Synesthesia

Trust

ANA

The Boy

I woke up to a blissful sunrise. An artist's easel of magenta and turquoise. I yawned, releasing three little purple butterflies into the soft breeze. 

I loved morning. I loved it even on Appleberry Road. It wasn't too hot, it wasn't too cold, it was perfect. 

I looked to my left. 

There he was. The boy in my dream. Sleeping next to me, a fresh scent of pine needles filling the air. I loved that smell. I peered around his shoulder to see his face.

He had arching eyebrows and long eyelashes. He had a soft dusting of freckles across his cheeks, as if someone had taken a brush, dipped it in cinnamon and brushed it across his face. His dark brown hair was swept upward in a tousled hairstyle, I couldn't tell whether or not he had styled it, or if it was just that way from a habit of playing with his hair. Either way, he was adorable. 

I stopped myself. I couldn't just run around falling in love with random boys. I had been told all my life that boys were out there to hurt you. That if you loved without fears, your heart would break. If you allowed yourself to love, you would suffer. It was like gambling. If you were lucky, you could go home with millions, but if you weren't, too bad so sad. 

But he looked to innocent. Like he would never hurt me. Ever. Like he wasn't afraid to take that gamble. 

I poked him. His eyes fluttered open, and looked at me.

His eyes. They were green. A striking green. A green so bright, it was pure and true. It was like looking at the ocean for the first time. My ocean. An ocean filled with my colors. I was speechless.

He smiled that annoyingly cute half grin. 

"Hey," he said. His voice was comforting and smooth. I smiled a little. 

"Um... Hi," I said. My voice sounded weak and awestruck. The air around us flashed between pink and blue. 

"Uh, My name's Caleb," he said softly. GOD he was so hot. 

"Um... Hi," I said again, feeling compeletely idiotic. I blushed. He kept smiling that half grin; it was so distracting, I couldn't bear it. 

"Why do you smile like that?" I blurted out before I could stop myself. He laughed. Orange puff balls escaped his lips as he chuckled.

"I dunno," he said, still smiling, "I just kinda do." 

"Sorry," I whispered, biting my lip, "I didn't mean to say that."

"Its okay," he said, looking directly into my eyes, "And what was your name again?" He kept grinning. Why was he so attractive?

"I'm... Ana," I said, "Ana Heather Wood."   He took my hand.

"Well, Ana Heather Wood, would you do me the complete and utter honor of walking to town with me?" he said softly. I tucked my hair behind my ear. I noted that I didn't really have a choice, (how awkward would it be to walk together on the same street, but not talk at all?) but I disregarded the thought with an inner laugh.

"Sure."

He helped my to my feet, and walked my bike for me. Even Appleberry Road wasn't so bad when you were walking next to Caleb.

"So, Ana Heather Wood, tell me about yourself."

I started off how I always do. Nice and conservativley. Sweet and reserved. The very basics.

I couldn't stop myself, I went on, and on, and on.

I must've talked for hours and hours. I told him about Synesthesia. About how he smelled like pine needles. About how his color was orange. About how my parents died in a car crash when I was two. About how I lived with my Aunt Clair now, and how I hated it, how I hated my Aunt, and how I hated school, and about how I hated Chicago. I told him everything. I trusted him. I trusted him already.

And I cried. I cried because I realized how messed up it all was. I cried because I liked and trusted a boy that I hardly knew at all. I cried because I knew Aunt Clair wouldn't even care that I had been gone all night. I cried because I missed my mom and dad, even though I didn't even remember them at all. He held my hand and led me up to the top of Appleberry Hill, and sat me down. He took me in his strong arms, and held me. He let me bury my head in his shoulder. He let me cry.

"The most beautiful people I have ever known are those who have known trial, have known struggle, have known loss, and have found their way out of the depths," he whispered in my ear, "And you, Ana Heather Wood, have definately known struggle and loss. And here you are."

And that didn't help. It just made me cry more because he thought I, Ana Heather Wood, was beautiful.

A/N 

The gif is Caleb, by the way. :)