colors → lrh

8

should be doing homework but double update yay

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With about 5 minutes in Luke's car, me and Luke barely exchanged words other than agreeing over the radio station that was softly playing through the tight little space. Not that I wanted to talk or anything, it's because my eyes were focused on the highway. The bright white lights zoomed past fast, but it felt as if we were traveling in slow motion.

"So Jessica, tell me about yourself. Just because I feel nice enough to let you prove me wrong." Luke finally said, also bringing our former conversation back up.

I let out a half-hearted laugh and stared up at the ceiling of his car. "What's their to tell? I'm a 17 year old girl who's a colorblind freak."

He sent me a quick sad smile but looked back to the open road. "I didn't mean that. I meant like whats you're favorite type of music, you're hobbies, favorite foods, oh! You're strangest dream you've ever had?"

I grinned at how enthusiastic he was with this now Q&A session. "I would have never assumed you wanted to know more than my disorder. It's all anyone I knew was interested in."

All the friends I've ever had would always ask me in great depth about my "illness," as they would put it. Nobody took the time to care about the real me. Until now I guess. It's nice to have someone who will sit and listen to what I have to say behind the story of my useless eyesight. But I can't decide what kind of person Luke is. Yet.

Luke only shrugged in response. "So?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "So what?"

"What's you're favorite foods?"

Relief rushed over me as I smiled at Luke. "Thanks."

"Um, I haven't heard of a food calle-" I waved my hands in front of his face, indicating for him to shut up. For the small amount of time I've known him, I've learned he sure is a blonde.

"No Luke. I'm saying thanks for being so..normal around me. I hate being treated like I'm dying, which is far from what I'm diagnosed with."

He gave me a quick glance with those eyes. "Hey its no problem, it's the least I can do."

I lightly nod at him and go back to gawking at the bright lights outside. My mom comes to mind as I'm doing so.

When I was around 4 and when she was pregnant with Logan, she would sometimes take me out to see the city. I was always infuriated with the bright lights and the fresh air the city gave off.  She would also pack a picnic for us well we were on the road. She would always bring along our favorite.

I pick my head up from the window and turn back to Luke. "Strawberries."

"What?"

"My favorite food. My moms as well."