COLORS [rhink] (COMPLETED)

ORANGE

Orange-

orange was the color of the succulent fruit itself.

orange was another shade of the sky at sunset .

orange was the color of his sweater that he wore most of the time.

orange reminded him of the paint that sat a jar by hiswindowsill .

orange reminded him of warm .

orange reminded him of the sun that blared down andkissed his skin, leaving freckles in their place.

orange was another color that reminded him of him .

orange.

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The third place, Charles' favorite place, was his backyard. How they didn't notice someone walk back there was unknown. Charles smiled as he walked into the grassy plain. His mother watched him sit in the middle of the green plantation, then walking inside with the items they had found during their trip, as she told Charles she would, as well as telling him that he can go to the last place alone, for she had a few things to do. He nodded and proceeded to make his way into the houses back space.

He sat there for about 30 minutes, fingers threading through the grass absentmindedly, thinking about the times before Rhett had left. He was 6 years old when they met, Rhett was 14, but acted as if he was older. Charles had guessed that he came from a stricter home than him, from how he acted and what he told him. He recalls the way Rhett talked to him about his school, about how everyone talked to him just because he was tall, that they thought he was cool because of it.

Charles sighed and lifted himself up off the ground, patting his pants for lingering grass strands. He made his way inside of the small home that he lived in to bid his mother farewell, for now, before making his way out of the house and down the street.

He felt anticipation rise in him as he caught sight of the small parlor, being a lengthy amount of feet away from where he was.

He didn't know why he felt scared, nervous even.

This could all be just a joke, someone playing with him just to get a good laugh, but who would know where all the places Rhett listed were. Has someone been watching them?

The possibility of that had slight likeliness to it.

Charles didn't dwell on the thought much longer, for he had came to the entrance of the building. He rose his eyes from his feet to stare inside the window of the cream colored building. He saw a lady walk over to a man with small bowl of something pink. He observed the man, taking in every detail. From the man's futuristically styled, blond hair, standing upright, to the chin-strap beard that complemented his everything.

Is that Rhett?, He thought, backing away from the window. Maybe he should just head back, forget any of this happened.

What if that is him, and if he leaves, he'd be hurting Rhett's feelings. That was something Charles never wanted to do. He sighed, looking up at the sky, the sun was shinning bright, blaring down onto his bright yellow sweater. He pondered on how he was to approach the man, if it was Rhett, and before he knew it, he was in the parlor, he heard the small ding of the bell as the door opened and his feet moved on their own accord. He came to halt just before the table the man sat in, who didn't seem to take notice of the brunette, and gulped. The man's features were more defined since he came closer, and found them to be slightly familiar.