Mysteria: I don't own anything. But this story. Can anyone tell me where that muffin went? I just saw it last month. . .
Purple.
"What's your favorite colour?" Charlene asked Maybeck one day.
They where at Crazy Glaze, and Maybeck was drawing.
He looked up now, and said, "well, if I had to pick one, it would be blue."
Charlene glanced at him. "Why?"
Maybeck smiled. "I'll show you."
* * *
He took her to he park, and told her to lay down.
He pointed to the sky. "I like blue because it has so many shades, and all those shades have different emotions."
Charlene looked at him, "emotions?" She asked.
Maybeck nodded, "like your eyes. The colour is soft and pretty, and a rare shade. It's. . . You." Maybeck smiled.
Charlene blushed. "You think I'm pretty?"
"Everyone thinks you're pretty."
Charlene giggled.
Maybeck continued, "the sky's blue is this hard to master, hard to reach, a dreamy shade. It makes you want to try."
Charlene said, "try what?"
Maybeck shrugged, "whatever you need to try."
A faint song-Kiss The Girl, maybe?-reached their ears.
"What about the midnight blue?" Charlene said, now intrigued.
"Night blue." Maybeck said, "I think that's my favorite."
(A/N. No, it's MY favorite blue.)
"It's mysterious, and calm. It seems to hold so many secrets. Out of all the blues, I'm pretty sure that one's very, very hard to perfect. It's a happy colour, too, in a funny way."
Charlene laughed.
"It's. . . Different." Maybeck finished.
Charlene stood up. Maybeck stood as well.
"What's your favorite colour?" Maybeck asked.
Charlene said, "red."
"Why?"
"It's happy and jumpy and romantic." Charlene replied.
Maybeck said, "romantic?"
"Yep."
Maybeck rolled his eyes.
"You like someone?" Charlene asked.
Maybeck decided to be honest. "Yep. You?"
"Yes."
She was looking right at him.
* * *
A few days after that one, they were going to the park.
Maybeck said, "who do you like?"
Charlene stopped walking, "why do you care?"
Maybeck shrugged. "I'll tell you if you tell me."
"Um. . . He likes the colour blue."
Maybeck rolled his eyes. "She likes red."
"People call him M-" Charlene didn't finish.
Maybeck was kissing her.
They pulled apart, and Charlene said, "Maybeck. His name's Maybeck."
Maybeck smiled. "Blue and red make purple."
Charlene laughed, "and purple is a colour of royalty."
And they were royal.
Royal love.
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Mysteria: I found my muffin. It was under my rug. . .
Anyway, please, no flames! I have no idea were this came from, I it just popped into my head.
Review, pleaze!