COLORS

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The color surrounding you in the club, was striking, to say the least. It looked like a flame dancing with you. When you spun, it followed closely behind. Your fiery passion was emanating from you. It was seen by everyone and you didn't mind. You let yourself go that night. With some catchy electronic song bouncing the speakers in the soundtrack to your life. You felt the music. With more feeling than most. It was captivating. When you saw me across the club and invited me over to dance, I couldn't help but be enamored with your beauty and grace. Even if you were sweaty and drunk and your curly hair was all over the place. My friends were off doing their own thing and I saw you and I know that you saw me. I know because you came over and I bought you a drink, even though I was underage. We talked and joked and enjoyed each other's company like normal people.

My friends left before me and at the end of the night, I got on the subway and you were there, too. You were everywhere I looked and it scared the shit out of me while also giving me this excited feeling. It felt like skydiving. Scary and beautiful and thrilling and more. I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing. Like an idiot. Someone saw you and said something I remember vividly. "Fag." He pushed you off the seat and justified it by saying that he was doing some good by cleaning the scum off the subway. You saw me and I saw you and they saw us, but not together, never together. And I think back to then and I think that if I could change what happened, I would've stood up for you. But, I didn't know what I do now and nothing could change that. I didn't know what I know now, but I knew your name, face, and voice.

You were an amazing guy I met. Your name was Malu and your voice was deep and rich, like chocolate. And just like chocolate, you melted next to me and told me about how you came from Hawaii and you were studying at The Julliard School and I told you that you must be a musical genius and you laughed and said you weren't, but you couldn't fool me. I saw you feel the music. Unlike anyone I'd ever met before. You said that you sang and played guitar and made your own music and you wanted to be a musician. I smiled and said "That's cool." I ran from your question of "What are you doing with your life?" and "Do you have a girlfriend?" like the coward I was.

I was a cowardly boy you met and you can say I wasn't, but I was. My name is Aris and I was seventeen, but you thought I was nineteen, like you. I avoided any questions about me and you stayed. I don't know why, but you did. I avoided questions, just like how I avoided confronting the man on the subway. Or even myself, with the inevitable answer which was that I was smitten. And I did nothing to help or stop what that man called you and spouted out of his disgusting mouth. I did nothing and I regret it every day of my life.

You were the amazing Hawaiian, musical genius Malu and I was the cowardly, lying Aris. You were like fire. Bright and entrancing and I was like water, hard to catch and a reflection of something else.

And just like water does to fire, I feared what I would do to you. I didn't want to drag you down and put out the fire in your genius. 

I avoided and you kept burning.

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Hey guys! This is probably my most inspired story I've ever tried to write. To be honest, I have like ten other stories I tried to write, but never finished. I was a thirteen year old and I sucked. I probably still do, but at least now I have inspiration to write this story. It's loosely based off the movie 'Freak Show' and the dynamics of some of the characters from 'IT' because I was genuinely terrified to watch the movie, but I finally did after years of putting it off and I loved it. I'm still terrified of drains and gutters and clowns, but at least I have some closure about the movie and its symbolism in more than just the horror community. I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I hope I'll enjoy writing it. Just don't expect updates too often cause I'm in marching band and AP classes this year. Yay junior year... Anyways, that's all I got.

SONG: She Don't Dance by Everyone You Know