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Grey

The colour grey symbolized sophistication, coolness and balance. It was perfect for describing Bree, because no matter how she captivated she was, she never got overboard with expressing it. As a logical person, she strived to put her common sense first even when she was emotional. It was why a lot of people thought she was cool and collected, even if she had some internal turmoil going inside her. They liked to ask Bree for her unbiased opinion and a piece of clear mind, and Bree was happy to provide.

However, grey was also a dull colour, and dullness was what Bree despised the most.

Up to when she was fourteen, Bree's life had been fairly normal, and dare she call it, boring. She had normal parents, crazy sisters who screamed at boy bands, and normal friends. Bree began to grow restless from her standard life in an average suburb. She had learned about intriguing mysteries, dramatic scenes, and unexpected revelations from novels, but there was nothing in her life that could imitate them.

Bree knew she should be grateful that she was living in a place without war and conflict. And for that, she was grateful. But still, she wanted something exciting to happen. Maybe a mystery in her neighbourhood, or a strange kid staying next door. Heck, she would even take on a case of vanishing cupcakes from a PTA bake sale. Interesting things never happened, and that was why Bree loved reading so much. It could bring people to distant places, collect different experiences, and travel across the world while sitting on a chair in a room. Everytime she picked up a book, she would be transported from her normal, 'boring' world to a new world full of possibilities.

Bree knew she had done something right when she began to read Conner's stories. They were so imaginative and vivid; it was an eye-opener for Bree. They were fragments of magic spells about queens and sword fights and witches, pieced together by quirky and humorous writing. Conner's genre was vastly different from her preferred genre, but maybe that was why she found his stories so cute and interesting.

She also instinctively felt there was something up with Conner and his sister Alex. There was something special about them that Bree just couldn't put her hands on. Even though there was no logical evidence to this, Bree felt it in her bones, as if there was magic running through her veins.

Bree had never felt so sure of something with virtually nothing to support it. She became very invested in the Bailey twins mystery, but unlike the Book Huggers, she didn't show her interest openly. After all, she didn't want to seem like a creep.

Bree quietly observed, listened, collected information, but even though she could see a lot of slip ups in the twins' conversations, she didn't know what they were hiding. That only aroused her curiosity more, and Bree enjoyed every second of her trying to unravel the mystery like a roll of never-ending thread.

She had to thank the Bailey twins for giving her something interesting to think about. If they didn't have that mysterious aura surrounding them, Bree wondered if she would had died of boredom.

(She supposed crushes were interesting too.)

(Especially if said crush was involved in a mystery- of sorts.)

Bree had wanted to go to Germany to escape from her ordinary, grey life (okay, one of her other reasons was to spend time with a certain freckled boy). She desired something exciting, like splats of bright colour dotting her empty canvas. Little did she know she would stumble upon answers to a mystery that had been around her head for quite some time. When an opportunity for an adventure arose, Bree was powerless to refuse it, despite the wildness of potential dangers of it. A true adventure was something she had desperately longed for ever since she was kid.

It felt like a dream, traveling across European countries, visiting various picturesque spots, cracking dumb jokes with Conner, sharing fantastical stories. It felt like a real dream that Bree didn't want to wake up from.

Simple moments were somehow always the most memorable ones. Bree could still recall that moment when she was next to Conner on the train, as rain poured outside the window, the sky dreary and dull. Conner was laughing at something, and as Bree sneaked him a look, of his brilliant, colourful smile against the monochrome of the rainy sky-

Bree thought, I think I like him too much.

And she was falling too fast, too fast in a kaleidoscope of emotions and confused feelings and new mysteries, flashes of red-flushed cheeks and bright blue eyes spinning in front of her eyes.

This idiot, lovable idiot was what brought the splatters of colours into her grey life. He brought the excitement and new stories and something weird yet warm and fluttery Bree had never felt before.

And for the first time in quite a while, Bree was content.

Now, after her somewhat chaotic adventures with Conner, despite the fact that Bree loved every moment of it, she supposed it wasn't too good to go on adventures every second of the day. It would be tiring, and not to mention some ancient dragon could rise and kill everyone.

That plainess, that greyness, was okay now.

Even if she never got to experience an adventure for another time, even if she never got to see Conner again-

At least she still had her colourful memories.

Little bubbles of rainbow colour on her grey canvas for her to cherish.

A/N: *barges inside after a year and a half of not updating* Here's the promised bonus chapter! I'm really sorry for the delay, I intended to do it quickly but I procrastinated and kinda forgot about it… lol. If you're still reading this, kudos to you!

If some of you guys like ConnerXBree, please check out my fanfiction of them! It's called False Obsession Turned Real, which is basically my version of their whole story from the moment they met at school.

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