Blue (Troyler Oneshot)

Blue

I had always despised the color blue, the depressing shades of cool reflecting nothing but a barren wasteland, frozen in ice and covered in an air of depression that filled the scene with an unwavering element of melancholia that sunk deep into your bones, crippling you under its somber portrayal of a life that was anything but. Colors should be vibrant, popping against the blank gray scale of the bleak existence we live in. Colors should be neon, lighting up the darkness with their incandescent radiance that momentarily blinds you. Colors should be beautiful, magnificent, awe inspiring; they should be the thing that grabs your attention and makes the flawless image stay imprinted in your brain, they should be loud and obnoxious and all over the place in a beautiful display of perfect chaos. Colors should be the thing that makes the world beautiful, not the thing that sucks the life out of it, and for me that was all the color blue would ever do.

Even in the most loose interpretation the word blue meant sad, and that's all the color was, a depressing scale of cool colors that added a layer of miserable dejection across each shade that could be beautiful had it not been stifled by the ugliness that the color blue brought into the world. I hated that color with every fiber in my body, but little did I know that soon that color would follow me, plaguing every serene memory that filled my mind as I looked back at my life, and the more I thought about it the less I despised the color blue and the more I cherished it, all thanks to Troye Sivan.

My infatuation with that boy started from the moment I saw him. His luscious pink lips that seemed so kissable even from the far distance I stood from him. His mess of curls that sat on top of his head making him look innocent yet beautiful at the same time, capturing his face in the most mesmerizing way that on anyone else would have probably looked unkempt and given the impression of laziness, but on him the hairstyle looked effortless yet flawless, a measure of his unparalleled beauty that I could never understand. His tall, slender figure was hidden under layers of baggy clothing despite the hot temperature, but he still looked beautiful in that charcoal sweater and dark black skinny jeans. I had just caught a glimpse of him and yet I was undeniably infatuated with everything that he was, so naturally I decided to follow him through the busy square, pushing my way against the crowd of people trying to reach the perfect stranger I never wanted to take my eyes off of.

After countless dirty looks and angry shoves I was just feet away from the mystery boy I had found myself having a connection with before we had even spoken, and I felt absolutely insane for following him. Here I was following a stranger through the streets of Los Angeles, for no apparent reason other than the fact that I thought he was beautiful, but life is such a mysterious thing, because although at the time I wasn't aware of it, Troye Sivan would soon become the love of my life, and all it took was a quick glance in the middle of a busy square at just the perfect timing it was almost too surreal to be a mere coincidence.

I stood beside him, watching him stare at his phone holding his coffee in the other hand, completely oblivious to my presence as he stood on the side of the street forgetting there was a world around him. He raised the Starbucks cup to his lips and took a sip, and as he did I tried to muster up the courage to speak to him, but found my mind blank as no words formed.

"Hi I'm Tyler." I blurted out quite awkwardly, mentally cursing myself for sounding like a desperate child, and as he turned to face me he nearly choked on the sip of coffee that he had just taken, dropping the cup on the ground as he wiped his mouth, staring at me with wide eyes that were the bluest I had ever seen, and for a moment I was disgusted, but as I stared into those eyes I felt as if I was transported into a different dimension, and as the shades of beautiful aquamarine swirled together to create the most magnificent color I could have ever imagined I found my dislike for the color vanish, because the blue of his eyes was suddenly my favorite color.