Blue.

She was different, in a way that set her apart from anyone he had met in his life. Her deep brown eyes surrounded by bright blue locks made it almost impossible to fully look at her without fumbling over your words, and she had no idea she held that kind of power. She was a fighter, with an optimistic personality that aggravated him so, and yet it kept him hanging on her every word. He'd never admit that though, oh no, he would never let his guard down long enough for her to know. At least, that's what he told himself.

He made her anxious, always waiting to see what he'll do or say next. She would never get to know him, and although a big part of her was glad for that, there was a small part that desperately wanted to. He was just the redneck with the crossbow, and she was the blue haired freak.