The Color Red
You stare at the wall, wondering what color it is. To you it's a dull gray with spots of a pastel blue from the sticky tack you've used to hang up posters. Beside you, your phone lays forgotten. It happens sometimes, where you zone off and try to muster up an image of red behind your closed eyes. No matter how many times your dad shows you the cake mix boxes or the icing he uses, you don't know what red looks like.
"Son?"
The voice startled you, snapping you out of your 'what's-red-look-like' daze. You slowly look away from the wall, hesitating as if it would suddenly change at any moment and reveal the color.
"There is cake downstairs."
"What color is it?"
"White icing with red trimming on it."
You fell silent, not responding verbally but nodding to let him know you might be down to actually eat some.
"Dad?" You speak after a few moments.
"Yes, son?"
"Tell me the color of the wall." Your voice was quieter than it had been.
"It's red, son."
You gave a small nod and closed your eyes again. Red. You just wanted to see what it would look like. Even if it had just been a glimpse of the color you would have adored it. Slowly standing up from your spot on the bed, you shuffled over to your computer, turning it on to see if any of your friends had emailed you. There was nothing new from when you had left last night. Would asking her about it help though? No. From the times that you had tried to talk about it, you got jealous because she had met her soulmate and saw the color she had been missing. You hadn't. And you wanted to more than anything.
"Red better be an amazing color."
You pulled on your thin blue jacket and swiped your keys off your desk. Maybe if you went to the prank store you wouldn't think about it. Your shoes made a tapping sound as you jogged down the stair and peeked into the kitchen for a mere moment.
"Dad, I'm going to the prank store."
"Don't you want some cake, son?"
"Save some for me for when I get back!" You called as you left the house and jogged to your car.
Yes, you were in a hurry. You were in a hurry to forget that you hadn't found your soulmate and that you hadn't seen the color red in sixteen years. Your car was an old 1995 Cutlass Supreme Convertible that had to have so much work done to it, you weren't going to give it up for a long time.
(=w=)
You pulled into the parking lot of the small store, parking next to a dull gray truck. Inwardly, you groan and cover your face. SO far this trip was not helping you forget at all and that was the worst part of it. First it was the wall. Then it was the cake. And now it was the truck next to you that had you more upset than you had been a moment ago.
Things can't get any worse than they already are. You thought to yourself as you stepped out of the car and stretched.
Of course, the world didn't have anything better to do than to make you want to scream. The prank store you had always gone to was no longer there. YOUR prank store. The one you bought most of your tricks from, was gone. In front of you at the moment was something entirely different. It was a music shop.
"They...but that was the only one in town." Your voice was quiet as you rubbed your face and trudged forward.
Now it was time for you to see why this place was so much better than the store you had come to love. When you stepped inside, you were greeted with a blast of cold air and music so loud it pulsed through the ground. A small chime sounded as you let the door close behind you. They style was still the same, that was for sure. Black and white checkered floor with grey walls that were lined with shelves upon shelves. They had crates on them now, which held CDs, DVDs, and Records. A small breath left you as you walked between the shelves.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi. Thank you for reading. This is a collaborative story with my friend who is writing Dave's POV. These go hand in hand so make sure to check it out at u/6826832/anniewhovian or just search annie whovian.
Bye - CGW
