You're The Color In My World (bxb)

Chapter 1

I strolled through the halls of my house, stopping when I saw a familiar picture of my family on the wall. The picture had been taken years ago, when I was eight. Everyone in the photo seemed so full of life, but it was still dull. Of course, I knew why. The color, it wasn't there for me. Though my mom always tried to comfort me by talking about the colors of my family's eyes and hair, by talking about my colors. Blue eyes, and chestnut hair. Chestnut; a shade of brown.

I wondered why there were so many shades of colors of just a certain one. There was purple, violet, lavender, etc. And apparently there were 50 shades of grey which just so happened to be the main color I could see.

I heard footsteps hit the wood floor, and come closer to me. I turned my head to see my mom smiling. She rested a hand on my shoulder.

"What are you thinking about?" She questioned.

I shrugged. "Colors..." I whispered, looking back at the picture.

She squeezed my shoulder. "We were thinking about going to the park. You wanna come?"

I nodded, "Of course." Though I couldn't see colors, I had to admit that nature was beautiful. I headed down the stairs with my mother to see my family all ready to go.

"Heya, dork," my sister, Clara, said when she saw me.

I rolled my eyes, but chuckled lightly. I then stuck my tongue out at her, and she scrunched up her nose. We hurried to the car, my parents following behind.

I winced when I touched the medal part of the seatbelt. I lived in California, so it was super hot. It could also be because it was summer, though. It was currently the last day of summer break.

"Hey, Clara," I muttered, softly.

Clara glanced over at me, a small smile on her lips. "Yes, Leo?"

"What's yellow like?" I questioned.

She let a chuckle seep out of her mouth. "It's the color of the sun," she said. "It's bright and sometimes makes you feel all happy and warm inside, like the sun."

I just smile thankfully, and look down at my hands that were placed on my lap. Neither of us said anything the rest of the way.

We soon arrived, and I squinted my eyes when looking at the sky. Having blue cone monochromacy made your eyes sensitive to light. My eyes, though, had gotten used to the bright sunlight.

I admired the park. I used to go here all the time. I still do, actually. There was a playground on the right; kids playing and screaming excitedly. On the left, was a small pond where frogs jumped not to far away.

I sat on the benches while my family went else where. My mom was on the swings while my dad pushed her, grins on their faces. I honestly think that they wish they were again teenagers. But then I don't because they wouldn't have me or my older sister, and my parents adored us.

My family was quite wealthy. Not rich, but wealthy. My mom didn't like the word rich. Some minds think of rich people as selfish or rude, and my parents weren't at all like that. They cared for us even though we had our flaws. They knew we had our talents. Though I couldn't see the world like them, I was smart and I could sing. Clara was the athletic one in the family. She couldn't sing like me. Others say that I should be the athletic one, and she should be the singer. But we're ourselves and me nor my sister are gonna change just because of what people say.

People at school knew about my blindness of color. Some teased me for it. And yes, it did bring me down a bit. I truly wanted to know the colors that amazed everyone. When I say teased, I really mean pushed around. Physically, sometimes. They don't do any damage; they know not to. Their words did enough damage, though. I was just some colorblinded freak. I was glad that I actually got to go to a public school. I didn't need to go to some special one.