Me: (Giving this file a specific name so that my mother would never under any circumstances be tempted to open it.)
Next Day:
Mom: Hey, honey, what's this cute little story you wrote? Why are all the characters colors?
Me: O-ohh… it's just something my friend sent over, I just opened it here.
Mom: Really?
Me: Yeah.
(Mom Leaves)
Me: (Bangs head on the wall repeatedly.)
Blue's POV
"Honestly, Red, each day that I come here, you get quieter and quieter," I complain. I am at his cave up on Mt. Silver.
He's sitting on the floor. I'm leaning over him from the couch, and pouting. I'm not putting on a show this time—I really am annoyed.
He looks up at me, blank as ever. His scarlet eyes, however, seem to be questioning me. I roll over on the couch, then back, until I'm looking at his eyes again.
"You don't talk at all. You don't make a sound," I say.
He cocks his head. He looks so much like a child that I giggle, but he's still as expressionless as ever. Worse than that chick from Twilight. His eyes widen though, and that just makes him more adorable.
I poke his nose. "C'mon, just one word. Is that so hard?" I ask.
He opens his mouth, pauses, then bites my finger.
"Ow!" I roll over and fall off the couch. Hard.
But fortunately (or unfortunately?) I fall into Red's lap.
"Ouch… Red, it's your fault!" I groan.
I look up straight into his eyes.
The sight I saw made me burst out laughing.
Red looks—I'm not lying—shocked. I think I'm one of the precious few people who's made him looked surprised. Like this one kid, who fell from a tree right at Red's feet, that really surprised him. And…oh, yeah, I'm off track.
I get up, still sitting on the floor. "Red, since you've already given yourself away, why not go the extra mile and say something?" I plead.
He shocks me this time by showing a different emotion; determination not to speak. He shakes his head and crosses his arms. His message is clear. I'm not talking.
"Give me one good reason," I say.
He rolls his eyes—sarcasm this time, wow. I snap my fingers. "Oh yeah, if you give me a reason, you'd have to talk," I remarked. I nodded understandingly, but of course I was being sarcastic too.
He points at me and then moves his hand in a circular motion beside his head. "Oh, now you're calling me crazy?" I ask. "Well, alright then, no more Mr. Nice Guy…"
"I thought you were a girl?"
…
Was there a ghost in here?
A ghost who sounded like Red?
Or did Green possibly come in here, and then mimic Red's voice, just so he could show off?
Or, even less likely, did Red just…talk?
"Red?"
I look at him.
He cocks his head again. He looks kind of defeated now. "Yeah?"
"Oh my God, Red…"
I can't help it. My eyes fill with tears. I hadn't meant to cry when this blessed day finally came. But, I guess… I missed his voice too much. I haven't heard it in three years.
"Ah! Blue! W-what's wrong?" he panics.
I smile, but I'm still crying.
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
I sigh. I'm elated. I don't know why I'm crying.
Red looks at me, concerned.
I cry harder. "Baka," I say, punching him lightly on the arm.
"Ah… ah…" mumbled Red. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No…it's just…"
This clearly emotional moment makes me realize something else.
…I… like Red. Okay, maybe I love him.
I wipe my eyes, and point at Red. "I…"
"Eh? What is it this time, Blue?" he asks.
He has little time to do anything but look shocked before I kiss him.