Unthinkable: Color of Love

Chapter 1

I slowly trudged up the dark stairs to my room. I kicked off my shoes and sprawled myself on my bed and thought about my horrid date. I have had my fair share of jacked up and stomach wrenching dates, but this was the tip of the iceberg.

The guy was not only a complete slob by picking in his nose then in his teeth; he also was conceited! As if he had anything that made him attractive!

Whenever I tried to talk with him he would look in his spoon and ask the waitress for another one. I had asked him why he did that and he said “There were too many smudges. I couldn’t see my sexy self in it.” He would say as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. In short the date was over when I took my spoon from my napkin and threw it dead in his face and yelled “Can you see yourself now!” then I stormed out. He was the one who drove me there, had to take a cab.

I felt my face turn into disgust at the thought of him. I’m just happy it’s over.

 The colorful wonders of the walls in my room brought me some sort of comfort (Though I couldn’t see it). I had told my mom that I would be late and she didn’t have a problem with it. She was a laid back person. She just wanted me to have nice time and stay out of trouble.

 My head found my fluffy pillow and I was finally drifting off to sleep when a loud buzzing noise went off. What could it possibly be now! I rolled over to my nightstand and found that it was my phone that caused the unwanted noise. I fumbled with it in the dark until it was in my hand.

There was a call from Roy on the brightly lit screen that gave some light to the pitch-black room. I smiled seeing the name of my best friend.

I picked up the phone and whispered, “Why are you calling me so late?” He snickered on the other line and my heart fluttered at the sound of his laugh. I am in way too deep.

 “How was the date?” He asked knowing that it was horrible just like all the others.

“It was a disaster, but you probably already knew that. Right?”  I sarcastically answered and he laughed again.

“Maybe I did maybe I didn’t. But don’t worry Angel I’m sure he was douche bag. I promise there will be others.” He spoke nonchalantly. He was only trying to make me feel better. He was a really great friend.

“I guess I’m just tired of all these crappy guys. Either they’re players or they’re just plain weird.” I sighed out of pure agony.

“Calm down... hey! At least you have me. I’m one good guy in your life right?” he asked hoping my answer was yes.

“Of course your one exception to the male race that doesn’t completely make me give up hope on you guys.” Which made him laugh and I joined in.

“Well I guess you’re tired from yelling at the dude so I’ll see you tomorrow. Good night Angel.” He whispered while yawning.

“You sound tired too. Night Roy.”

 I gave him an air kiss over the phone and I guess he heard it because he said, “I heard that missy. Don’t make me come over there and show you a real kiss.” I giggled at him and we hung up. I began to drift off to sleep again glad that Roy made my night just a bit better.