Imperfect Pieces

17. yellow or purple?

The scent of lavender was overpowering.

Fred opened his eyes to the sight of a tree with soft lilac flowers growing through the wooden floor of his bedroom.

"What the-"

"Surprise!"

A beaming face appeared in his line of vision. Viola's ginger hair was as messy as ever and she was holding a pot of liquid that looked...purple?

"Some tea?" she asked, thrusting a silver tea cup to him. He looked at it dubiously and decided against it.

"Uh... I think I'll pass, thanks."

A quick look around his room left him befuddled. It was almost as if a purple tornado swept through his room, leaving everything very much purple. Even all his clothes appeared to have changed.

Alarmed, his confusion increased when he noticed the large sunflowers growing on the ceiling, covering every inch of it in a bright, eye-popping, cheery yellow.

"Why's my room purple? How come there's a lavender tree growing through my floor? And what's up with sunflowers?" he shot out, the questions tumbling out of his mouth.

Viola's face immediately fell.

"Oh... she's responsible for the sunflowers. They look horrible right? Purple is so much better!"

He stared at her blankly. "Who?"

"Me!" came a call from the closet in the corner. Another girl emerged, barefoot and dressed in a simple yellow sundress.  As Blaine walked towards the bed, her long caramel brown hair trailed behind her and the floor brightened at the touch of her feet, it was as if sunlight was slowly creeping into the room. It looked quite majestic.

Apparently Viola didn't share his opinions. "Hey! Stop it. You're making the room look ugly."

Blaine snorted. "Please. That hideous colour didn't go well with the furniture."

"Oh yeah? Well, your sunflowers are making him sneeze," Viola retaliated, their voices rising as they continued to argue heatedly.

"You're just trying to destroy my life-"

"Look at little miss sunshine-"

"STOP!"

Fred finally bellowed, breathing heavily as he glared at the bickering girls.

"Would someone please just explain what's going on?"

They looked at each other and sighed simultaneously, taking turns to explain.

"You asked if anyone would help decorate your room-"

"-so we both came and chose a colour-"

"-but we obviously couldn't agree on one-"

"-so we figured we would let you decide!"

At the last word, they both gazed at him expectantly. He couldn't help but feel that this wasn't just about his bedroom.

"I...I...don't know... I like... both colours?"

Blaine shook her head, leaning over to him.

"You can only choose one."

Viola scooted even closer to him, whispering into his ear, "Choose wisely."

There was a moment of awkward silence as Fred stared at the girls, not knowing what to say.

Suddenly they both yelled at him in an annoying, mechanical voice, "Wakey wakey, time to wake up! Wakey wakey, time to wake up! Wak-"

And with a start, Fred scrambled from his bed, waiting for his heartbeat to stop running the marathon. A quick observation made him feel much better. His room was back at it's plain white colour, the clothes in his closet were multicolored, and no trees or sunflowers were to be found.

"Thank god..." he breathed out, grinning as he scrambled to get ready for school. But still a sense of uncertainty stuck to him as he climbed into the car, watching the houses and gardens blur past him.

It was a very long day, but when Fred went to bed that evening, he could have sworn that there was a faint scent of lavender still left on his pillow.

Sooner or later, he would have to choose.

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a/n: this was quite fun to write. i like blaine and viola very much.