Colours

three

*Dan*

I'm kind of indifferent as to what just happened. I just met this kid who I've never seen before, who's just moved here, and I've poured my entire heart out to him? Well, I guess there's nothing I can do now, he knows some of my deepest and darkest secrets.

He grabs my hand and helps me up as we make our way to the art room. It's basically a little studio with paint splattered here and there on the walls, people's artwork hanging all around the room.

"Here, I always sit here in the back, come sit with me today," I call Phil over to my spot. He comes and sits next to me, pulling his sketchbook out of his bag, beginning a portrait. I go over to the drying rack, grabbing my canvas, and then to get some paints to finish my painting.

I mix a few of the paints together to get the perfect color to finish my painting. As I'm applying the last few brush strokes, Phil leans over to study my work. He's intensely staring at my painting. After, he goes back to his own work.

After what seemed like a lifetime of silence, Phil finally breaks it. He holds his painting up to me, asking me what colours I see. I give him a puzzling look.

"Just curious, everyone has their own interpretation," he adds.

"Well, here I see a pinkish-orange with yellow and a little blue mixed in, kinda like a sunset," I begin, and going on, pointing at different sections of his painting. He'd painted a pair of eyes, titling the work "Stained Glass Eyes and Colorful Tears" after the Pierce the Veil Song.

After I finished explaining, he gave me the most shocked expression ever.

"Phil," I began, waving my hands in front of his face, "You okay?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine," he said, going back to his painting again, putting some final touches to it.

I lift mine up to him, asking him the same question. It's a set of rolling hills, each with its own bed of flowers on it, all different kinds and colours. He begins pointing and going on about what shades of reds and blues with tints and flecks of purples and greens he sees.

"And... and here, I see marigolds, shining red and yellow, with orangish glows around them," he finishes.

I give him the same look of disbelief he gave me when I finished explaining. I'm not sure why he gave me his shocked look, but I have him mine because he described every colour the exact same way I would. Once or twice, I would say it's a coincidence. But 17 times??? Oh my god...

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That night, I got home, and I couldn't get what happened in art class off my mind.

Did that actually happen or was I just imagining it? I kept thinking to myself. I was in shock. I didn't know what to think.

I lied there in bed, my eyes locked on the ceiling, one thing on my mind:

Phil Lester, the boy I had just met... is my soulmate?

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AN:
Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to update! As yall know, I first wasn't updating because I had gone to Jamaica. As soon as I got home, I began writing this chapter and was gonna publish that Tuesday, but I got very sick with something from Jamaica (I had to get tested to see if I have/had Zika or Dungue fever), and when the symptoms of that finally blew over, band camp started, and my life has been pretty busy since.

The way this story will work now is I'll try to post at least two chapters within the span of 1-3 days, one in Dan's POV and one in Phil's POV. I may introduce a couple new characters who may have their own chapters, or they might just have small cameos in already existing chapters.

If you're enjoying this story, stay tuned for the next chapter coming tomorrow! I need to sleep now because it's currently 12:09am and I'm still sick with whatever it is.