\\Love Of Seven Colours//

4: Supermassive Black Holes and Revelations

"Jesus. Muse is great."

"Yeah. I know. Told you they were underrated."

"As fuck."

It'd been a month since I last interacted with these lovely people. Last time I wrote, I was bi. Now, I think I'm pansexual. Like a real, legit tefal nonstick pansexual pan. And I'm getting even more confused about my gender identity. I was masculine for a female, and I did lean towards the male binary archetype, so really I don't know whether to be androgynous or transgender. I did feel uncomfortable with my breasts though. Maybe it's a sign. Of either me being trans or having breast cancer. Not joking, it's actually real. Stop being a ten year old.

"Please don't swear. I'm a counselor and I can help it now, but if the others catch you two, I don't think I can help you two nutheads."

"Jeez Steph. Calm down. Find your chill, and eat your chill. Then absorb the chill. Chill."

"What even, Allie."

"See Tyler, told you she's a bit too much."

Did I mention I changed my name so I could be more comfortable with myself? Well yes I did. Don't like it? Fight me. It's 2017, grow up.

"Hey. Come on."

"Okay guys. Shut up. We're at a record store. Go ham."

They both heeded my advice, and shrugged their shoulders before walking into the record shop. I did the same, dusting off my jacket before walking through the gates to music heaven.

The inside of the record store was better than I expected, walls covered in soft black sound foam, with yellow and blue detailing, the ceiling covered in posters of different bands, ranging from Nirvana and Muse, to Coldplay and One Direction. I slid myself into the British Rock section, searching through the alphabet till I reached M. A glacé further, and I found it. The whole collection of Muse albums, from Showbiz to Drones, including the Muscle Museum and Starlight EPs every Muse fan has gone broke from buying. I already have Origin of Symmetry and The 2nd Law, now I'm stocking up on newer albums, my fingers running across the matte cover of the Drones box set. I slid it out, along with a deluxe box set of The Resistance. The only exception was Black Holes and Revelations, which was, indeed, an old album. I set the albums before cradling them in my arms like a metaphorical child, and set off to buy some posters to act as the wallpaper of my apartment.

After picking out a select few Drones and Wembley Stadium tour posters at a very reasonable price, I proceeded to the cashier, where I saw Steph already waiting for us, browsing through the A Capella audio samples at the front of the shop.

"Hey, did you get anything?"

She looked up, quite shocked, but answered me anyway.

"Yeah."

Steph took out a Pentatonix album from the bag and showed the cover to me, proving that she did buy something.

"Seriously, that little?" I heard from behind me.

Allie emerged from behind the alternative section, her arms full of albums and posters.

"This one's Fall Out Boy, this one is Troye, this one down here is Muse, above that is One OK Rock, then Mettalica, oh yes, Melanie Martinez, Lana Del Rey, that one up there is for free because I bought so much, and the posters are twenty one pilots and ACDC, and Nirvana again and Ed Sheeran and Sabrina Carpenter, and I forgot the last one. I think I bought too much."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Language!"

We both said a unison sorry, when the bell dinged again. I recognized the person who walked through the door, and took a second look. Oh damn it's my senior. I turned to the cashier and flashed him a awkward grin as he gave me a small nod of pity before collecting my money.

The door dings again.

"DEANNA nO"

I drag my friends out of the shop and started running. I'm not going to risk what's left of my dignity to see my insane senior run through the city, high on oranges and with her friend following close behind. Actually, come to think of it, did they have any sort of dignity left? I think I should be pitying them, right? Ahaha, jokes.

"Crazy kids."

"Stephanie, stop being a mom."

"Yeah. When you stop being gay."

"Fine."

Allie just stood there and laughed at us, before we heard another familiar laugh, and shout.

"DEANNA I SAID STOP NO NO DONT PLEASE"

Yes, we ran further away from the place. We ran to the park. The park was half a kilometer away.

"So, what do you want to do now? There's a Starbucks nearby, or if that's not your price range, we could always go for the convenience store round the corner. Or shawarma, do you know what shawarma is? I don't, but I really want to try it. So, I think we'll go for shawarma."

"Jesus Allie. Calm down. Eat your chill."

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"Uh..."

"Hi, can we get 3 shawarmas, please? Just give us the best you got."

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