All Ive Got/JALLY

colors

I never woke up late.

I always woke early.

But last night I stayed up thinking about what Dal said.

About the stars.

When I woke up I heard my parents fighting and screaming.

Again.

My parents always fought.

Never ending screaming, kicking, throwing things.

It was a mess.

They fight over the same thing every time.

Me.

They fought about me.

How I wasn't good enough or how I didn't do anything.

Only because they stopped me from doing it.

Later that day I finally snuck outside.

Nothing was going on.

Nobody was out and the sky was grey.

I like the color grey.

It reminded me of dal.

It's not black and it's not white and it's still a boring color.

Dal isn't happy, he isn't sad, he has no emotion but anger.

Red wasn't his color. it's too bright.

He hates the color red anyways and so do I.

I walked over to the lot to see if he was still there.

He was asleep on the grass with his head tucked in his hands.

It was cold.

"Dal wake up"

I shook his shoulder so he would do so. He yawned as he rubbed his eyes and squinted as he opened them to the sun.

"Hey johnnycake" he said yawning.

"Hey Dal"

I sat next to him waiting for him to wake up.

"Why are you out here so early?"

"Dal it's 1pm ." I giggle as I said it. I saw him smile slightly.
He rolled over to look at me.

"You know the thing about the stars I said last night?"

I never forgot.

My heart started pounding faster than it did last night.

"Well I didn't know how to say what I meant, I don't know what I meant. I can't put it into words."

He sat up to look at me. I was speechless I saw his pupils dilate as he looked at me.

"I meant that every star is beautiful."

I didn't know what was going on. I felt stuck. I couldn't move.

Then it started to rain.

Dal jumped up an grabbed me laughing running towards the park. He threw me under the structure. Still laughing.

"Oh man, I might when I was getting to the point."

I've never seen him laugh like that before. Usually if he laughed it would be when some body was getting hurt.

He brushed his wet hair from his eyes. Still smiling.

"Anyways,,"

I couldn't stop smiling. It was the only time I felt in love.

"As I was saying, every star is-"

Right then and there I cut him off. I grabbed his face and kissed him. Something I always wanted to do. It felt like a scene from a movie. Under a play structure in the rain.

He kissed me back brushing his fingers through my hair.

I never thought he would.

Greaser Dallas Winston kissed a boy.

I don't know if he liked me or if he was desperate.