Grey skies. Grey grass. White sun. Black street. Silver pond. Full life. No color. Matthew was used to this. He used to long for excitement, to yearn for the color that others in happy relationships always seemed to talk about. He had grown out of his foolish dream when his mother died, leaving his father in the black and white monotone again. He was simply sad, like the boring life around him. He looked all around, at the couple happily sipping a smoothie, at the couple making out on the bench. He saw them laugh and smile, and he felt sad. He was sad, as was fitting to his grey life.
But one day, color joined him. His color came in the form of a man named Gilbert. He was unaware of it, until he saw the spark of red from his eyes- red, so bright it almost shone through the night. So ferocious, but he thought their owner didn't know the color he saw emanating from those ruby eyes of his.
The Canadian was walking down the street. He needed a job, a way to make a living. He had a backpack on his back with his resume and stuffed polar bear slung on his back. He was on the hunt, patrolling the busy streets of his city for the large "Help Wanted" signs in black text through gray windows on white paper.
Each time he was brought back for an interview, the person working the desk would deny such appointment, or say that they never even spoke to some "Mathew Williams". This simply made him more sad. An office building or even fast food restaurant couldn't take twenty minutes of their day to interview one enthusiastic worker, however shy.
Matthew was so close to giving up, to just say 'SCREW IT!' And live in his father's basement the rest of his life, on his own. No one wanted him for a job, anyway. They wouldn't bother to remember the appointments he had made, much less give him a job. But all that changed when the flash of red caught his eye. He refused to give up hope when the first flash of something that wasn't grayscale made it into his line of sight.
He had been on what had become a regular walk through the city. He browsed every shop window for a 'HELP WANTED' sign, and applying anywhere there was one. At this point he wasn't too picky where he worked so long as he had a job. He was in one of the multiple Starbucks around, when he spotted another guy most likely doing the same thing.
He looked slightly off. His hair was white. Not white that was the grayscale equivalent of blonde, but WHITE. Pure, actual white hair. He wore a black t-shirt, bearing the logo of a rock band. He didn't make the best first impression, with what seemed to be many piercing holes in one ear, and the large possibility of a tattoo on his pale, pale skin beneath the black t-shirt.
What was the most shocking about this punk appearance wasn't the piercings or the band t-shirt, but his eyes. A rectangular, narrow set style, with the most shocking color ever. Yes, COLOR. The first Matthew had ever seen. They were shocking, bright, and unforgettable.
Matthew wanted to run up and hug the guy. He wanted to get to know him, and go on dates with him, and do everything with this intimidating man. But his shyness held him back. The guy hadn't even turned around, hadn't seen him. Matthew genuinely wished for him to turn around. He didn't want to mess up this guy's chance of getting the job. Especially if he managed to get a job as well.
Soon, the manager the guy was speaking to handed him a few papers and bid him what looked like a farewell. The guy turned around, spotted Matthew, and ran as fast as he could to the Canadian.
"ICH MEIN GOTT!" were the first words out of the guy's mouth when his shocking red eyes landed on the timid Canadian. Was that GERMAN? Matthew thought. Then Matthew thought something else. Does this mean I'm GAY? The guy apparently didn't have the timidness Matthew did. The guy ran up to Matthew and picked him up in a hug. The world around the two guys burst into color. Simultaneously, they gasped. The manager, still at the counter, seemed to have a general idea of what was going on. "How could someone as awesome as me's soulmate be someone as timid looking as you?" he asked. Matthew silently noted the thick German accent.
"Well…," Matthew started, "The colors never have been wrong before, have they?" He looked around in awe at the dark greens of the coffee shop. He laughed at the outfits that didn't match. These people clearly hadn't seen their first color. He looked at his own hoodie and jeans. The hoodie was almost the same color of the guy in front of him's eyes. The jeans were a light blue, with worn knees. He looked back into the red eyes of the man in front of him. "I'd love to get to know you and all," he said, "but I really do need to put in a job application here."
The guy looked a little let down, sighing and slumping his shoulders. "I suppose the awesome me can wait," he said. "But first, at least let me know your name?"
Matthew shrugged. "Matthew. Matthew Williams," he said, then weaved around the guy to approach the manager still at the counter.
"First color?" she asked. She took the resume as Matthew handed it in. It had one former job on it, and that had lasted the duration of high school. Now, Matthew was out of school, and needed to save money for college. He was still a couple thousand short, including housing. Matthew simply nodded. "That guy will do you right."
Author's Note:
As this is my first fanfiction here, I really hope you enjoy. I'm not sure when I'll update, but since summer vacation has just begun, I will hopefully update weekly at the least. Please review, I'd love to know your opinions of my work! Hopefully this chapter doesn't feel too rushed. Thanks for reading!
Side note: Ich mein Gott- Oh my god