I took a bite of my sandwich and tapped my foot to the beat of my music.
"Hey." I quickly turned around, ready to fight whoever was daring to speak to me only to immediately soften my gaze as I stared at Mark. I paused my music and smiled at him.
"Hey. How you doin' red hair?" Mark chuckled and my heart stopped.
His chuckle was the best thing ever. I wanted to hear it more.
"I'm good, blue hair. Can I sit with you? I don't exactly want to associate with the brown or blond hair." I smirked at him. "Cheers to that." I shuffled away, leaving him some space to sit on.
He started eating just like me and we stayed silent for a bit.
"Were you born with this color or did you dye your hair?"
Mark didn't look at me.
He looked extremely uncomfortable.
So I continued.
"Personally, I dye mine. But don't be mistaken, I wasn't born with blue hair but I completely identify with them. I'm no boy is what I'm trying to say. I'm non binary." Mark turned to look at me, shocked that I had shared such private information with him. I smiled at him before going back to my sandwich.
"I dye it." I nodded at him, a smile playing at the corner of my mouth.
"Why red?" I asked slowly, trying to make him understand that he didn't have to answer if he didn't want to.
"Why blue?" Mark said immediately and I clicked my tongue.
"Touché, red. I guess it's the color that best represents me. It's the color of both the sky and the sea. And both are free. I like it." I said, looking at him with a smile.
"You're cute." He said, catching me off guard and making me blush.
Fuck.
I looked back at my sandwich.
"You have brown eyes so I'm guessing you like brown hair?" Mark chuckled. Again.
"Do you really believe in that bullshit?" I chuckled too, shaking my head while taking a bite of my sandwich.
"I don't know what I like exactly. Not girls, that's for sure." I nodded.
"And you?"
"Same as yourself. I like colored hair I guess. Makes me feel safe." I didn't look at Mark while saying that.
The bell rang before he could reply. I put everything in my bag and got up "Talk to you later, red." Mark got up and smiled at me.
"Yeah, I hope so."
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Colors (Crankiplier)
FanfictionOur main character, Ethan Nestor, lives under a dictatorship. And a very strict one at that. Each and every citizen has a very limited set of rights. And so, it's normal that they are very attached to them. One of those rights concerns one's hair co...
