Colors of Paris ◇ Elijah Stevenson

Prologue

**This story is being edited and then finished but in the mean time enjoy!*

The colors of the town seem to exist by those who illuminate out great light. The leaves that are on the trees gain their color by a nonexistent perplexity of life. They change. All the colors change. The colors of the sky changes every night and day. But the various colors that shine out on a summer's sunset is different. The reds mixes with the blues to make a cool color of violet and indigo. The dark mixes with the light so easily and fondly that all the stars in the world could not hold a match with the beauty the sunset represents. The earth shines because of the change. But sometimes the change isn't exactly what anyone hopes for and the beauty with the colors fade away...

I stagger along the sidewalk trying not to slip on the ice that is underneath my feet. With every step I take I bend the knee that is lunging forward and arch my back a smudge. I keep my frost bitten hands in my coat pockets and put my head up every once in a while to make sure the old gentleman who is in front of me hasn't fallen yet.

I retain my eyes from closing even though I feel as if they can be frozen together as well. My eyelids are heavier than what I can handle and I rub at them with my right hand. My eyelids could be a lot easier to keep open if I didn't go to bed so late last night either. Although I do have a job interview today and as a result of my tiredness, I still find myself excited for it.

I have been waiting for this day to come for six months now. Finishing college was the first step. Then getting a job. Then make millions by scamming the whole industry. Then right after that go tell my boss that all the employees were underpaid and say go screw himself or herself. Right after that though I haven't played anything out. Like settling down, raising a family, retiring....let's not get to ahead of ourselves okay.

I put my head up again and hear the familiar diesel sounding car booming loud music beside me. I groan to myself and just keep up with my pace as i ignore the person that is driving along beside me.

"Come on Maddi. Are you actually going through with this?" I hear my roommate's nasally voice. The loudness of his car can't be compared to his voice whatsoever.

I glide through the sidewalk by now since i hit a spot where the salt was actually applied.

"Hey, you shithead, why are you planning on doing this? It's going to not end well. Do you remember when you tried for the one right down the street?!" my roommate bellows out.

I finally stop in my tracks and look at him. All those people who say they want a G.B.F. doesn't know how it feels to actually have a G.B.F. They get underneath your skin wanting to know literally everything what happens to you. They act like they actually care unlike what most guys do.

"My boyfriend, Chris, says that it is unhealthy to try and take risks you know you can't handle!" he adds.

G.B.F. Gay Best Friend. It could also be mixed up with guy best friend but that's another thing.

I look at him. He has his window rolled down fully and just one hand on the steering wheel as he himself is taking a risk at getting hit by incoming traffic.

"So your boyfriend of the week is trying to give me advice?" i holler back at him putting my hands out of my pockets to make more gestures. I turn back once i see his expression, "that's what i thought. Now if you don't mind I have the interview in t minus fifteen minutes."

He looks at me that I can see from the corner of my eye , "Okay well what are you going to explain Frederick?"

I turn to him again, "Greg you and I both know that I don't give a shit about what my low life stalker thinks. He wants to follow me around," I get closer to his car, "and give me weird feelings that I hate then he should just stick with following you."