Lucid

{ Chapter Three }

[ Athena Winters is casted as Karen Gillan. Image is at the top. ]

"Yeah of course! You're the boy in color." I let a smile ponder on my lips. He shoots me a look that makes me feel so degraded and stupid.

"You're fucking colorblind. How can you see me in color?" He snaps, the look on his face becoming more menacing.

I finally build the confidence to try to push him away from me, but his grip only tightens. He looks from side to side to see if anyone was standing in the hall.

He pulls me into my room and shuts the door behind us, then locking it. "W-what are you doing?" I try to speak up but my confidence falls short.

He grabs my face, squishing it and looking me straight in the eyes as if he could see something in them. "Are you even colorblind?" He was checking if I was color blind. Dumbass. "There's no way you can see me in color if you're colorblind! How can you see colors on me? That's stupid!" His voice was innocent and full of confusion.

He pushes my hair behind my ears and sighs. "I don't have an earpiece. I can just see you in color. Not your clothes, nothing else, just you."

His eyebrows furrow and stays silent. I see his eyes wander up and down my body and he takes a step back, finally letting go of my face. "This is impossible." His tone was soothing, not sharp or menacing. "What color are my eyes?" He shouts loudly as if I was deaf too.

"I have no fucking clue! I've never seen any colors. It's always been a greyscale." He sits beside me on the bed and smiles softly.

The imaginary lightbulb lit up above his head as his eyes widened and his smile grew bigger. He had a smile that gave me the chills and made me get butterflies in my stomach.

He stands up preparing to make the most important statement of his life. "I'm gonna teach you the colors." A smirk falls upon his lips and I immediately disapprove.

I shake my head and laugh. "I only see the color of your hair, skin and eyes. How are you gonna teach me more colors?"

He sits back down. "My eyes are blue." He locks our eyes and I feel a funny feeling in my stomach. We both smile softly, the feeling becoming mutual.

"What color are my eyes?" I ask and he begins to lean a tad closer and I follow his lead. Our faces come within 2 inches of each other.

He stands up abruptly, running his pale hand through his dark hair. "Woah!" He shouts, his voice resonates around the room. "Did you just try to kiss me?"

He smirks as I stand up quickly. I point at him, "You're the one who started leaning in first!" His cheeks fall to a lush color.

"Shut up!" He growls, clearly embarrassed. I smirk and watch his embarrassment fall into frustration.

I begin to laugh and his whole face turns to a darker lush color. I think I made him angry, which made me laugh even harder. "I just wanted to know what color my eyes are." I let a moment of silence float in the air. "Then you tried to kiss me."

His pride steps in the way as he yells in frustration and anger. "I have to leave. I have to make it to a photo shoot downtown." I laugh even harder. "What the hell is so funny to you?" He growls.

"You." I let a small giggle escape my lips. "You're so prideful, it's funny." I watch the cartoon steam flow out of his ears. "Wait, you're famous. Is that why you had all those cameras outside your limo?"

He scoffs and looks at me with that look that makes me look stupid. "Would you like to come?" A smile flickers on his lips for a split second. "I mean someone as stupid as you, maybe you could possibly enjoy watching me do a photo shoot."

I smile and nod gently. "Yeah sure." He shakes his head and looks at me once more.

He takes my hand and looks me up and down. "We're leaving now so we can get you some new clothes. You're obviously fashionably challenged." He shakes his head and begins to lead me out the door and down the hall.

We get in the elevator and he reaches for the button. "No!" I shout and push away his hand. "I wanna do it!" I shout again and press the star button labeled 'lobby'.

He shakes his head and looks at me. "You're a dork too." He looks away from me and he smiles.

His smile immediately drops as the elevator doors open. Cameras flash in our faces and words fly. He wraps his arm around my waist and leans into my ear. "Cover your face." He whispers, his hot breath fanning out across my skin.

I put my hand up to cover my face and he leads us through the crowd of calamity. I trip over my untied shoelace and hit my nose on someone's knee. The blood rushes down my face from my nose.

I plug my nose and continue to look down and away from the crowd as Wes helps me stand back up. Surprisingly he doesn't make a smart comment.

A strand of his dark hair falls into his face as he walks alongside me. The cameras flash in my face seemingly more by the second.

Blood drips down my hand as Wes continues to guide me toward the doors. He pushes open the double doors and leads me to the limo.

A man dressed in a dark suit opens the door for us and I slide in first, Wes following me closely.

The door shuts and silence was deafening. I look around for a tissue or a towel or something to plug up my nose.

"Your eyes are green." He snaps at me.

I look at him confused and he laughs. "What?" My shyness attracted his attention and he looks at me.

He laughs gently and shakes his head. "Your eyes. They're green."

I furrow my eyebrows. "My nose is bleeding and all you have to say is that my eyes are green?" I snap at him and he sits taken back.

He laughs hysterically, his cheeks going from pale to the lush color. "Napkins are in that cabinet." He grabs a couple and places them in my free hand.

"What color is this?" I mumbled looking at the blood on my hands.

He smiles, I can tell that me asking him for help gives him a sense of courage and pride. "Red." His words are sweet now.

He grabs the towels from my hands and begins to help me. His hands are gentle to the touch. The strange feeling floats around in my stomach leaving goosebumps on my skin.

"Hey fucktard?" He tries to talk to me but I ignore him. "Hey!" He shouts in my face causing me to jump.

He starts laughing and I shoot him a daring glare. "What asshole?" I growl back at him.

He freezes up. "We're here." He snaps at me and the door to my right opens. I step out of the limo, surprisingly there was no paparazzi.

He follows closely behind me and takes my hand in his. I quickly pull it away and shoot him a look."What are you doing?" I ask him with a puzzled voice.

"Holding your hand so you don't get lost." He looks me up and down and smirks.

I let out a fake laugh and glare at him. "I'm starting to think you like me. First you tried to kiss me and now you wanna hold my hand." I laugh a soft laugh. "You should ask me out first."

His face flushes with anger and confusion, his pride shining through as usual. "I mean you're the one who tried to kiss me so maybe I will ask you on a pity date."

I've never even had a boyfriend, let alone been on a date. "Bet you won't even ask me." I mumble and he looks me up and down once more.

"We'll see." He laughs softly. "Let's get you out of these trashy clothes and into something decent shall we?"

He takes my hand in his once again.