Pink Was His Color

One Step Closer.

I actually got to talk to him that summer. It was when everyone wanted to go swimming in that big lake, but I didn't. I was too busy writing songs to even think of swimming. I was sitting on my top bunk, my music sheets and notes scattered all over my bed. I was very concentrated on my current music piece, so concentrated that I didn't even see that he was there. He was looking at me as I wrote lyrics and such.

I didn't notice him until he came up to my bunk and asked me a question in his soft voice. "Hey, Fran is your name right?"

I looked up at him, a bit shocked that someone was talking to me; I was more shocked at the fact that he was talking to me. "Um, yeah... I'm Fran," I spoke with an awkward tone.

He smiled a little and put his hand up to shake mine. "I'm Jong," he told me as our hands met.

Jong was his name, a short name for a boy with a long list of adjectives to describe him.

He let go of my hand and returned it back into his pocket. "So," he tried to look up at what I was doing, "what's that?"

I looked down at my music papers that were scattered around my bed. "Oh," I bit my lip nervously as I tried to gather my papers, "Just some things I've written."

"Written?" He looked up at me, interested. "Do you write stories, stuff like that?"

"No, not really," I shook my head, continuing to gather my papers.

"Then what do you write?"

"Music," I answered him quietly.

He then asked, "Could I see them?"

I was shocked; no one ever wanted to see my music. "Sure," I reluctantly gave him a paper of one of my older songs.

He didn't take the paper and instead climbed up the ladder to my bunk. "I can read it up here."

I was shocked once again. He was actually friendly.

I handed him the sheet of paper shyly.

"You look so shocked," he commented as he took the paper from me.

"Yeah," I nodded a bit, "no one usually wants to read my songs."

"Well, you're in luck. I'm a secret music nerd," he chuckled, his eyes looking at my face softly.

I unconsciously gulped. He was too beautiful. He was a 'music nerd' too; he even identified himself as a nerd. I was too lucky.

He read my lyrics and handed the paper back to me. "You're talented, it's really good."

"Thanks," I flashed a small smile at him.

He smiled more at me. "Are you a senior this year?"

"Nope, a junior."

"I'm a senior this year," he told me. "I'm going to major in music."

"Cool," I nodded awkwardly.

I couldn't believe I was talking to him, Jong. I was so awkward. I didn't know what to say.

"I have a few lyrics on my phone," he said and then offered, "You wanna see them?"

I nodded.

He brought out his phone and instead of bringing up lyrics, he brought up his contacts. "Add your number," he said in a friendly tone.

I was shocked once again. He wanted my number.

I quickly entered my number into his phone and gave it back to him.

"Sweet."

Then his name was called from outside from one of the other members.

"Well," he sighed and then started to climb back down the ladder. "See you later, Fran," he said as he was climbing down.

"See you," I waved to him, "Jong."

Then he left the cabin to go outside.

This was a step closer to our story's sweet beginning.