Your Eyes Are Blue, Mine Are Red

Shades

EB: so dave why do you always wear sunglasses?

I read as I was talking to John. John was my best friend and as he said, my name is Dave. Dave Strider to tell the truth. I have an older brother who I and almost anyone I know calls "Bro" there is only few people who will call him by his real name. Dirk.
TG: dude, you know this.
TG: they are shades.
TG: there is a fine difference between sunglasses and shades.
TG: one is cool and manly the other can come in many forms and sizes and are mostly girly.
I type as I wear my shades. The slightly dark keyboard under my finger tips on the lit screen of my phone. Maybe the difference between the two aren't as I said they were, sure up call them shades but they aren't as girly as the word sunglasses are. I don't know what it is but I don't like that word.
EB: yeah sure.
EB: I think you just don't want others to see yours eyes!
EB: that or you don't like them.
TG: I am not scared to take them off dude
I type back trying to get him to think I wear them because I'm cool. Well, yeah that's what I do and why I do but no one knows but Bro about my eyes.
When I was little he would take me out and people would point at me and laugh our try not to, I knew they were scared of them. Even if I was 5 or some shit. I knew what was going on and so Bro started to put sunglasses on me, calling them shades and that cool kids wear them. Even though john is my best friend I and scared to show him in fear that'd he'd run. Run away from me and never come back, that'd he'd tell everyone and they'd laugh. Sure I told John secrets before, that I was pansexaul and everything, he knows everything about me and hadn't told a soul but I just have that feeling that he would.

Not everyone has red eyes.

Not normal people at least. John, he has big bright blue eyes, deep as the sky goes. Everyone I know has normal eyes.
Jade: green
Rose: brown (but she likes to wear purple contacts)
John: blue
Simple as that. And I, Dave Strider, was born with red god damn eyes. Who in the right mind would want to be friends with someone with red eyes? Think I'm some kind of demon..
EB: then why don't you?
Fuck he's got me now, damn you Egbert.
My fingers hover over the screen thinking of something to say but instead just all then comes out:
TG: gotta run
TG: talk to you later dude
And with that I end the messages.

Why can't i do this?
I mean all I have to lose is my best friend, all my friends, my crush, my life would be at stake with this.
Pfft no big deal.
Johns gonna hate me if he finds out, this is so stupid. I should just glue these fucking things to my head and say it was a prank gone wrong with bro.

I sat up from my bed swinging my legs over to side looking at my turn tables. I don't even bother with my room being a mess ever since John has been asking about my eyes, swords, CD cases of different bands, movies John left from movie night a few days ago. Ugh Nic Cage. Sure he was cool at first but that's all John watches. It starts getting a bit old after eating Con Air 50 billion times. He just dose not understand that we need to watch something different.

Those turn tables that sit at the far corner of the room near the window, they aren't normal turn tables. They can take you to different time lines or simply time travel it's self. Take you anywhere or when in space and time you could possibly want to go. Sometimes I want to know what would happen if I told John on this timeline about my eyes, but there might not be a timeline with him knowing because I don't let anyone touch my shades and when John is over and has a sleep over I always make sure he falls asleep first, and when it comes to waking up I try to wake up as early as I can so he doesn't see me waking up.

But sometimes I have random thoughts that run though my head like what would my kid look like if I were to have one, even though I'm 14 I still wonder that shit. And what would John be like if I never met him. Bet there's that timeline out there. I wonder if there is a timeline others then this one where I don't show him my eyes and he hates me for it and all the others I show him at some point and he doesn't care, I hope that's out there.
I have a list somewhere in this tornado in a room of where I want to go in time.

You see time is my thing. Wind (for some god damn reason) is John's thing, space is Jade's, and light is Roses. What the hell dose space do? I never really asked since we don't really talk much, yeah were friends and we hang out but she's not fully my type of person, she always has these dog ears on and acting as if she was one ever since her own dog died.

Can she like make for space for shit? Like could she expand my room so it won't be such a mess? That would be fucking awesome.

I get off my bed making my way to the door frame hugging the pice of wall trying not to fall. Everything was almost going black, dizziness taking over and blood rushing to my head.
Fuck this shit. I am always going to get up too fast and be doing this, should I tell bro? Nah I'm sure I'll live though this.

Time to get the hell out of this hell whole of a room. Finally gaining my sight back I take a step to early and have a sharpe pain to my head and find myself on the fucking floor! Damn it. I look to see if it was just air I was falling for or-
"Damn you Bro!!!!!!" I shout out so the people living next door could hear. This is why I fucking hate my bro. He has the fucking collection of different coloured porn puppets he has for his site. I don't even think he's home. Wouldn't be the first time he lift me without saying a word.

I lay there while before getting up, blood rushing though my veins once again.

Once I finally get up I hear a small short one knock on the apartment door. Who in the hell could that be? No one ever comes to see you besides John or bros boyfriend Jake, witch is highly unlikely.

I go to peek though the peep whole and no ones there. Could have been someone next door or some shit. Walls are thin. I learned that the hard way. Do not want to repeat that shit. Jake, why.