Red, Yellow, and Blue

Chapter 1

Screw alarm clocks and screw school.

That's the first thought that goes through Leo Delgado's head as he forced himself to sit up. He spent several more minutes trying to convince himself to get out of bed. Grudgingly- with eyes half closed, might I add- he brushed his teeth, threw on a plain grey Nike t-shirt and jeans, stared at his reflection for a few minutes before deciding he isn't even going to try with his hair; it never cooperated anyway. He slipped on his favorite pair of Nike shoes.

He looked around my room, and it's a mess- as usual. Leo doesn't mind mess. Mess reminds him that he is in control.

Leo grabbed his black Jansport bag and walked down the stairs.

Both Eva and Michael were already sitting on the kitchen table, eating breakfast.

"Good morning!" Eva trilled, as she sipped her morning coffee, "take a seat, I made waffles."

"Thanks, I'll take one to go." Leo grabbed a waffle and began to head out of the house.

"Leo, honey, wait!" Eva called. "Do you want a ride to school?"

"No it's okay, Noah is going to pick me up."

Leo's parents seemed offended by this remark, and proceeded to give him me an entire speech about today being "the beginning of the end," and how they wanted to be there for him, or more accurately, Eva gave the speech while Michael stood beside her, nodding his head.

If you heard them, you'd think Leo was dying. Or that they were dying. No one would have guessed they were talking about the first day of Leo's senior year. But nevertheless, Leo still remained defiant that Noah would be picking him up.

Noah... Leo couldn't believe that he and Noah have only been friends for one year; it felt like he knew him his whole life. Noah really was an amazing friend. He's right there on top with the girl who got Leo a red car for his seventh birthday.

The moment Noah walked into class (late) on the first day of school exactly one year ago, Leo suspected they were going to be friends. Noah had rushed in, and when the teacher interrogated him all he did was whisper and hand something to her.

The teacher furrowed his brows, gave a disapproving look, then told Noah to take a seat, which coincidentally, happened to be the seat next to me.

"Hey," Leo had addressed Noah.

"What's up?"

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That," Leo nodded in the direction of the teacher, who was now facing the board.

"Oh," he smiled mischievously under his breath, "magic"

Two months later, when Noah felt like he could finally trust me enough, he revealed his "magic trick"; he had told the teacher that he was late because he was getting her candy hearts-ones that he was planning on eating himse-

"GET OUT OF THE WAY, LEO!" screeched Noah, as he swerved his car out of the way. Leo frantically tried to move, but ended up tripping (over nothing) and falling onto his butt. "For scaring the crap out of me, you can find another ride to school," glared Noah, his hazel-green eyes burning a hole in my head. "You idiot, I almost ran you over. Then I would've had to go to court and get arrested and all that mumbo jumbo. Do you think my dad would represent me if I killed my best friend? What were you thinking?"

Leo glared right back at him-but couldn't keep a straight face for long; a glare looked so alien on Noah's face.

"If I tell you what I was thinking, will you promise not to make fun of me?" Leo asked, cautiously getting into the car.