Dressed Up in Gold; Various!Holes {x} OC!Reader

~ Yellow Just Isn't for You ~

( Mickey's Pov )

It was just the day after I went to court for what I did. It wasn't really a bad day. Of course you'd have to be there to know..
( Flash Back )

I walked into the courtroom. The room went silent when I walked in. It was weird.. I've never made a room go quiet before.
My lawyer ran over to me as soon as he saw me.
"Miss Dewitt! You've made it." He said, sweat making it's way down the side of his face.

"Sorry. I had trouble getting here." I said, smiling at him.

"Oh. Well it's fine let's just go over and wait for the judge to get here." He said, wiping away the sweat on his face.

I nodded and let him lead me over to the stand. I sat down in a chair while my lawyer stood.
I looked over my lawyer while he stood there. He was a nervous man and he was as nervous as he was short. I basically seemed tall when compared to this man. This man was the only guy my mom could afford though. My family was running out of money as it is. Just hiring this guy was almost enough to take all my mom's and my brother's money. My younger brother and I didn't have jobs of course but if my mom and brother let me I'd be working as hard as a hunting dog but they said I was too young.

My thoughts were disrupted as my lawyer turned to look at a tall man that was making his way up to the desk where the Judge would usually sit. I think it was called a bench..? Yeah I think it was.

Anyways, this man had hair that was starting to turn grey and he was wearing the usual black robes a Judge would.
He held two files in his left hand and he had a look on his face that told me he already went through them.
They were probably mine.

He got to the bench and sat down then cleared his throat. "I'm Judge Hook. Now please sit and quiet down for me to read the following files to the Jury." He said, everyone quieting down for him to read the files. "The murder of Laura March was a shock to the high school here in our city and I'd never think her best friend would of done it. The girl was killed by the girl we have standing here today. Her name is Mickey Dewitt and she knew Laura March but Laura was killed by Mickey in the end. Mickey do you have anything to say?"

"I wasn't the one that did it." I said, looking him dead in the eye.

"If you weren't the one that did it then who did?" He asked, scoffing.

"Miss Dewitt has a case of Color Default." My lawyer explained, answering him for me.

"Really?" This perked the Judge's interest.

"Yes I do." I said, looking down at my lap.

"Your case of Color Default is serious?"

"Yes it is. Miss Dewitt's eyes have turned yellow for instance and she has panic attacks from what I've heard." My lawyer stated.

"Well if it's just the abnormal eye color and panic attacks it shouldn't be that serious right? So Mickey Dewitt still is on the hook for the murder and her case of Color Default shouldn't have drove her to kill Laura March either." The Judge inquired.

"But you cannot put her in jail!" My lawyer exclaimed.

"I'm not saying she has too. There is a opening for a camp actually and I'd gladly send her there to shape her into a fine young lady or she could go to jail." Judge Hook said, looking down at my flustered lawyer.

"Well sh-" My lawyer started by I cut him off.

"I'll go to camp. My family never could afford it anyways so it would be nice." I said.

"Camp it is. Case dismissed." The Judge said, picking up his gavel and hitting it against the large desk he sat behind.

Camp it is..

( End of Flash Back )

That's that. Now I'm just waiting for a bus that'll take me to this camp and I've got everything I need. My stuffed backpack is all the proof you need. I've got sunscreen, sunglasses, a bathing suit, some towels, some notebooks, pens, pencils, snacks, my girl things, and a hair brush. Now that I think of it, I've got everything to make sure I live.

The screeching of tires disrupted my thoughts. I looked up at the maker of the screeching.

It was a bus. Said bus had pulled up, It's worn tired pushing up against the curb. The bus itself was enough to make me think that I was going to jail!
I strode up to the bus, the squeaky doors opening as I stepped up to the rusty doors. This must be the bus I was waiting for..

The bus driver called out to me. "Are you Mickey Dewitt?"

I nodded. He gestured for me to step onto the bus.
I walked up the rusty metal steps and out of the corner of my eye I seen a guard sitting near the bus driver, peaking over his shoulder to look over some paperwork that sat on the dashboard. The guard looked over at me and gave me a curt nod then gestured to the rows of seats. I looked over the rows of seats to see if I could get a good seat. One that wasn't, you know, so torn up. There was one that was by the window and it didn't look as bad as the others did. So I shuffled over to the seat and set down by backpack, seating myself on the seat.
It was a well padded seat. Almost reminded me of the bus I rode to school.
Eh, not that I missed school or anything..
The screeching of the doors closing disrupted my thoughts of school.
The bus doors had closed and the bus driver put the bus in gear and we slowly drove down the road.
I pulled my backpack into my lap. I unzipped it and pulled out my yellow sketchbook. I set my sketchbook down and fished for a pen inside my bag. Something smooth brushed against my fingertips.
Aha! There you are.
I pulled out the smooth object. A yellow pen was clutched in between my fingers.
"Gotcha." I said to no one in particular, smiling to myself.

I pulled the sketchbook onto my lap and opened it up. Drawings and doodles littered the pages of the sketchbook. Only a few pages were blank but that didn't matter, did it?I turned to a blank page, my fingers itching to start drawing.
This'll be fun.

( Time Skip )

Done.
I looked over the page, a smile had worked itself onto my lips that were pursed into a line of concentration a few seconds ago.
The picture was one of grace but the yellow that was embedded into the paper made it seem not as graceful. The picture was of a tall woman that had long hair that covered up her eyes. The woman's eyes weren't shown of course but her large grin made up for their absence. She didn't have much of a curvy form but her dress made up for the lack of the curves. It was a long yellow dress that had a bustle. Like the old fashioned ones that dresses had back then. I admired my work then I closed the sketchbook and stuffed it back into my backpack. I stuffed the pen into my backpack too.
Heat was steaming through the bus now. I had just noticed.
It was a little discomforting but hopefully the bus driver switched on the air conditioning. I heard something about 'heat' come up in the conversation the guard and the bus driver were having. I listened as the guard was questioning the bus driver about the heat and I was happy about the guard questioning the bus driver. It's either a coincidence or luck.

"Hey, don't you have the air conditioning on?" The guard asked the bus driver.

"I d-do have it on! It's probably just the heat from outside getting in through the vents."

"We're just getting out to the camp and you're telling me this heat is just from outside?" The guard huffed, angrily.

I stopped listening after that. I was eavesdropping after all. I didn't want to get caught.
No one ever wants to get caught eavesdropping really. It's a sneaky thing to do but it's become a common thing.
A really common thing now that I think of it. I'm not against it though if thats what you are thinking..

My thoughts were disrupted by the bus coming to a screeching halt. Stream arose from the vents and it suddenly got way more heated inside the bus. It was as if someone had taken the summer heat and flat out boiled it. Now why did we stop in the first place?

The thumps of boots hitting stair made it's way to my ears at last.
A tall boy had made his way onto the bus.Oh. He wore a black tank top and black shorts with black sneakers. I also took notice of his burnt sneaker laces and boy, were they burnt.
His hair was pitch black like the night sky and it was ruffled.

Probably from the wind, I guessed.

His pockets were stuffed and he was dragging a black backpack behind him.
And man, was that backpack stuffed. Another kid hurried onto the bus and I was pleased that the new comer was a girl, a tall girl.

She wore a white black striped tank top and white shorts with white sneakers.
Her hair was a whole other story though. It was black with a streak of white.
She was dragging a black bag with her and I also took notice of the white backpack on her back.
Her bags weren't as stuffed as the boy's. Her pockets were the only thing that looked stuffed.

The tall boy sat in the seat next to me, almost tripping over my backpack.
The tall girl was about to sit next to the boy but she stopped abruptly and took a seat next to me.
She settled herself down, dropping her bag at her feet.

The bus driver closed up the doors of the bus after they got settled and put the bus in gear.
The bus cruised, slowly, down the road.

"Hey little lady! What's your name? Mine's Racko!" The boy said, turning to me with a smile.

"The name's Mickey, Mickey Dewitt." I said, smiling back at him.

"Well hello, Mickey. I'm Max." The girl said, joining in on Racko and I's introduction to each other,"And by the way, Racko's real name is Jack." She added, leaning closer hoping for Racko not to hear.

"I heard that!" Racko yipped.

"Jack! Calm down!" Max said, her eyes were set ablaze with amusement.

"It's Racko! How would you like it if I called you Maxwell, hmm?" Jack taunted Max, shaking her shoulder probably to annoy her I'm guessing.

"Simple, I wouldn't like it but I still have no idea how you get worked up over your name." Max said, swatting his hand away.

"Me too!"

"I'm only telling you guys this because Mickey wants to know!" Racko said, a childish smirk on his face.

Max stuck her tongue out at Racko who returned the gesture.

"I prefer my nickname more than my name, Jack, because when people call me Racko I feel like I'm a whole new person! When I'm called Jack it makes me feel embarrassed because what I've done in the past." Racko explained.

"What have you done in the past?" I asked.

"I broke into an amusement park and messed with a few of the rides..." He admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You must've had fun." I said, crossing my legs.

"I guess I did have fun..." He said, dropping his hand to his side.

I looked over at Max who raised a eyebrow at me.

"What did you do Max?" I asked her.

"Theft." She admitted, not bothering to go into detail.

"There's gotta be something more!" I exclaimed, prodding at her arm.

"Okay, okay! I stole...some..things...from school and lit them on fire. But c'mon that isn't that bad is it? Now may I ask, what did you do?" Max asked, her expression set for question.

"Murder..?" I said, unsure with it myself if I was the one to commit that murder.

"Murder huh? I want details!" Racko yipped, his black eyes shining with curiosity.

"Are you sure?" I asked them.

"Yup." Max said, popping the 'P'.

"Okay. It was actually my best friend who I killed.."

"You killed him or her..?" Racko asked, his curiosity had burned away into uncertainty.

"Yes I did."

"Okay." Racko said, his curious expression coming back to his face.

"May I continue?" I asked him with a laugh.

"Sure I guess." Racko said, jokingly.

"Ok. I don't remember much..but..when I calmed down I was shocked to see what..I..did. I had killed my best friend for Pete's sake! I had..r-ripped..her open..." I felt disgusted telling them this but they deserve to know what I did when I made them tell me what they had done.

Racko and Max recoiled from me when I said this though, looks of disgust spreading across their faces.

"Ew. Ew. Eww." Racko said, rubbing his ears,"Get it out! Get it out!"

He was possibly trying to wipe away what I just said, I guessed.

"I've heard worse." Max said, settling back down but she really wasn't as calm as she seemed.

It was silent and I really didn't want it to be that way.

Racko broke the silence though. "How did it look?" Racko asked, fiddling with his fingers.

Max shifted uncomfortably next to me. She was struggling to not recoil. She just wanted me to stop talking about it. It must've spooked her badly but it's rude not to answer a question!

"It wasn't a good look on her.." I said, sorrowfully.