Disclaimer: I'm not that girl
A/N: This is my first venture into the Hairspray section – so please bear with me
Summary: He is black. I am white. But here there are no boundaries, no separations.
We Are One
He touches my hand and guides it in front of our faces. I stare at the two colours before me, black and white. The TV is black and white. We are black and white. Two opposites, we come from different worlds.
He spreads his fingers, and I spread mine. He lifts our hands higher. I follow them with my eyes, raising my head as my arm stretches above me. Transfixed by the sight, I do not notice his other hand reach out until it touches my cheek. I smile and tip my head to one side, glancing across at him. He smiles at me too, but his eyes are cold. His eyes are cold and brown.
He looks away, and my blue eyes follow. I want to ask him what is wrong, but I know what it is. He hates that he is the reason that many in society ignore me, shun me. He hates that because of him, despite the fact that kids accept us; adults will refuse to serve me in shops if I am with him. But I love him. And I don't care what happens, as long as I have him.
His eyes return to mine, and this time they are warm and filled with love. Our hands drop, and he takes my white hand in his own. He squeezes gently. I return it, and we settle quietly on the couch. The couch is black and sleek; red cushions the only colour on it, reflecting the bright, happy atmosphere in this house. I love his house, everyone welcomes me here. I don't feel like an outcast from my own… well, my own "kind."
I used to always watch the black kids playing near my house. They were never allowed in my district because they were the wrong colour, the wrong everything. But I would also watch them, and I would wish I could join them. Now I have.
I sit with my head resting on his shoulder. His mom is far away from here, out with his sister. We're alone in the house, cuddled up together. He is warm. I am cold. He is black. I am white. But here there are no boundaries, no separations. I am welcome here. I feel his warmth flow through me, and I am hot and I am cold. Similarly, here I am not white and he is not black. We are one.