Loving Him Was Red

Chapter 1 - Junior Year at Chilton

"Sage!" Paris screamed.

Oh lord help me, I think to myself as I turn towards the doorway and say, "yes Paris?"

"What are you wearing today, the mini blazer, or the blue jumper or the grey sweater? On the outside I mean. I was thinking of wearing the blazer but I don't know. Will anyone else be wearing the blazer and do you happen to have an extra tie around anyway?" Paris rambles on as I stuff as many books I can in my book bag.

Paris continues on, pacing up and down the length of my room, still going on about uniform, books, classes and this that and the other. I zone out after the extra tie and just let her ramble on for as long as she wants. Paris is special like that. It gets annoying after a while but what can I do? She's my sister. Twin sister to be exact.

Let's wind back a little for me to give you some backstory. My name is Sage Elizabeth Geller, twin sister of Paris Geller. I'm younger than Paris, in fact my parents didn't know about my existence until my mum was in labor and the doctor told her that there was another one in there. I was a spontaneously named baby, apparently Paris had her name picked out as soon as the ultrasound confirmed she was a girl. My mother looked at the wallpaper of the nursery where she was brought briefly to look at us and decided that the one who came out first was going to be called Paris Eustace Geller because it was decided and me? She looked at the wallpaper, looked at my dad, then told him I should be named Sage because the wallpaper was sage green and it was a pretty colour. Elizabeth had a nice ring to it so there it is Sage Elizabeth Geller. When they named us, they separated us completely because we look and act completely differently. While yes we both do extremely well in school and have the same blonde coloured hair, our similarites pretty much ends there. I was born with the baby face with the round soft look to it, sweet rosy cheeks and hair that was soft and flowy. Paris was born with the harsh look to her and her personality matched just that. Blunt and an over achiever is something Paris was and always will be. I am more prone to keeping up my good grades to get into a good college but I don't need to get also those extra credits like Paris wants and needs. I care about my grades immensely but I have friends! I am a socialiser and I am liked. Paris yells too much. And is way too blunt. And yet we're close. Huh. I never realised how strange that is until now. But of course, she is my sister. Although I do wonder what would've happened if I was the one who came out first and Paris was the unexpected one. Very interesting to think about when bored.

I zip up my book bag with a triumphant swish of my hands. Finally. A job well done. However, it is at that moment that Paris realises that I have completely zoned out.

"Sage! Ugh why won't you listen to me. Please. Stressed out woman here." Paris proceeds to pick up a 2 markers and wave it in front of my face like a baton.

"Ok, ok alright, put the markers down I'll talk to you." I say, lowering her hands from in front of my face. "Now about uniform I'm wearing the blazer but I'm sure there'll be people wearing the blue jumper but I think you should lay off the gray. I didn't even know you had one. And go look in the middle drawer of the dresser there should be an extra tie. You really do need to stop losing them. About books check your timetable and see what you need, bring a folder, clipboard, notebook, notepad and plenty of pens, highlighters, pencils, rubbers and white-out for notes. Happy with my response?" I say rolling my eyes as I test out how heavy my book bag is.

"Very. But that stuff should be easy to fit into a book bag, especially a huge one like yours. Don't  tell me you brought a thousand novels again."

I sigh as I look up at her. Paris had never understood my need for recreational reading. It takes me out of this stressful, mostly annoying world I live in to a entirely different place. It's basically my coping method, like her yelling is for her.

"Yes I did bring books. And I have one for every genre I may possibly feel like reading today plus a backup of that genre if I decide I don't like that one. And it's my coping method to read, Paris don't judge. You know how yelling at people soothes you? Yeah well my books soothe me. So if you would please excuse me I need to reorganise my bookshelf." I say stepping through her and my bed to my bookshelf.

As Paris grudgingly leaves my bedroom she calls out and says, "you know, my screaming actually has medical research backing how it is therapeutic you see-"

"That was your 'research' Paris! Not anything done in a laboratory." I roll my eyes as pull out all my books to put in a different order.

"No see here is something I did a couple months ago..." and before I knew it, Paris was standing in my doorway holding a bunch of weird diagrams and charts pointing and showing me how her yelling was therapeutic.

I took a broom in the corner especially for situations like this and started brandishing it in her face and screaming OUT, OUT! (She relented after no less than 5 whole minutes, boy is she stubborn)

"Sage you're going to listen to me one day, I promise you!" Paris says as she walks out of the room, fuming as she waves her charts and diagrams around.

AN:

First chapter! That was easier than I thought it would be. Please tell me opinions of Sage and her relationship with Paris. Like any of my stories, if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes, please point it out. And if you understand any of my references please say so too. Thank you so much for reading, and please vote.