Pink Was His Color

Ethereal.

Ethereal: extremely delicate in a way that seems too perfect for this world.

It was the summer of my junior year of high school when I saw him. At first, he was breathtakingly beautiful, handsome, charming even. Then he became gentle and sweet. He was all I wished for.

Our small story starts back that summer at, well you guessed it, summer camp. The summer camp we went to was small, but still fun. Every day we would take hikes around the tall cliffs and edges there were around the cabins. We would even end the day by the warm campfire, singing songs, and swatting away pesky mosquitoes.

Even though I stated our story starts at that summer camp, it didn't happen right away when I first set my eyes on him that morning in the cabin. It started when we went swimming. I was already attracted to him, my hormones couldn't take it when I saw him shirtless. He was too beautiful. So I ran away and tried to keep a safe distance away from him, still keeping my eyes on him though.

Being my normal self, I was shy. Everyone is shy around someone they are interested in, let's be honest. Also, I doubted myself that I was even attracted to him. He was too... out of my league. I was a skinny, pale, music nerd that sat in his bed staring at the wall, daydreaming about the next day's events while he was the muscular, tan, hot, dreamy guy. We were opposites. That didn't stop me.

I kept thinking of him that whole time at the camp. What was he like? Did he have siblings? Is he in a good relationship with his mom? Is he in a serious relationship at all?

It was the second week of the trip when I actually got to hear his voice. It was just like I expected: soft, silky, and calm. His voice was more high pitched than I thought it would be though; I still got the soft part right.

Then I got to speak with him. We had a game night in our cabin.

We played truth or dare.

One boy in the cabin got the bottle as the mix of girls and boys, including him, circled around in the middle of the cabin floor.

The game went on smoothly, until the bottle landed on me. I had to say, "dare."

I was dared to give him a lap dance.

I couldn't do it, so I was excluded from the game.

I went to go sit on my bed and watch the game from a distance.

I watched everything.

Every move he made, how his face looked when he laughed, every time he fixed his hair when it got messed up, every time he spoke.

He, I decided that night, was ethereal.