FADE TO COLOR

Chapter 3~ Like A Dream

((Cry / Ryan's P.O.V))

Everything was like a dream, the blue-eyed man and I staring each other down as the world around us froze. Just like those really cheesy romance movies or books. It was almost... too fake to be real, you know what I mean? Like when something is unbelievably fake, such as a perfect romance, or hell even a proper cup of tea, that it can't possibly be real?

That's what it felt like.

I blinked and focused in on him again, then glanced around, not even seeing Russ.

"Follow me... We need to talk. Now."

Without even thinking I jumped over the counter and grabbed his arm, dragging the shorter male with me to the back room behind the registers. Surprisingly, he didn't even make a sound of protest, he just followed.

I quickly got us inside the dim room and closed the door, locking it with my spare key just in case and turning on a old, dusty light. Then I turned to him, taking everything in about him.

His soft looking fair hair, his supple, smooth lips, his short yet slender body, his choice in clothing; being a sweater, skinny jeans and converse. And of course... his breathtaking eyes...

I exhaled. "Tell me... I'm not hallucinating, right?"

He shook his head, chewing the inside of his cheek. "No...I-I see it too..."

"Tell me your name... Please..." I mumbled, keeping my voice low in precaution. He glanced up at me, his blue eyes searching.

"Felix. Felix Kjellberg" He whispered, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Ryan Terry." I addressed myself, still memorized by his eyes. "You don't know how long I waited, friend..."

"Try twenty five years." He challenged, raising a slender eyebrow.

"Twenty six."

He huffed and pursed his lips, murmuring a faint 'Dammit he's the older one...'

I looked at him and took a step closer. "We... we can't tell anyone about this... not yet. Fuck I don't even know you..."

"Can we meet again...?"

I nodded, biting my lip. "Meet me at night by the old oak... say, ten-ish?"

"I'll be there."

Once again I let my eyes wander over him, finding myself already rather.... Intrigued by him.

It seems very over used to say it. But its true what they say. That when you look at the person you were desined to love, its like you are shown a whole new world. That your perception on the world is twisted and molded into something new and... Quite beautiful.

Maybe that's the point in the soul mate principal, to make you look for that beauty... To make you fucking search for the good things in the world, like love.

Oh how I longed to know what our lips would feel together... Is it like what they say? That your lips with come together like a puzzle, with fireworks dancing across your lips like and electric shock?

Or is that all a myth...?

I looked at him, so tempted to lean in...

So tempted to take his lips in my own...

But I had to resist... For I had only just met him. I can't be too foreword, now can I?

Instead I gently cupped his soft face in my hands and kissed his forehead, then whispered, "I'll meet you at ten..."

He nodded, and I could tell he was blushing, even in the dim lighting of the dusty old room.

I smiled softly, then turned on my heel, opening the door and peeking out, making sure the coast was clear before ushering the blonde out.

"Go... Act like nothing happened..." I whispered, handing him his comics.

He nodded, sending a small, shy smile at me before leaving, the small bell on the door dinging as he left.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair and glancing at an old batman comic...

And my eyes widened again. A new color... Already?

The symbol was black and a bright, strong yellow...

I blinked, them smiled.

I've found him...