Red

4- Drift Away and Dance

ღ Her ღ

It started on the first day. The first day she sat at his lunch table, her friends all gave her weird looks. Eveyday went a little like this.

Them: "Why do you talk to him?"

Her: Why not?

Them: He's so... weird, and strange. Plus, he's a total loser.

Her: I don't think so, if you actually took the time to talk to him, you realise he's actually quite interesting. 

Them: He's such a freak.

After a while, she'd begun to get tired of their endless, if not repititive comments and criticisms about him. Slowly they began avoiding her, until she was nothing but a stranger to them. Honestly? She didn't really care. She drifted away from that group. The ones with the shallow conversations and lives, fulfilled only by the stories of someone else's misfortunes, or their own worthless achievements. She drifted away from the parlour trips and mall days and slumber parties, filled with empty-ness, the fluff from the pillows they fought with. It could be fun, it was fun. But it got tiring, it was the same. And you never talked, revealed, learnt. There were no discussions, nothing interesting ever emerged from the conversations held. She drifted away from the group she wondered why she ever joined in the first place. 

She was walking back home with him, he'd finally agreed to a 'day' together, and she was excited. Somehow, his bleak outlook on life intrigued her, especially since he wasn't actually as depressed as he first seemed. He really was in interesting person. And she was determined to know more.

"Why are they staring at us?" He asked, turning his head in the direction of the brightly coloured pack of vultures who eyed the two of them like their next prey. She sighed, this was just the sort of thing they'd do. She pulled him away, trying to ignore the little tingle she felt on the tips of her fingers. 

"They have nothing better do to," She answered coldly, glaring at them before she sharply turned in the other direction and walked away. 

She led him through the back of the school which started off as a regular road but soonfaded into a little dirt path, lined with shrubs and tiny yellow flowers. The breeze became a little cooler and a little harder and made her hair fly around her face, she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck just as he secured his black jacket. As the air grew cooler and the vegetation grew thicker, her smiled became easier, more relaxed. This was where she belonged. She heard a humming bird, chirping a little tune, she smiled and whistled it back. She twirled around, laughing, forgetting that there was anyone there with her. 

"Where are we going?" He sked, breaking her out of her daze. She turned to look at im, his dark hair messed up by the wind, his grey eyes wore a new kind of light in them and she could see the beginnings of a smile playing around the corners of his pink lips.

She laughed lightly. "It's not about the destination. Live in the moment! Take in the beauty of the journey! You'll see where we're going when we get there." She grinned at him, flashing her slightly crooked, white teeth. He smiled as well, not as bright as her, but the way it transformed his face really took her breath away. 

"Alright then," He said, giving in. "Let's live in the moment". She watched him unzip his backpack and fish something out of it. A black Canon camera emerged and he immediately put the strap over his head put the camera on. 

"You're a photographer?" She asked, leading him through the woods. He nodded, and they continued thei walk in silence, with nothing but the occasional sound of the camera, capturing the life around them.

After sometime, she stopped and turned around to face him. He quickly snapped a picture of her, looked up from the camera and grinned,, his grey eyes crinkling. Her heart stopped for a moment. But she quickly got back.

"We're here" She announced with mock grandeur. Here was a small-ish cottage in the middle of the woods, there was a little stream gurling somewhere nearby  and the sun shone through the leafy canopy that spread over the cottage giving it a lovely, picturesque look. 

"You live here?" He asked, hiis jaw dropping and eyes widening. The look was so comical that she wished for a moment that she had the camera. She laughed and shook her head.

"Nah, my parents bought this ages ago so they'd have their own 'quiet place'. When I turned thirteen, they gave it to me." She led him to the door. "You're the first person I've ever brought here" She added, before inserting the key into the hole. He leaned in and smirked. She loved how he was getting more and more confident around her.

"Am I supposed to feel special?" He whispered, his cool breath fanning her face. She smiled and nodded before ducking into the cottage. 

That day she had, with him. The black and white boy, was better than any day she could ever have with them.  And for everything, she thanked Red.

This is just ok :/ I promise the next one will be better. :)

Love you all!

-Noa