Colours

two

*Phil*

Waking up, I feel terrified. I slowly open my eyes, realizing I'm not in my old room back in Manchester. Instead, I'm in London. I mean, I guess it's okay... I wasn't too big on the idea of moving at first, but there was nothing I could do because my parents had already sold the house and bought this one.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed, forcing myself to get up.

New school, new people, they're all gonna hate you... I think to myself.

I was never really well liked at my old school, but I never knew why. People just found reasons to tease me. They'd taunt me about how short I was until I hit my growth spurt, then moved on to my semi-permanent smirk.

One thing that I hoped they'd never find out is that I'm gay. Luckily, at that school, they never did. I'm just worried about this school.

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Once I'm ready and out the door, I notice another kid walking to school in front of me. Black skinny jeans, black converse, dark band shirt, he had nice style. I was wearing these bright red skinny jeans with a Pikachu shirt, mismatched socks, and bright colored shoes, which didn't go very well with my raven black hair.

I looked down at my phone, switching up my music. When I look back up, the kid in front of me is gone.

Oh, shoot... I wanted to talk to him... Oh well I'll find him at school. I think to myself again.

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After 30 minutes of walking and getting lost twice, I finally stumble my way into the school. I make my way to the office to grab my schedule and locker code.

Once I've grabbed my stuff, I make my way to find my locker. I'm studying my schedule so intensely that I didn't notice the person who walked in front of me, and I bumped into them, sending their books flying.

"Sorry, sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going, I'm so sorry!" I yell, helping him pick his books up.

"N-no, no, sorry. Th-that was my fault," he stuttered to me. I could tell he was upset. He looked up at me, his copper brown eyes welling with tears.

He turns to walk away, but I grab his shoulder, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"Hey, you okay?" I ask him, keeping my hand on his shoulder. He's silent for a few moments, but when he looks back up at me again, he bursts out into tears.

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"And she just... She died. My mom told me about the whole 'soulmates see the exact same colour' thing, and I had found that. And she's gone. My once-in-a-lifetime is gone," his shaky voice finished explaining.

We'd missed first hour, him explaining to me what exactly happened. It was a long story, but I stayed silent the whole time.

We were sat in the library, on one of the couches, his head leaned on my shoulder. In between segments of the story, he'd let out sobs. I listened. No one's ever let out something so personal to me, so I just sat and listened the whole time.

Once he'd finished, he let out a few more sobs. By this time, I realized we hadn't properly introduced ourselves.

"I'm so sorry this happened to you, ehr, uh, I'm sorry... what's your name again?" I replied.

"Oh, uh, Dan. My names Dan Howell," he replied, inbetween more sobs.

"Phil. Phil Lester. I'm new here, just moved last week," I replied, putting a hand out for him to shake. He took it, very weakly.

"Well, Dan, what class do you have next?" I ask him, hoping he had the same one.

"Oh, um," he started, pulling out his schedule, "art. I have art next."

"Great! So do I! Let's go," I say, reaching a hand out to help him up as the bell rings.

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Hey guys! Last update for a little over a week, as I'll be gone on a mission trip with little to no wifi access, so hope you enjoy for now! I'll hopefully update as soon as I feel well rested from this trip! Thanks for voting and commenting ;)