I Bleed Colors

Blue.

The school bell rang and I ignored it, lost in thoughts of the white abyss I would turn into something beautiful, something interesting. My thoughts were interrupted as a hand dropped and waved in front of my face. "Earth to Ebony." I looked up to see my best friend sporting a goofy grin.
"Hey, Alex." I greeted with a cold, forced smile. I stood up to gather my things, tossing brushes in my grey, worn out backpack. Alex nudged my shoulder earning a sigh and a "What do you want?" from me.
"Class is over. Hurry up! We're gonna go get iced coffee with the gang!" Alex smiled and grabbed my free hand just as I slung my bag over my shoulder.
His incessant cheerfulness was annoying, but enlightening nonetheless.
"Alright, fine. But you know the rules, I've got to be home by six," I informed as Alex drug me by the hand out of the art room.
"Okie dokie!"

We entered the coffee shop to see what Alex referred to as "the gang" sitting at a table with two empty seats waiting for us. "Look who I found," Alex chimed gaily. In return I rolled my eyes.
"Where was she?" A voice questioned as Alex and I took our seats. I glanced over to see our friend, Sam, sipping on her cappuccino inquisitively. Her short hair was pulled back by her flat billed hat, which she wore slightly turned to the left, and her bright red hoodie contradicted Alex's sky Blue T-shirt.
"The art room." Alex informed.
"Of course," Sam said with an eye roll.
I remained silent and pulled the sleeves of my sweater over my hands. I was still getting used to this whole human interaction thing as it was fairly new to me.
"So, Ebony, tell us about your latest creation," An interested voice chimed in. Across from me, Terry was using his eyes to stare at me, one hand to hold his beverage, and his opposite arm casually slid around his girlfriend's shoulders.
"Well, I haven't actually started yet, but um, well, I was thinking about doing something foresty. Green is really calling to me on this one." I stuttered awkwardly. Is foresty even a word?
"That's... cool." He responded, judgementally sipping his coffee.
His girlfriend, Sarah giggled beside him. Her laughter earned a glance from me and I studied her, the polar opposite of Sam. Her long blonde hair and pink blouse made her look as if she belonged on the cheer squad, but in reality she was one of us, an outcast. "That sounds awesome, Ebony!" She exclaimed, neglecting her pumpkin spice latte. (Who likes pumpkin spice anyway?)

After drinking my fair share of coffee, which Alex generously paid for, and managing to act an acceptable amount of normal, I revealed to the group that I had to leave, seeing as it was approximately 5:30. That earned a "Okay, I'll drive you home," from Alex and a "Aww," from Sarah, who seemingly enjoyed my company.

The ride home wasn't long, but it was enough time for Alex to interrogate me. He started with questions like "How was your day?" and "Did you enjoy hanging out with the gang?" But he ended with the usual serious question, the same one he asked everyday. "Are you gonna be okay tonight?" He said this as he pulled into my driveway.
"I should be, things have been pretty chill lately," I lied, grabbing my bag and preparing to step out of his silver truck.
I felt a familiar hand grab a hold of mine. "Call me if you need anything." He whispered sweetly before releasing me.
"Will do." I stepped into the driveway and faced my house as he drove away. Alex was the best friend I had, ever since preschool. He was compassionate, cheerful, and understanding.
I walked up the driveway thinking, if he was a color, he'd be blue.