Stranger's desire

Chapter 2: The first colourful thing I ever saw was the puke filled gutter

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Mystery POV

The pounding in my head was one hell of a wake up call, forcing myself up and rubbing my groggy eyes I ran a hand through my hair as I looked out at the normal Saturday morning sight, the aftermath of a party.

My hand, that was now lodged in my hair gripped onto something gooey and as I pulled it back I was unpleasantly surprised with the now dried, liquid nacho cheese stuck in my hair.

"Ughhh" groaning I looked around the room, locating my best friend I picked myself off the floor and neared him, getting ready to wake him up.

My sour mood was quickly turned upside down as I looked down at him sprawled across the couch, with black sharpie drawings sprawled across his naked chest, a few especially creative pictures spreading over his cheeks.

Slapping the dick on his cheek sent his eyes shooting open in fright, barely apple to contain my chuckle I gripped his shoulders and helped him sit upright, looking for something to disguise ourselves on our way out.

To my right was some college guy, supposedly in his early twenties wearing a black hoodie, his head modelling a bright neon pink cap, sending a smirk to my lips.

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Soon enough we were making our escape from the house filled with teenagers with hangovers, who knows when whoever threw the party would come downstairs forcing us to participate in the clean up.

I kept my face pretty well hidden with the black hoodie I'd been sporting, whilst my best friend didn't seem very amused with the pink cap I'd so graciously offered him to cover up the dicks all over his cheeks and forehead, leaving his bare chest covered in girls numbers.

Walking down the sidewalk I had him lead the way, his sight of colour giving him 'better direction' or so her said, whatever the hell that meant.

Me, I was still left colourblind, I'd tried to ask him countless times but he didn't like to talk about soulmates. The whole concept put him on edge seeing as he'd already met his, a pretty blonde girl (apparently that means her hair is a yellow colour?) in her late teens who'd slept with him and then said that she wanted nothing to do with him.

He met the girl at a party a couple years back, I'd seen the whole scene unfold, minus the sex part. But overall the experience left him heart broken, especially seeing as he'd been so in love with the idea of having a soulmate growing up, I guess that's kinda how he got into the whole player lifestyle.

I was never really interested in them growing up, but his fascination sparked mine, only to crush it along with everything else I dreamt of growing up.

Although when he changed to more of a player lifestyle I automatically became one by association, while I won't deny anything it's easy to tell that most things going around that are said about me are rumours and lies, not that I mind very much with what others think.

My whole day dream was quite literally knocked out of my head when I was knocked to the floor by someone in front of me. I reached out to try catch their fall but just as I latched onto their arm it came pummelling towards me, or more specifically my gut.

Being elbowed in the gut and having a huge hangover don't necessarily mix very well, and before I knew it I was getting ready to puke my (now bruised) guts out. Luckily for the girl on top of me she was pulled off of me quickly and I was able to lean over and throw up in the gutter laying to my left.

After finally registering the situation I was able to concentrate on what was happening, as I faced down, now finished throwing up whatever I drank last night the image in front of me left me frozen.

Quite the sight it was, never really being interested in soul mates I wondered how Bart never marvelled in the wonder of actually seeing colour for the first time. But seeing as the first colourful thing I ever saw was the puke filled gutter, my excitement seemed to dial down slightly.

Do you see it?" I heard a quiet whisper from beside me.

Looking over I caught sight of the most gorgeous girl I'd ever layer eyes on. Her dark brown her slightly messed up from the fall and the wind, her eyes seemed frazzled and from what I could tell she seemed to be very intently staring at the man in from of her.

"See what?" He questioned her, seeming a bit confused.

Meanwhile I seemed to safely assume my body wasn't a large enough pillow to prevent her from hitting her head on the fall, sending a slight chuckle to my lips. As I looked down, not wanting to intrude on what seemed to be a intimate moment by how much her eyes were dilating at the mere sight of him.

"Th-the colour?" This had my head shooting up, she saw it too? Confusion settled on my face and it appeared to on his too and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Colour? I don't see any colour" realisation flashed in both his eyes and mine as we both looked on, me seemingly invisible from their personal bubble.

"do you?" He questioned her, still slightly inspecting her head for injuries.

"I-I can see the golden flecks in your brown eyes, I can see the bright yellow sun and it's light shining through your hair. I-"

Him cutting her off seemed to be the best thing this man had done so far, my emotions barely getting a grip on the situation, and my 'soulmates' obvious infatuation with this man had my hands clenching into fists by my side.

"I'm sorry, but I don't see anything different, the sun looks just as grey as ever."

Her disappointed and heart broken look confirmed all my fears, if I'd only listened to Bart, everything he'd said about soulmates how they were a waste of time, his future 'I told you so' seems to come crashing down on me like reality and as I felt my heart sink in devastation.

My previously depressed state seemed to disappear the second I looked up to see the girl's eyes shutting, losing consciousness was definitely not ideal in this moment, especially if she could of had a concussion.

I felt myself forgetting everything that just happened, replacing every inch of sadness to fear of what could happen to her, and in that moment I realised just how hard it must of been for Bart when I'd encouraged him to forget about whatever her name was. Because without every a word, in less than a heartbeat I was forgetting every second of heartache just to come to her aid, and I wasn't sure which part scared me most.

But as her eyes drifted closed and she fully lost consciousness I knew,
the heartache was nothing compared to the thought of losing her.