You're purple. A mixture of fire truck red- bright, bold, and demanding- and royal blue- serene and smooth. You're purple, a mixture of good and bad. Purple for your inner sass queen. You're beautiful and you're not afraid to own it (though sometimes you doubt yourself just a little bit).
If you're purple, a mix of loud and smooth, she's yellow. Yellow for her sunshine smile and her wavy honey blonde hair and her adorable nature. Yellow because she's gentle and fragile and sensitive, yellow for her odd little quirks. Yellow for her almost unfair cuteness. Yellow because she's always there for you, no matter what.
They compliment each other, yellow and purple. Naturally, you two would compliment each other as well. But she's head over heels for some random stranger, and you're just her roommate she sometimes goes to for crush advice that may not completely be over their last love interest.
"I love you". Telling yourself you're going to say these words to a crush is never easy- especially for the high school senior, Chelsea, who wanted to do one last thing. To say "I'm in love with you," to her crush, Olivia, Just once- it'd be okay if she didn't like her back, she'd hate herself if she didn't at least try.
Though at the last second, Chelsea's courage faltered and insecurity overcame her. "I love you" turned into an "I like you," instead.
But Olivia unfortunately confused 'I like you' for a declaration of friendship rather than a love confession.
Taking the situation as 'better than nothing', She figured that getting to know her first was fine- but with each passing day, she falls harder in love. Soon being rejected sounded more and more terrifying.
She swears, however, one day, she would muster up the courage to confess to Olivia properly- leaving no room for confusion.