An Unimportant Colour:
Lynette:
I was thinking about my baby brother, Callum. He was so young, yet already there was a certain spark between him and the even younger Sephy. It was perfect. They were perfect. Could be perfect. Should be perfect. If they got the chance. I was sitting in a café sipping coffee thinking while thinking. I wasn't sure why I was drinking coffee when I wasn't a fan of coffee. Oh well, we live in a strange world, why try and be normal.
I looked up from the drink and around the café. There was an equal mix of noughts and Crosses, though none were together. There was only one other person sitting alone apart from me. A Cross man about the same age as me. I couldn't help but continue to look at him. He was really handsome. I had never really looked at a Cross twice before but this guy stood out from the rest. He had short light brown hair and soft features. His deep brown eyes were soft as well as I looked straight into them across the café…
Only then did I realise he was looking at me as well. I blushed involuntarily and looked away. He came over and slid into the seat opposite me.
'I noticed you looking at me' He said, his voice matching his image; soft, gentle and friendly.
I didn't have much experience with guys and the fact that he was a Cross made me even more nervous. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it was going to force its way out of my chest. Did that mean something? Or was it just nerves?
'I'm Jed' He told me.
'Lynny' I quickly corrected 'Lynette'
'It's nice to mean you Lynny-Lynette' said Jed with a cheeky smile and I couldn't help but laugh. 'You're not talking much' he observed. 'Which usually means one of two things: you're either blown away by my angelically good looks or you want me to go away. Am I right?'
There was something about the way Jed was speaking, he didn't sound arrogant like the words should've made him sound. I wondered if maybe he was trying to sound confident when really he wasn't. Oh come on, Lynette, I told myself, stop trying to psycho-analyse him. You don't know him and you're not a psychologist.
I looked at Jed and smiled 'Neither' I replied, partly just to see how he reacted. I wasn't sure about him, he seemed to nice, everything about him was so nice and friendly, but he was a Cross and I'm a nought. So what was he doing talking to me?'
'Neither?' Jed's horror was so obviously fake. In a normal voice he continued, 'Fair enough. So Lynny-Lynette what's a pretty girl like you doing out on your own?'
A pretty girl like me? Who was he kidding? I wasn't pretty, and even if I was Crosses didn't see noughts as pretty. Our skin is too light. And yet Jed didn't sound like he was lying. 'Drinking coffee' I replied with soft sarcasm.
Jed laughed 'Well ask a stupid question get a simple answer, I guess'
'That's what my Mum says' I said.
'Ah, we have something in common, my Mum says that too' said Jed.
He was a Cross. I was a nought. He was on the inside. I was on the outside. Yet this wasn't fake. It felt real. So real. But he's a Cross.
Jed looked at me sideways. 'Are you quiet because I'm a Cross?'
He couldn't have read my thoughts better if there had been an open books in front of him with them written on, yet he was so wrong.
'No' I denied. 'Yes. Sort of'
'Gee, girls are so complicated' said Jed. 'Do you want to explain or would you rather I just went?'
He was being so nice I couldn't just let him walk away. 'No stay' I said. 'It's just doesn't it bother you being seen with a nought? I'm sorry I just had to ask'
'It's fine' replied Jed. 'And no, it doesn't bother me in the slightest because Lynette I want to get to know you for you. Your skin colour, to me at least, doesn't make you less. You're beautiful, you seem smart and kind. Your skin colour doesn't matter. Not one bit. Does it to you?'
'No' I said quickly. 'Not at all. I just…just…'
'Needed to check' Jed finished for me. 'It's fine, really it is. No we know, we can start again'
'Hi. I'm Lynny. What's your name?' I said smiling.
'I'm Jed. Nice you meet you' he replied and we laughed.
I looked at Jed and Jed looked at me. Him looking deep into my grey eyes and my looking deep into his brown eyes. Simultaneously we moved forward and kissed across the table, both of us ignoring the comments people were undoubtedly making. After a couple of moments the kiss ended. As we leaned back against out chairs, it was like we were in unison as we both put a hand on the table in intertwined our fingers.
Black and white mixing and fitting perfectly tell me what I already knew, but what the rest of the world had yet to learn. The skin colour wasn't important. Not one bit.
A/N: I DID IT!!!! I WROTE A NON-DEPRESSING STORY ABOUT LYNNY!!!!!! THIS IS FOR LARLY, JUST TO PROVE I CAN WRITE NON-SAD NOUGHTS AND CROSSES STORIES! PLEASE R&R EVERYONE!