Colors {Bastille: Dyle}

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"Who are you?" Melanie sarcastically asks with a chuckle.

I shrug, "I don't know. That information has seemed to slip my mind. Can you tell me?" I answer back, equally sarcastic. Melanie laughs, shaking her head slightly before taking a sip of her coffee.

"So, anyway. What have you been up to lately? We haven't seen each other for a year and a half."

"Yes, Mel, I am clearly aware that we haven't seen each other for quite some time." I reply, smirking as she roles her eyes.

"Why do you have to be such a jackass sometimes, Daniel?" She takes out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes and slips one out of its nicely packed home.

"I don't know," I shrug, "Why do you have to wear that brow, floppy, rubbish hat?"

Melanie points to her weird ass head wear, "It's called a fedora."

"Okay, so? Why does it matter?"

"Shut up, asshat."

"Anyway, I haven't been up to much just the usual drinking, smoking, dying of the hair, chillin' with Woody and Will. What have you been up to, Mel?" I look down at my tea, swirling my finger in it.

"Dan ... you really need to knock it off with the damn drinking and smoking. It ain't good for you, hun. You're going to end up dieing at the age of 35." I roll my eyes as she lectures me like she always does over my problems.

"Hey, Kyle! What's up, man?!" I look up from my tea as I hear the cafe bell above the cafe door ring and the sound of someone cheerfully meeting a man named Kyle.

"Dan? Hey, Dan! Are you listening?" Mel's voice sounds distant in my mind as I keep my eyes on the bearded man with the space cat shirt.

"What's up, Charles!" Kyle asks, greeting this other bearded man. Kyle walks behind the counter and through the back door, allowed only for employees.

"Dan! I am going to leave if you don't fucking answer me!" I shake my head and drift my gaze slowly towards her.

"Uh ... oh ya sorry I kind of spaced out." I lightly chuckle as I scratch the back of my neck.

"You sure? Because it sure seemed to me that you were checking out Kyle." Mel flashes me a smug look.

"WHAT? UH UM NO. I ONLY DO GIRLS. NO DICK. VAGINA ALL THE WAY. Wait. You said you know that guy?" I raise an eyebrow at her as I pull at my shirt collar, my face heated, light beads of sweat dripping down from my forehead and down to the tip of my chin.

"Mmmmhmmmm. You were totally checking him out, and ya. Of course I know him. He's one of the most popular guys in town aside from you, Will, and Woody the cowboy. THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BOOT!"

"How does everyone know him but the three of us?" I finally take a sip of my tea, eyebrows furrowed.

Melanie shrugs, "I don't know. Maybe because you guys are 'punk' while he's the nice 'flower crown' type of guy."

"So, what? Is he like gay or something?"

"Dan, darling, you can't just assume that, but yes, he is gay."

From the corner of my eye, I notice Kyle walk back out of the door with a black apron on. He was saying something to the cashier before giving him a peck on the lips. The cashier walks through the employee door.

I feel a frown form on my lips as Kyle kisses the other male. I have no clue why. I am not homophobic or anything. Trust me.

"Dan stop eyeing him. You're going to creep him out." Mel tells me and as she says that I notice how he is giving my a weird look. "Do you want me to introduce you to him?"

"What? Oh um nah, Mel, I'm good." I wave her off and stare down at my tea once more.

Before I know it, when I look up, Melanie is gone to talk to Kyle. Damn it, Mel. I duck my head into my leather jacket as I slump down under the table at our booth.

"Dan, get out from under the table." I hear Melanie say impatiently. Crawling out, I look up at Kyle who is now standing above me.

An embarrassed smile forms on my lips as he looks down at my, eyebrows raised, and furrowed in confusion. He holds a hand down to me as I stare at him awkwardly. I take his hand and help myself up as I continue to stare him in the eyes.

"Uh, thanks but I think I better go." I look away from him the Melanie whom is standing at the counter, "I call you later, Mel!" I shout as I awkward duck under his arm and quickly walk out through the door, the bell ringing as I leave.

"What the bloody hell was that, Daniel?!" I say out loud to myself as I walk back in the direction towards my flat. I wonder to myself if I'm actually straight. I "dated" my best friend, Ralph, in college. Does that count? Does that make me bisexual or something? I mean, that Kyle dude is pretty hot but I don't think I'm sexually attracted to him or any other male. So, I must me straight. I think. Fuck! Why is love so difficult?

I dig my hand into the right pocket of my black jeans, grabbing my keys as I head towards the lift, and I press the bottom with the number three painted in it. The button glows yellow as the lift jerks back to life.

I think I should call Will and Woody and see what they're doing. Or maybe I'll just go to Will's flat and use the key he gave me, grab a beer, and sit on his outdoor couch.

The lift jerks to a stop, digging, and alerting me that I had arrived in the third floor. The doors open, letting me step out to the left, and towards my flat.