The Colours Between Us; g.d

Memories and Doubts

"I have a question," I began our conversation as he walked me home from school, our hands intertwined as the long route was reaching it's end. 

"And I have an answer." He replied sarcastically, dodging a branch, chuckling lightly.

We took a shortcut to my house through the woods so that no one can see us together. The sound of birds chirping and the sound of cracking sticks below our feets were the only things you could hear.

"What abouts does your mama do for a living?" I asked him, genuinely curious about where he gets his income from considering that he is extremely nervous about his funds recently.

He gave out a small chuckle before answering. "Ya remember that little corner store down the street from ya papa's diner?" He asked and I nod soon after. "That right there is owned by my mama." He said with a smile.

I stopped my feet from moving for a second as I thought about the afternoon that I had to go purchase tomatoes for my father and seeing Grayson there. 

"Wait a hot minute." I said, looking up at him. "You mean to tell me that Lisa, the woman that has been fighting for coloured rights for decades, is your mother?" I asked in disbelief.

He looks at me with a smirk and nods.

It all makes sense. A widow taking care of three children, well, teenagers.

"Oh my goodness, how come I never put two and two together?" I asked myself, walking towards Grayson, interlocking our hands again before resuming our walk.

"Yeah, I know. My ma is an amazing woman who gave birth to amazing children." He said with a wink at the end as I lightly pushed him aside.

"I want to meet your sister." I told him what was on my mind. "I've met your brother, and I know your mother, but I have never seen nor met your sister." 

He swung our hands together as we walked. "Well, she is very talented, very beautiful," He began. "She is currently out of town, studying production arts in college. She has an eye for art, we all do." 

I couldn't help but smile. "Really now?" 

He looked up to meet my eyes. "We all are into art in my family. Well, some type of arts. Cameron is the visual artist, Ethan is the storyteller and writer, and I focus on music."

Now THAT is some news to me. I never would have thought that the bad boy twins of the town were secretly soft and geeky.

"You are into music?" I asked, clearly confused.

He smiled, running a hand through his soft hair, before nodding.

"Yes, I've been playing piano for eight years, and I have been trying to learn guitar this past year." He explained, giving the back of my hand a peck.

"Well, you will have to play for me one day." I said confidently.

"I think Beethoven will be very proud if I did so."

I gave out a quiet giggle as we continued our walk and ended up underneath my bedroom window. I look around us to make sure that there was nobody around before bringing him to my height and placing a kiss on his lips.

I instantly melted into them, I could not describe the feeling he gave me. I wish we could always act like this at school and go on actual dates, but after that problem at the rusty diner a few weeks ago, no telling what a large chunk of people might do.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked him, touching his bottom lip with my thumb as I looked at how swollen it has become.

"At school, yes. But my ma wants me to talk to a few shops around town to find a well paying part-time job." He explained, wrapping his lips around my thumb and lightly biting it.