"It's so.......pink."
"And what about it? You have a problem?"
"No! You just don't seem like the type to like the color pink."
We were inside of my old room.
The walls were pastel pink, the ceiling a light blue.
I had a white carpet, along with a queen sized bed that had a pink comforter and pink pillows on it.
I also had a white dresser beside it, and a pink closet beside that.
With the icing on top, a white framed window on the other side of my bed, with pink curtains.
I had a lot of fucking pink ok!
"It was my favorite color back then."
"You lived with your grandmother?"
I glared at him.
"Didn't I ask you specifically not to ask me personal questions?"
His eyes went wide.
"I didn't mean-"
"Shut the fuck up. I'm telling you because I want to. You don't ask the questions around here though, got it?"
"Uh, yeah."
"I lived with my mother and father. Sometimes I would visit my grandmother for long periods of time, and because of that my grandmother gave me my own room. Which is this. My favorite color used to always be pink or red, so I got pink everything here, and red everything at my own house."
"Oh, that makes sense."
I nod, feeling the need to tell him that he looks pretty even though I couldn't fucking see him.
"Does that mean you like the col.........."
I raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't I say you don't ask the questions? And what the fuck are you even saying?"
"May I be aloud to ask this one question? Please? Just on."
I stare at him skeptically.
Fuck.
"Ten seconds."
"Uh, well, do you like the color of-of blood."
My heart rate picked up.
I suddenly felt the blood in my veins, flowing through my fingertips and arms.
I stared at him blankly, bitting my lip.
"What kind of fucking question is that? In what context? If you want to know I'm not a killer or a masochist."
"I didn't say that."
I continued to stare at him, suddenly angry.
"I like the actual color, I don't like blood. I don't know what kind of double meaning shit you're trying to pull, but it won't work."
He looks away from me.
"Your room is across the hall."
He stands up, turning around.
He grabs the door handle and turns it, walking out, shutting the door behind him.
I gasped.
My heart was racing.
I grasped my hair in between my hands.
Fuck!
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