Creative «m•g•c»

" she talked to me Calum " Michael replied with a sigh, flashing back to the exact moment she spoke to him.

" what did you say? " Calum asked, surprised he had human contact with someone not in his friend group.

" well..nothing.. "

" nothing? Mike you're so quiet, speak up " his friend hit him on the shoulder playfully.

The words hurt him more than the physical contact " I'm not quiet, I'm just creative " Michael defended himself.

" what's that supposed to mean? "

" I've got a loud mind and a quiet voice " Michael answered as vivid colors swirled around his head depicting his favorite moment of the day, when she noticed him.