Love Has a Color

Chick Flicks and Cheese Pizza

This week went by in the blink of an eye. I feel like I got no work done, between Asher and his distracting face and Violet and her constant nagging to get more work done. Really, if she were to leave me alone to do the work rather than continue to interrupt to "make sure I'm moving fast enough," I would get way more done.

Right now though, I'm not doing any work. I'm not doing anything, actually. It's a Saturday night and I'm at home, alone, in pajamas. I was planning on asking Asher to do something, but he has some meeting to go to which means he's off the table for the night. I roll off the couch and shuffle to the bathroom.

I dig through the drawer and find the clay mask I bought a few weeks ago, which has yet to be used. I mix the powder with some apple cider vinegar per the instructions, and start spreading the pungent green paste onto my face. When finished I pull my hair comfortably into a ponytail and retreat back to the couch to call Violet.

"Hey, girl! What's up?"

"I'm just laying on the couch, doing some face mask. What are you doing? There's a new show I've been recording that's all set up on the DVR. Want to come marathon it with me?" I flip over so that my feet are above my head, resting on the back of the couch. I stare at the bare white ceiling in silence as I wait for her response, which takes a little longer than expected.

"Um, yeah that sounds great. But, maybe another night? I'm actually a little busy here."

"What?" I ask, shocked.

"Hey, don't sound so surprised! Sometimes I do things!" She argues. I just let her response linger, sitting in silence and disagreement. "Okay, maybe a little less than sometimes. But, tonight I actually am busy."

"Okay, doing what?"

"I'm uh, moving things. For my...dog. She doesn't like small spaces."

"Blueberry hardly moves, she's like twelve. She loves small spaces." Why is she acting weird?

"Oh she just knocked down the lamp! Gotta go, have a good night see you Monday!"

Okay, even weirder. I groan in frustration at her obvious lie, but ultimately decide that I can't force her to tell me something she doesn't want to tell me. I flip upright in my seat a little too quickly, sending the blood rushing straight to my head. Trying to get the stars to leave my eyes, I blink and rub my eyes carefully avoiding the clay mask while making my way to the kitchen.

The second I open the refrigerator door I hear the doorbell ring. Who the hell is that? Without thinking about my appearance, I run to the door and grab the handle. Then, I realize I'm being thoughtless and check the peephole before swinging the door open. "What are you doing here?" I ask.

The glacier eyes in front of me glisten in the moonlight as his expression contorts into one of confusion. "Should I leave?"

To assure Asher that he can stay, I make an expression of haste which tugs painfully at the drying clay reminding me that I look like an ogre in front of this adonis. "Ouch!" I exclaim, reaching to hold my face. "Sorry, yes! Stay! Come in, I'm going to take this off." Good Lord, Scarlett, could you be anymore embarrassing?

I turn to run to the bathroom, but not before catching his amused smile and a little dimple in his left cheek that I've yet to notice. I contain the tiny squeal I feel compelled to let out, and sprint to remove this mask.

I rinse the remainder of dry clay from my face and dab it dry. I look in the mirror at my now red skin, soaking in the messy bun and baggy pajamas on my body. The thought of running to change clothes crosses my mind and I even make a move towards my bedroom when I hear Asher from the other room.