Colors (bxb) [DISCONTINUED]

sin

"When your life seems black and white, make sure that you dream in color."

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I wake up on Saturday morning in a really good mood.

Today's going to be a good day, I think, brushing my teeth and washing my face -- at the same time. It's a lot less complicated than it sounds. A good, good, good day.

The positivity springs from my blackened heart and seems to surround me in glimmering light. I smile at my reflection in the mirror, taking in the bedraggled mess of my black and blonde hair. For the first time in a very long time, though, the condescending voice of my conscious doesn't tell me how unattractive I look. For the first time in a very long time, I regard myself with . . . slight pride?

Not lookin' too bad, Kristopher. My smile widens, and I end up whistling the entire time as I take my morning shower.

I don't usually wake up in such a peppy mood; I'm typically extremely groggy and irritable, and my negative thoughts and insecurities make that even worse. But for some reason, I feel very happy this morning, as if my mood corresponds with the future events of today. Is this the universe's way of telling me that something magical will happen this Saturday?

I really hope so. I'm going to Justin's house today, after all. And sure, the other guys will also be there -- but maybe things won't be as bad as I assumed it would. Maybe I'll actually enjoy myself.

Every dog has its day.

I chuckle at the thought. I haven't had a perfect day in a long, long time. It'd be nice to finally have some luck thrown my way.

Stepping out of the shower, dripping wet, I wrap a brown towel around my waist and quickly hop towards my room. I close the door behind me and let out an exhale of air, a goofy smile still stuck on my face, oodles of happiness bubbling from underneath the surface. As I slide the towel off of my body and reach in my drawer for some clothes to wear today, my eyes simultaneously dart around the room, relishing in the . . . tranquility of it all.

My room is a rather small one -- or maybe it just seems small because of my oversized bed. The walls are painted boyishly blue, and a dinosaur of a TV sits in the corner. I've had the thing for about nine years now; I desperately need an upgrade. And considering my younger sister is donning a flat-screen TV in her pink room . . .

Yeah, an upgrade would be nice. My mother told me that she'd get me a new TV about three years ago, and I'm still waiting. Usually, thinking about those dismal facts would dress my soul in another layer of depression . . . but not today. Today is going to be a good day, I keep repeating to myself, like a holy mantra of merriment. Today is going to be a good, good day.

The clothes that I decide to wear to Justin's house are painfully simple, but attractive enough to make the wearer look a smidgen cooler. Black T-shirt and blue jeans, with a gray-and-blue jacket to keep me warm in the brisk air. The temperature has been dropping consistently this past month.

Afterwards, I style my hair up in a semi-attractive wave, similar to Justin's but not quite. His hair is thick and drenched in gel, while mine looks and feels like the ends of cotton candy. I'd admittedly pay a lot of money to play in his coal black locks -- at least for five minutes. Actually, I'd pay a lot to see how long it takes for him to look so stunning. It must take a long time to look as good as him, right? Or is he just effortlessly attractive?

You'll never know.

I don't let the thought ruin my mood. Taking a page out of Tori Kelly's book, my smile is unbreakable, and I refuse to let anyone chip it -- even myself.