Spontanious Red Thoughts
Red. It had to be red. His colour professor had heard somewhere that males and females see the colour red differently, so now the whole class had to paint what they 'felt' red was, in order to compare and contrast.
Justin dropped his Magenta pastel on top of his current sketch and rubbed his good hand over his face. Massaging his frown lines and stiff mouth. It was time for a break. No one can stare at the colour red for 3 solid hours and not go nuts.
Sliding his chair back Justin stood and made his way to the kitchenette to raid Brian's fridge. When did this happen? When did his life get so, mechanical? Thinking back he could bearly remember the last time he was spontaneous about something. Everything he did had a reason, every action had an important outcome. Was he really just 19? He felt older then Brian.
This thought made him agrivated. Looking into Brian's fridge, at the bottle of water he was about to pull out, he got angry. Why did he have to grow up so fast? He wanted to spend a few hours in front of his playstation, that now belonged to Molly. He wanted to listen to his teen punk rock CD's that were at Daphne's, still in a box, untouched for months.
Briefly he wondered where his Gameboy was. Last he remembered he'd dropped it near the bed one time, when Brian had 'distracted' him. Closing the fridge door he went and looked under the bed. No, not there. The cleaning lady would have moved it years ago. Not giving up he searched around the bedroom.
Opening the closet, he searched with his hands along the bottom and across the shelves. Moving on he checked the drawers. The toy drawer, underwear drawer, socks, found it! It was in Brian's sock drawer, under the white ones he wears with sneakers while working out.
What's this? There's other stuff. Moving the white socks away he saw what lay beneath. A bracelet, picking it up he saw it was his friendship bracelet, the one Daphne bought him from a stall on Liberty Avenue. There was an old plastic wrist watch of his that had stopped working ages ago, he'd taken it of and forgotten about it. And an old inhaler of his that had passed it's prescription use by date.
It seemed if Justin wasn't going to mourn the premature end of his childhood then Brain would do it for him. Taking out his Gameboy he put the other stuff back and put the socks back in place. Closing the drawer he walked over to the stereo and turned the radio to the punk station.
With a little run up he landed on the bed with a thump and checked the battery's. They were still good so he turned it on and started playing tetras. A song popular when he was in high school came on. One he used to dance around his room to. Switching of the Gamboy Justin got up and started dance through the living area. Head banging to the guitars and jumping with the drums.
It was tiring, he was sweating before the song was half done. Pulling of his shirt in time he danced across the room and flung it onto the bed spinning towards the window.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Stopping, panting, Justin turned to see Brian standing next to the open loft door. Calm if slightly confused in his charcoal grey suit. Laughing Justin slid over on his socks to Brian and clutched him to his sweaty chest.
"Being spontaneous." He huffed, spinning Brian with him into the loft.
End