Primary Colors - OS

- Primary Colors -

In the middle of my sixth grade year, a new student joined us.
It changed a lot of things.
Especially me.

A doll face covered with freckles.
An aggressive look.
Flaming red hair.
And a European accent.

Since the first day, we all felt it.
There was... Something really special about her.
Her aura I guess.

Her name was Blue.
Because her parents love the sea, she said.
I thought that it fits her well.

Every time I looked into her eyes, I felt like I was drowning.
Every time I heard her voice, my heart stopped.
Every time she smiled, my stomach hurt.

I always wanted to be close to her.
But she was always so far.

Sometimes, I would find myself thinking about touching her hair.
Her hands.
Her lips.
Her breasts.
Her body.

I took me some time to understand what these feelings were.
I was so confused at that time.

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I never really had friends.
I was a loner, you could say.

I was fourteen when I made my first.
I was never able to describe her with words.
Even though my memory is fuzzy, I know perfectly well that her name was Red.

We knew each other from art class.
She was sitting right next to me.
Because of that we slowly, but surely created a bond.

She was the rebellious type.
One day, she even convinced me to skip classes.
It was one of the best day of my life.

I remember everything from that day.

The heat of the sun below us.
This feeling of complicity.
This feeling of freedom.
The sound of her laugh.
Her scent.

And most of all, that stolen kiss.

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At first, I was confused.
I didn't understand what was our relationship.

First, there was that kiss, a very hot kiss if I may.
Second, the way she was looking at me.
Third, the way she was touching me.
And fourth, the way I was feeling.

Everything has changed.
Me, her and our feelings.

After a while, we started to hang out after school.
I never really thought that it was what we call a "date".

We never kissed in public.
I never asked why.
And I never understood why either.

Tons of couple make out on the street.
Not same sex couple, she told me one day.
She looked at bit sad when she said that.

Months passed.
Days passed.
We were still together.

Then, something happened.

It was raining that day.
We were soaking wet and freezing.
But we were soaking weat and freezing together.

Drops of water were flowing in her hair.
Her white shirt was completely transparent, and I couldn't help but look at her purple bra.

And then, suddenly, she just turned her face, looked at me and said spontaneously with a soft smile :

"I love you"

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There are a lot of things that you can't really explain with words.

Feelings.
Passion.
And physical attraction.

So, this part going to be hard to explain.

In short...
We made love.
It was something that I will never forget.