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———— 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘
When we were kids we always thought blue and pink were a match or meant to be if they were real people. Maybe the kids thinking was correct.
When I was six years old me and my family owned a pink beach house that we would go to every summer. The pastel pink seemed right and I cared for the house like it was my pride possession.
When it was my first time staying at the house I saw a pastel blue one right next to it, and I thought the colors blended so well together. The pastel blue was just as beautiful in my vision.
But that wasn't the only thing beautiful about that house, it was that one boy that lived in it. I figured out that his name was Elvis, what I beautifully name I thought.
I was so intrigued to meet this boy, all the friends that I made throughout the days says that he is the most handsome person they have ever met, I wanted to meet this boy that I'm guessing everyone has met so I asked my mother if we could.
My mother made cookies to give them something while we were there while I was upstairs trying to pick a outfit, I wanted to look nice. I don't care if I was six, I have made a rule for myself to always look pretty in front of anyone.
I picked to wear a pink poodle skirt, a white button up shirt, and my black and white saddle shoes. I may have added some cute heart earrings and some perfume on as well.
Fast forwarding to Elvis's house, me and Elvis were in his room getting to know each other, he was seven years old and loved black music, he hoped that one day he would be a musician. I told him I would be rooting for him which he smiled.
*11 years later*
Me and Elvis have been friends for elven years now, me being 17 and him being 18. Ever summer we would meet we would stay exactly where we were, the pink and blue houses.
This was our eleventh summer together, and as soon as I got out of the car I saw him waiting for me. I ran up to him which he then caught me holding me up. Me and him were so excited to see each other. We would always call each other when we weren't together (when it's not summer) and we would plan our summers together so we could meet and that went on and on every year since we met. He was my best friend.
I think at some point mine and Elvis's parents were having a conversation about us being together which me and elvis obviously eavesdropped on thinking it would never happen, but I really liked him, yet I kept it to myself.
Me and Elvis would go everywhere together, and some people thought we were in a relationship or some people would just call us pink girl and blue boy, I thought it was cute considering where we stayed every summer.
At the moment I was getting ready to go to the beach with my family and with Elvis's family. I put on a purple body swimsuit with white glasses, and my white sandals. My beach bag filled with my towel, sunscreen, a book, money, my drawing note book, and a pencil and eraser.
I was waiting at the beach for Elvis while my parents went at the nearest shop to get drinks, I was sitting on my beach towel reading until I got disturbed by Elvis scaring me. I chased him around yelling at him in a joking/laugh manner until we fell in the water. Elvis picked me up in the water to give me a hug and saying sorry for scaring me, but I laughed it off and said it was okay.
When we got out of the water we spotted our parents giving each other hugs and we ran back to our spot to say our hellos.
Later on that day me and Elvis were sitting on the sand watching the sunset, I felt a pare of hands on mine which made me look at Elvis, I leaned my head onto his shoulder and he gave me a kiss on my hand.
"Elvis?" "Yes doll" "What did you hold my hand for?" "I just wanted to hold your hand" he answered
That's when he leaned into my ear and whispered "I also think you look beautiful!", which give me a shiver down my spine.
I looked straight at him with a smile plastered on my face, ugh I wish he knew how much felicity I felt when I was close to him.
And I guess he did too because the next thing he did was unexpected. 💋💋💋
Having my first kiss with Elvis made me feel smitten, as our foreheads touched he told me something that I will be in my core memory forever.
"Your my pink girl" "And your my blue boy"
After that beautiful moment we spent together I had to leave, fast forward to my house I was in my room talking to one of my friends about it and she was squirming, I felt like the luckiest girl alive.
Hey it's roseatedesire, this story got me smiling, and btw if the first paragraph didn't make sense sorry about that, but when I was younger me and a lot of girls that I was friends with obviously started getting into romance and stuff that we would romanticize about anything (slay) and sometimes we thought that the color pink and blue would match well together. Maybe it was because pink stands for girl and blue stands for boy our because they just looked beautiful together. And no I'm not homo btw I care for everyone's sexuality. Love you 🤍
