Color

Chapter 1

Emma's POV

I walked downstairs, completely exhausted from doing absolutely nothing. I'm always laying around the house, watching the same movies over and over again. People didn't get me. No one. Apparently, movies and TV shows should only be watched by the lucky few that could see in colors. My parents could, and they were happier than people could be. I, on the other hand, I was miserable.

My mother walked into the kitchen as I poured milk into my cereal bowl and greeted me with a smile. "Hey Emma, good morning" She smiles. I smile weakly back at her. "Morning.." I mumble tiredly. My parents were always so worried about me and I sort of understood why. I barely had any friends, actually I only had one. Michael Clifford. We had been friends since childhood and everyone thought we were gonna end up together. He wasn't the best the world had to offer, but he was my Mikey. We weren't together though. Just best friends.

"Mom, I'll be at Mikey's" I smiled softly before walking out the door and down the street to his house.

I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. He didn't though, one of his friends did. I blinked once before my world was in color. "Oh, uh, sorry.. I thought it was just Mikey here..." I mumble shyly, looking around shocked. The world looked so... Beautiful. It never did before, but now.. god.

Mikey came to the door, pushing the, beautiful boy to the side. "Don't mind Ashton, he's just hanging out. You can come in though. Were just watching movies" He says with a smile. The boy now had a name. I walked in with a smile and lay on the couch , grabbing a blanket as Michael sits next to me and Ashton on the other side of me. I smiled softly. One look at him, and my whole life snapped into color. But why? What was so special about him?