold wood floor.

"Well, I would really like to make sure you aren't going to regret this,....and hide me from your mom." Derek responded looking over towards me, his eyes meeting mine.

I winced, and looked away from Derek as the thought of explaining this situation to my mother arm to mind. Although it may have seemed impossible, I knew it had to be done. If I wanted to prove my affection for Derek, I had to face Mom.

"No, I will tell her. Everything. Soon." I looked back over at Dereks smiling face. His playful grin reached his beautiful fiery eyes, and they shined red with the help of the sun peeking through our window.

He seemed speechless. I could tell he wasn't sure of what to say, but he still looked at me with reassurance. I appreciated the still silence. We were able to just be with one another, and I felt this as a sign to our new beginnings.

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After we'd gotten up and cleaned our mess that was created by our little fight, and....the other things, the rest of the day continued on normally. (Lacking the former tension, of course.)

I felt a bit stuck however. I was happy to have finally allowed myself to feel my feelings, but getting my mom on the same page felt like such a huge feat. I almost just wished I could never tell her.

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On the couch we sat entertaining one another in any way we could think of, awaiting tomorrow's school day.

I couldn't stop thinking about Derek and I. Where we stood specifically with one another. I thought it fit to ask.

"So what are we doing? Uh...What are we?" I maybe shouldn't have asked this so early on, but I couldn't stop the question from arising.

Derek hesitated, which made me nervous. I decided to sort of elaborate on where I stood, maybe to help him fell better about what he'd wanted to say.

"Like, I know things have been rough and all, but I....really, really like you and maybe we should make things concrete, especially before taking to my mother..." I could tell I was talking much too fast. There was no stopping it from happening, I was much too nervous to control myself better. Luckily Derek cut me off.

"Really, *really*, huh?" Derek looked at me slyly.

I blushed, embarrassed from actually letting myself admit that. Especially since we'd just 'hated' each other less than 4 hours ago.

"Derek, ugh, I'm trying to be honest with everyone from here on out. Do you really have to make me regret it?" I sighed at him, and puffed up my cheeks to show him i was still being playful, yet still a bit serious with what i'd said.

He smirked, meeting my eyes and in a low voice saying; "I'd hope you wouldn't regret it if I said I felt the same way about you, Alice." His warm hand reached up to caress my cheek.

My nerves calmed with his words. Derek had a weird way of admitting things. Nonetheless, he'd reinforced what i'd thought he felt.

I gave him a small warm smile, and reached out for his other hand. Which was, in fact, only a few inches away on the dark blue couch.

"Hey you know what..." Derek said as he broke the short silence, letting his hand fall back down to his lap.

"...I hadn't told you this yet, but I think it would be helpful to know. My mom is actually a blue."

"Wait, actually? I made a confused expression while he spoke.

"I know, shocking." Derek spoke, sarcastically.

"Well, no, but usually when blues have kid they raise their kids to follow blue values.Which would lead them to become a blue.....Is your dad a red?"

"No, he's a blue too."

"So I guess people are really just born they way they are huh?"

"Does seem that way doesn't it?" He said this to me with a "No duh" sort of tone, but I decided to ignore that.

"Anyways, I was thinking my mom could go with you to talk to your mom. You know to explain the 'dynamics' or whatever." Derek explained.

I thought about his proposal. It actually was a fantastic idea. I wasn't sure if it would actually work obviously, but my mom would be more inclined to listen to another blue, especially of her own age.

"Derek, that might just be a perfect idea."

He sunk back into the couch as he spoke; "See, i'm just full of good ideas."