Heh heh…hi….PLEASE DON'T HATE ME! I know it's been like four months….but….idk…hi…

So anyways, I'm updating again…I was messaging some friends yesterday on Facebook and they were talking about how they had to update a fanfic that they were collaborating on. And I was sitting there feeling really crappie cause it's been so long. So eventually I was reading the most recent reviews and I was reading Queen Mongoose's and then I said "You know what, self? No more stupid excuses about having no ideas. You're going to update your story even if it kills you." So here I am.

Colors

As Daphne roamed about, taking in the many couples around her, she decided that couples each had a… a color. Each pair could be represented by an aura that surrounded them. Strange in a way, but come on, this is Daphne's mind we're talking about.

And not just a cliché red for romance, but many other colors. The entire rainbow!

For example, Puck and Sabrina were green. Green for his hoody, and his eyes, and for the fact that Moth's jealousy never got in between them. Green for the dye that Puck bought especially for Sabrina and green for the cover of the leather bound journal that she wrote in every night. Green for the feeling Puck got when he crashed his true love's wedding. And green for the huge emerald that sat atop Sabrina's engagement ring.

Jake and Briar were blue. Blue for the bouncing baby boy that could have been. Blue for blue birds that would sing along as she strolled in the forest. Blue for the fresh blueberries she would use to bake her scones and muffins. Blue for the dejection Jake felt when she passed away. Blue for the rain that washed down over him and blue for the skies afterwards. Blue for the tears he wept.

Though she had never met her grandpa, Relda and Basil had always seemed…orange. Orange for Relda's fiery hair and fiery personality. Orange for the fast pace the couple had toured the world, shortly after meeting. Orange for the first meal she had cooked him, complete with orange emu egg waffles and the steaming duck broth syrup. And orange for the single orange zinnia Relda placed on Basil's grave, every year on the day he died.

Pink. A cliché color that suited Hamstead and Bess perfectly. For pink was her favorite color and she always managed to wear a touch of pink every day. And who could forget the amazing blush on Hamstead's cheeks every time he was complimented by Bess. Pink for her growing affection. Pink for the little girl that was born, she was daddy's little girl and he loved her so much. And lastly, he's a pig and pigs are pink…so…

Daphne smiled to herself as she though. She was single now, but maybe, just maybe, one day in the future, someone would look at her and her boyfriend and think, "Purple…those two are definitely purple."

Monster: Wow. Just wow. It has been so long

Me: Shut up