Colours

Part 4

0:30:16

Andrew

When I was a kid, my dad used to take me to this diner back in Virginia, before we moved here. They made this hot chocolate with whipped cream, and cinnamon powder that I absolutely loved. I can still feel the warm liquid, burning my tongue and gliding its way down my throat. My dad let me get my own, but when I finished mine, he would let me have some of his.

"This stays between you and me okay?" he would say, before ordering another.

But that was before the incident, and I've never had hot chocolate since. It was our thing. Usually, fathers bonded with their sons over hockey, or soccer. We bonded over something as simple as hot chocolate. It wasn't a bad memory though. Walking around Main St, I made it my mission to find a diner that served my favourite drink.

Glancing down at the timer, I noticed that there was only half an hour left. Looking back up, I was already face to face with a hooded figure, and it was too late to step aside. He crashed his shoulder into mine, and I felt a shock run through me. It felt like I was being electrocuted, but before I could say anything, he muttered an apology and stalked away.

There was something oddly familiar about him, the way he walked, his voice, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Shrugging it off, I made my way down Main St. As I passed by a joint that was swimming with people, I couldn't help but make a pit stop. Old habits never die.

0:22:42

Elizabeth

Sitting at my favourite booth, I put my headphones on and let M83 distract me from the upcoming disaster. Twenty minutes left. Pulling my sleeve back down, I got my phone out from my purse and realized that I was so caught up in my thoughts, that I didn't even notice my phone buzzing earlier.

There were three missed calls, and four texts. Two from Julia, and two plus the three missed calls from my mom. I'm so screwed.

"Hey Lizy, can I get you anything?"

I looked up to see Bethany Summers, one of the girls in the varsity cheerleading team at University of Diamonds Heights, staring down at me.

"Oh hey Beth! Yes actually, can I get the regular, please?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied "Waiting for someone?"

I didn't want anyone to know about the soul mate thing, not yet. I told her that I was waiting for a friend, which wasn't a complete lie. Hopefully we were going to be a lot more than "just friends".

0:16:19

Andrew

I shouldn't be here. I'm not going to meet her here. I know that because it doesn't work that way. It never has.

The vibe in this place is so inviting, it's like I belong here, with people I belong with. Taking one last shot I drop a twenty on the bar, and stumble my way out. Considering how the sidewalk is spinning, either the sidewalk is drunk, or I am.

0:09:58

Elizabeth

Glancing out the window, I try to distract myself. It really is a beautiful night out. It's almost 4am, and the sun is causing the sky to turn a deep, grey colour. Hopefully I'll be able to tell what colour it really is. My mother says it changes colour, all throughout the day. Sometimes she calls it blue, and sometimes its a colour called orange. Such a strange concept, but I would give anything to see it for myself.

There aren't many people around, except for a couple of teenage delinquents, clearly violating their curfew. I can spot them out, because I used to be one of them. I used to be one of them, that is until I lost her. At least now, I won't feel alone all the time.