Your name is Dave Strider and for your entire life you haven't been able to see the color blue.
No matter how hard you try, no matter how many different shades of blue your Bro pointed out to you, you just couldn't see it. Of course, in a world where no one can see the color of their soulmate's eyes, it wasn't uncommon. It annoyed the shit out of you, though. Blue is such a common eye color, anyone you meet could be your soulmate. But no, of course only one person you meet who has blue eyes could be your soulmate. And you haven't met them yet.
"Dave, we have to go!" Rose yells at you. Oh yeah, you had zoned out for a minute. You gave yourself a quick rundown. Favorite converse? Check. Jeans? Check. Favorite hoodie? Check. Shades? Check. All ready to go. You grab your backpack and head down the stairs, dodging your Bro as he tries to throw one of his weird-ass puppets at you. You learned to avoid those years ago. Rose is standing near the door waiting for you.
"You take longer than I do, and I wear makeup," She says, smirking at you. You ignore her and take your keys out of her hand.
"Rose, can we have a feelings jam real quick?" You say while you unlock your car. It's not a shitty car, but it's definitely nothing fancy. A bright red truck with two front seats, a space in the middle of the front that could serve as cup holders or another seat, and three back seats.
"Well, that's sudden, but of course. Feeling jams are what I specialize in, after all," She looks at you a little worriedly.
"What was it like, meeting Kanaya, seeing green for the first time?"
"Oh, that's what this is about. Well, seeing green for the first time was very startling, to say the least. Trees, the grass, bushes, so much green! If Kanaya hadn't been there, I probably would have fainted! And to think she had never seen purple before. Of course we were both taken away by the new colors, and I'm sure if the bell hadn't rang we probably would've stared at each other's eyes for an hour at least."
"Thanks, Rose. that totally helps," You say dryly. As you pull into your usual spot.
"I'm sorry Dave, it's hard to explain. You'll see, eventually." Rose replies sympathetically as she hops out of the car. You follow her into the school after locking the truck; sharing the same homeroom with your sister-like friend can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. It just gives her the chance to try to continue your feelings jam, which to you was over the moment you had stepped out of the truck.
You spend the period ignoring Rose and doodling in your notebook. Nothing too special, just some more Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff. Not like your notebook wasn't already full of them. Right before the bell rings you sign your customary signature and add the url to your blog and your pesterchum. That way if you ever lost the notebook it could be easily returned.
As you dart out of the classroom and away from Rose your eyes wander the crowd of teens as they make their way to their classes. You find yourself browsing the eyes of everyone, trying to find anything that could be the color you've pondered over your entire sixteen years of life. Blue.
You've been told it's the color of the sky. All the sky has ever looked to you is a dull grey. Your Bro had even once brought you at least 50 different paint swatches. He had told you they were all blue, but you told him that even though you can't see blue you weren't blind, it was obvious he was trying to bullshit you at least a little. At that point he did fess up to a couple of them being gray swatches, but he did truly pick up some blue swatches. You never told anyone, but you took some of those blue swatches and hung them up in your closet. no matter how many times you stared at them, even with your shades off, all that they looked was grey.
As you come out of your blue daze, you decide that what you need at the moment is some fresh air. You quickly make your way unseen to the front doors and step out. You hurry through the bushes to your favorite spot at this hellhole of a school. It's a giant weeping willow, hidden from the rest of the world. You climb up a couple branches and stare up at the grey sky, wondering how in the world would you ever find your soulmate?
A/N: Hi! Thank you for reading! This is a collaborative story with my friend, who is writing from John's P.O.V. These go hand in hand so make sure to check it out at u/6912488/ or just search coldgardenwhispers.
Ciao for Now!
~Annie Whovian