"I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we're from the same star." – Emery Allen

Lance McClain never really considered what was going on around him, to him everything around him looked dull. But why did everything looked so dull to him, well the only colors he sees are black and white, that's how it has been throughout his whole life.

Ever since as a child, he wondered what kind of color the sun has, what kind of appearance the grass is or the ocean. He would always ask his mother those questions and she would simply respond, "You'll see someday."

But when will that day come?

Here he was right now in class sitting in his seat, in the back of the classroom on the right-hand side of the corner just gazing out at the window. Right now everyone is reading a sonnet about love.

Love. That never really caught Lance attention. His thought about love was that everyone will find that particular person to share their passions and growth with, overcome difficult situations and other crap that he didn't care about.

"Lance."

Love. One thing he could never really understand. Sure he loves his mom, and his two best friends, but the intense feeling for another person was probably never going to happen. He had trust issues mostly it's his father's fault.

Lance wasn't raised with a silver spoon in his mouth, ever since Lance was a little kid his father would come home drunk and start yelling and throwing things at his mom. After the scene Lance will always sneak over to his mom and ask if she was alright, she would shake it off and put him to bed, sometimes at night, Lance would even hear her crying from the other room at night.

"Lance…"

Where is his father right now, well he doesn't even know. He and his mother packed up all their stuff and ran off while his father was still at work and they never looked back. They went over to the next town and settled down and restarted their new life.

"Lance!"

Lance blinked a couple of times, suddenly realizing that it was his turn to read. He had two option at this point, he can play the dumb card like he always does or just simply ask what line they were on which was the smart way out.

"You don't even know what line we're on." His teacher stated, Lance nervously nodded his head and sighed in shame, once the teacher told him what stanza they're on Lance stood up and picked up the small old book and read a couple of lines.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May," Out of all poets they have talked about in this class, of course, the teacher had to pick Shakespeare.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

"And summer's lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines," Once he was going to continue on a boy much like his age walked inside the classroom. He was short, well not that short, he had a fucking mullet but the thing that threw you off importantly was his eyes.

Lance McClain never really cared what was going on around him, to him everything around him looked dull. The only colors he sees are black and white, that's how it has been throughout his whole.

Till now that is.