Lost Love Found

C h a p t e r 1

C O L O R S

       He is typical.
      As normal and ordinary as he seemed, he is typical. To the world , he is happy and luckily enclined with his circle of friends. He laughs, smiles, kids around and plays along. He trips on a banana peel—sometimes just loses balance—hits his head on an open locker door, chokes on his own saliva, sings and cracks, and recites the wrong answer in class. To the world , he is the same.

   
    However, to one girl, he is different—the kind that is way too subtle to be odd. She could see it through him—even if he is surrounded—he screams loneliness. For what seemed everlasting is forced and short–lived.

    If the timing is perfect, she witnesses him all by himself staring at the ground—as if he spends his time drowning to the pit of nothingness—and shutting reality out.

     It’s not much, but she knows he puts up a mask, a pretentious facade, and he just might be different at all.

     “What do you think?” Colbie’s tingling voice snapped Avnika back to life to which she nodded happily in return, albeit completely clueless to what her friend said.

      “Great idea!” Avnika grinned and clutched on Colbie’s arm, dragging her into the crowded hallway. They squeezed into the moving crowd and in seconds’ rule blended in, both nowhere to be seen. Their lungs hardly contracted due to the  air that filled the narrowed area– not that they weren’t accustomed to it anyway.

      What’s in the air is the problem. Although Avnika, particularly, is fond of strong–scented perfumes that favorably belong in men’s category , she does not conform to smell a collision of its varieties at the same time—especially when they came from sweaty bodies.

     A stinging sensation attacked  her shoulder and she realized that no human could give her such unbearable effect than Colbie herself. “Damn it Col, what did I do now?” She hissed as she caressed her affected skin. How she managed to stick up to Colbie, she has no idea.

     Colbie rolled her eyes. “That’s because you were zoning out again.”

    “But I replied in a heartbeat!” Avnika whined furiously, ramming on several shoulders in the process as she was advancing her steps.

     “No,” Colbie countered calmly. “You see, if you were really listening, you would not answer something that you don't understand. It was a trick. I didn’t say anything before my question. Duh” She explained, her voice ringing sharply. A few intrigued eyes landed on the girls yet they ignored them effortlessly.

  
    Avnika plastered a flat look. “Right, sorry” she whispered.

    Colbie surpressed a giggle. “What? I can't hear you!” she mimicked the pirate in a Spongebob Squarepants’ show.

       Avnika muttered under her breath. She pretended she didn’t hear her this time.

     “I can't hear you!” A snicker escaped Colbie’s lips.
   
     Moments like this don't always happen since it’s always Colbie who gives in to arguments easily. Avnika is probably a fighter, which sometimes  gives people an impression of being irrationally inclined. Now that it unexpectly did, Colbie is eagerly looking forward to her friend’s reply.