Red, White and Green: A (Horror) Love Story

His Skateboard Which is Still Stuck to His Feet

(POV of Eleven) (Swear warning)

Urgh...

I woke up feeling unfit for any game Numberland's playing with me. My mind's cloudy like a bad day for playing outside. Fourteen's looming powerfully over me like an enormous football goalie. He's the first thing I see when I actually start seeing again, my first thought being how much I liked looking at him.

Additional football reference that indicates I like football. (I like football)

I'm too tired to get out of bed. In silent awe, I take in Fourteen's simplistic facial features. They caught my attention like a football kicked way up in the air, the kind of launch that would easily hit the gym ceiling if it happened to be indoors. Did Fourteen get beautiful all of a sudden, or was he always like this? Shame on my unobservant self if I had only noticed his looks now. I was astonished at how pretty his colorful eyebrows were, how handsome his cartoonishly round eyes were... Oh, how his eyelids and lips had such an alluring green! He looked surprisingly professional with his helmet and skateboard stuck on his feet with superglue.

Everything in my sight looked to be tinted a pink fit for Valentine's day. Hearts flooded my eyes as I continued to stare at Fourteen. His face was in the center of it all. It was beautiful, soft, and everything just looked good when he was there. Why was everything so pink? Everything else was uglier than him, especially in pink.

This isn't right. My eyes are deceiving me. I rubbed my eyes and realized there were pink-tinted, heart-shaped glasses on me. I promptly threw them off.

"Did you put those on me?" I ask the beautiful skater in front of me, chuckling playfully. His following tone was far more serious.

"No! Absolutely not. Crazy things are happening, Eleven dudette. I didn't even realize until now those were even on you." It sounded hard to believe, but I let it go on account of him looking genuinely frightened. Or maybe it was just because he was so handsome.

"Well... What, then? Why am I here?"

"You stuttered while trying to say hi to me. You passed out because you couldn't stop. I carried you here because I didn't know what else to do."

The memory came back to me. I stopped in my tracks to say hello to him, but in my nervousness of disappointing him, my speech broke. I really was terribly nervous right then and there. It's a good thing he was the one to bravely save me and take me somewhere I could rest.

I paid actual attention to my feelings for Fourteen for the first time. They packed a far more powerful and swift kick than any romantic feelings I've ever had before. Wait a moment! It was then that I realized how out of place and sudden they were. I didn't understand what I was feeling, let alone why. Fourteen suddenly looked so handsome, and I was so into it, but I noticed now that I felt nothing like this about him before.

"I know, you're confused. Your feelings weren't always there." Fourteen said. "I read your mind. I'm getting sudden feelings too. I already want to say I love you."

"I love you too." Did I really just say that? We're starting off on a fast match, wherever we're going with this.

That's not right. We're not on a love team. I shake my head and temporarily snap out of the love spell. I haven't loved him, and he's yet to approach me in a way that would suggest he ever loved me. Well, I suppose he did now, but never before this. I picked up from his terrified demeanor that this love was a bad thing. Part of me found it disappointing. The rest of me agreed, tired and terrified of the sudden strike of love.

I get out of bed before I stare at his face any longer and feel mine turning red. I made sure not to make eye contact in the case that... I don't know, flower petals and hand holding would commence. As much as I wanted to embrace him, I simultaneously found the thought of it gross. Where are these stray thoughts coming from? I'm tired and dazed.