Chapter Two: Orange is for the Sparks
Orange is for the sparks that he felt when she was near. That thing in his heart that exploded whenever she brushed his hand, or when she spoke his name.
The sparks stopped him from talking normally. Around anybody else, he was ordinary enough, but when he was with her, the sparks would start flying in his stomach and throat. He started to splutter. They messed up his voice and his brain would shut down, leaving him with nothing to say. It made for awkward conversation.
Recently, when he came near her, her face turned bright red and she would start blabbering about the weather.
Maybe she felt the sparks too.
aaaa I should stop procrastinating. Any ideas for the rest of the colors would be much appreciated c: