miss federal beuro of investigation (color au)

4 : hear

"if there is an f.b.i. worker assigned to every single person, does that mean half of the population works for the f.b.i.? or is there another 7 point something billion people out there solely working for the f.b.i. that are just kept secret? or is one agent assigned to multiple people?" Meg was very intrigued, with no response from her friend she continued.
"Amanda, think about it, you know it's true that they watch us....right? tell me you don't just listen to me hoping I shut up about this, I'm not crazy I swear! I'm telling you," Amanda had been trying to tell her it's all in her head, had been trying for years, and nothing's changed.

"su-ure, you're not crazy. tell me again why you have black tape over all of your cameras?" she chuckled and said her good-byes, "I have to get off to class, have fun conspiring," easily you could see that Meg honestly knew about the beuro, trying to spread her intellect to others.

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dancing in her underwear had developed into one of Cynthias favorite hobbies. she could visualize every song as her favorite shades, most of blues and oranges as they were most vivid and alive to her. every beat, if she liked it, was a steady pop of red or yellow, every melody, purple or pink. guitar strums were brown or green. dj's additions usually bright purple, or a vibrant yellow.

seeing wasn't the only thing becoming a large part of her life now, but every sense. she learned that people voices could be smooth deep blue, soft pink, hyper yellow, or cracked green; depending on tone, body language, speed, and other factors.

she didn't like green on Amanda's  body. unlike her friends said, blue greens looked best on her olive tone, not just the loud green that they put on her, bought for her, gifted to her all of the time. she looked best in darker colors. her light eyes showed more when she did.

and to be frank, and a little outside of the rules. Cyn made sure the clothes she ordered online were of the right shades despite her color-seeing friends. Cynthia knew best after all, Amanda was her color, she'd make sure she was dressed right ones.

even though she hadn't developed feelings, to the younger girl; she had definately developed a relationship. platonic, of course, but a relationship. she even considered a fake account to message her on through social media, to reach out to the person she knew so so much about. hell, she maybe even knew more about her than Amanda did. maybe.

Amanda voice was pink most days, yellow around her friends, soft and hidden. in class she was orange, strong and wanting to be heard. never cocky or narcissistic, but knowing. her friends voices were all green. pukey green, full of jealousy and competition. honestly, none of them like the others, they all just needed company. Amanda was lonely, she couldn't say no to them, or she wouldn't have anyone to say no to.

that was something they had in common though, both grown up quiet, shy, alone; but in class being loud. they were both very smart and courageous when they had the chance to be. not backing down unless they were being manipulated into it. they both wanted to be the outgoing extrovert in junior high and everyone looked up to, but neither had the guts or confidence.

they both wanted to be listened to.

but no one bothered.
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authors note ~

Cynthia is a demiromatic, demisexual, lesbian.
Amanda is bisexual.

demiromantic : not feeling romantic attractions until a strong emotional bond is formed.

demisexual : not feeling sexual attractions until a strong emotional bond is formed.
just to clarify.

lesbian : person of female gender being sexually attracted to someone of a female gender.

bisexual : a person feeling attraction to two genders, usually the genders being male and female, but not pertaining to them only.