A/N- I love it when I have inspiration for a story at 2 AM and I'm just like 'oh man! I can't write it for like, 6 hours!' Then I finally get up and all that…Anyway, today's a busy day for me, so I decided to write the first chapter of these and get out of here. So, enjoy! I'm hoping this one is awesome. Also, this is NOT a racial story. I'll explain the use of terms at the end of this chapter. (Not to ruin it for you, that is.)
"So, what you're saying is," Ron started, "That naked mole rats can chew through like, anything?!"
"Yes, Ron. I looked it up. Even cement." Kim said, getting annoyed with the conversation.
Ron whistled, expressing his 'wow' attitude. Kim looked around. There were so many colorful people here. But many were also just like her.
"When do you think we'll get our colors, Ron?" Kim sighed longingly. She wondered what color her hair would be, how her skin would look, her eye color…
"Not sure, KP, but it doesn't matter!" He smiled widely, "Cause who cares, right? Some people go their whole lives without finding their colors!"
Kim made a face, "But I want to find mine…I don't want to live my life completely…empty."
Ron threw his hands behind his head and looked in other directions, noticing people in color everywhere. Holding hands, kissing, publicly displaying their affections. Before he knew it, Ron was sighing to himself as well. He, too, wanted to find his one and only. What would she be like?
"Ron? C'mon, don't you want a naco?" Kim asked, holding open the door to Bueno Nacho. Ron hurried inside, his stomach growling. Kim sat in their usual booth, with her head in her hands.
I want to fall in love… She thought to herself, staring at the fully colored couple a few booths away, Just like them.
"Shego! Get out here!"
"Whaaat? What what what WHAT?" Shego yelled, getting increasingly annoyed.
"You need to get out here and finish this stupid sketch!"
"Yeah, the drawing is stupid. It's pretty much hideously ugly too. I don't want to finish it. Toss it for all I care." Shego snorted. Her boss, Drakken, picked up the picture of himself.
"I don't think it's ugly…" He mumbled, before tucking it under his arm and stomping towards the colorless girl, "Don't put your feet on the desks! And don't you have work to do?"
"Actually, Bud, I'm on break. And nobody has called in with their request in a week. So, it's like you're paying me to sit here. Doy." She rolled her eyes at him. He scrunched up his face in anger, like how he always did.
"Grrahh!" He yelled, "Then get out of here! You're on vacation!"
"Fine by me! Later!" She grinned, and ran towards the door. As Shego walked to her car, she stared around her at all the colorful people. Man…a bunch of stupid romantics. All over the place. I hope I never find my damn color. She snorted to herself. The artist finally reached her black corvette, and sped off quickly. Her stomach began to growl as she drove. Sighing, she looked around for somewhere to eat. She passed a fast food restaurant.
Hm. Mexican sounds good. She parked in Bueno Nacho's parking lot, and headed inside.
"Ron…don't inhale your food. Can't you enjoy it?" Kim watched the boy eat as though he had been starved in his basement for 6 months.
"I am enjoying it. Just, y'know, quickly!" He barely got out in between bites. Kim laughed slightly to herself, before she heard the door to the restaurant open. She turned, thinking, Another couple? It's almost embarrassing how colorless I am… But her thoughts trailed off. It wasn't another couple at all, but a girl. Probably a few years older than Kim, she, too, was colorless. Kim watched her as she went up to the counter to order.
Wow…She's…pretty… Kim thought to herself as she watched the other girl.
Shego could feel somebody staring at her. It began to feel weird. She would've really liked to turn around and punch the creep in the face, that is, assuming that it's a boy. Shego grinned. If it's a girl staring at her…then, well, that's a completely different story. The colorless girl stood at the counter, waiting. She decided that while she waited, she'd turn to see who it was looking at her. Shego looked around, catching the eyes of a teenager, who was completely colorless, much like herself.
Heh. She's just a kid. What, like, 16? It's not too illegal, then. Shego smirked at her, before winking.
Kim was caught completely off guard by the flirtatious actions of the other girl. Kim sat back in her seat, trying to avoid eye contact.
"What's wrong KP?" Ron questioned.
"N…nothing." The colorless girl looked down, watching her hands.
"Okay, well, I need more Diablo sauce. So I'll be-are-be!" The teenage boy said, standing to go to the counter. Kim looked up to watch him leave, only to see the colorless girl coming towards her.
"Hey, Cupcake. Want to tell me your name?" She said, as she approached Kim.
"Not really. Want to get lost?"
"Hmm," Shego put a finger to her face as though she were deep in thought, "That's an awful mean thing to say to the person you were staring at. Now, c'mon, just tell me your name."
"What's yours?" Kim asked, wanting to leave.
"I'll tell you mine when you tell me yours." Shego promised to the teen.
"Sorry. I don't like bossy people. Why don't you leave before my, um, boyfriend comes back?" Kim lied quickly, getting a laugh from the taller girl.
"He's not your boyfriend."
"Why do you say that?"
"Neither of you have any color. True, it could just be another one of those emotionless, sexy relationships. Like the one's I have all the time," Shego threw in with a grin, "But I doubt it."
Kim glared at the young adult, angry that she saw through the ruse.
"I'm telling you to back off. Don't be so annoying."
"Most girls like it when I get…" She smiled, "Pushy. But for now, I actually should go. Assuming your friend is coming back and he's already wondering who I am. What a buffoon."
"Ron is NOT a buffoon!" Kim argued.
"Whatever, Princess. See ya!" Shego waved goodbye as she walked off.
"Who was that?" Ron asked as he sat down.
"I have no idea," Kim said, "But I already hate her. And I have a feeling I'm going to have to see her again."
Ron stared at the girl in wonder, but decided it best to shrug it off.
A/N- Okay people. For those of you who didn't completely get it, 'Finding your color' means 'Finding your one true love.' Picture a line art, like one you would see just before an artist has put any color into a drawing or painting. That's what the colorless look like. If they have no color, it literally means they have NO color on their bodies. Don't ask me how I thought of that, haha. Just thought it'd be a cool idea. Anyway, you'll get the next chapter in a day or two. Laters! -Zero