Summary: What do you get when you mix an emotionally volatile former wild child, her rockabilly brother, a socially inept grade grabber, the Rat Pack, and Mr. Popular himself? Life in Technicolor that's what.

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Prologue

Grey.

Everything was grey.

Light grey, dark grey, slate grey, dim grey. No matter what shade it took it didn't change the fact that it was still grey.

The entire world was painted in the same dull and indistinct tint. From the sky to the grass, the sun to the buildings, the cars to the people, all were the same monotonous grey.

All of it.

It was all I could see for miles around and I knew unquestionably that it would be the same anywhere I looked. No matter how hard I tried, even though I had no intentions of doing so, it would be the only color I would be able to see from now on. It was the only color I had been able to see since it happened. That wasn't about to change. It couldn't change. I didn't want it to change. I needed it to be like this. For now. Forever.

It never used to be like this though.

I used to see in color. I used to smell, hear, taste and touch in color too. I used to revel in color. I used to experience in color. I used to feel in color.

I used to live in color.

For me, color used to be everywhere. It was always so bright and loud and all encompassing. It permeated everything and was impossible to escape, not that I ever wanted to. It used to be so important to me, to us. I'm positive that nobody else was able to live in color the way that I did, the way that we did. It was synonymous with life and with living.

It was everything.

I never used to be able to imagine living in such a bleak world such as this one. One with no spark, no intensity, no vividness, no brilliance. The very thought of it used to terrify me. It used to be the stuff of my worst nightmares.

But not anymore.

Now I welcomed the grey. I wanted it be the only thing I could ever see. Now I could appreciate it and everything it conveyed.

Grey.

Such a simple word…but one that is wrought with connotations. Be they positive or negative it doesn't matter.

Because living in a grey world means that I don't ever have to be anything. I never have to do anything I don't want to, ever again.

Like think. Think about events that I can't change, about decisions I can't undo, about people I can't bring back to me no matter how much I want to, no need to.

Or listen. Listen to people talk, to people saying they understand, to people being so completely fake and obnoxious by saying that it wasn't my fault. It means I never have to listen to any of their lies again.

But above all else, grey means that I never have to feel again. Feel love, happiness, joy, anticipation, shock, anger, fear, sadness, hurt, pain. Such intense and all consuming pain. I never have to experience any of those wretched emotions again.

I am able to simply exist.

That's all I want to do. It's all I deserve to do. It's all I can do.

To live the rest of my existence in a grey world.

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