Aaron's POV
I withdrew a pink leather notebook from a box in the dusty attic. The attic is stored with memories of my childhood, my stuffed toy friends who casts off all the bad dreams, my first ever basketball, it's just nice to come up here once in a while to remind me who I am.
I looked at the notebook, and it naturally put a smile to my face, the notebook was entitled 'Colours', embroidered with colourful patterns that me and Emma put together, I still remember Emma telling me off for using the wrong colour, this was our memory book. Inside, there are drawings by me and Emma, we did it like a diary, but rather than expressing it in words, we expressed it by drawings and colours. She would come over to my house after school and we would draw down our memories.
I went to my bedroom and tucked the notebook safely in my backpack, sat down and thought about my date with Emma, does she really not remember me?
That night, I asked my mother about Emma, but her answer was
'Who is Emma?'
Emma's POV
After the shock of being asked out for the first time in my life, I hid myself under the pillow and screamed. That Aaron dude, why did he embarrass me in front of everybody, now I'm on all sorts of Gaming News Websites. I played video games not because it's fun or because I enjoy the fame of being good at it, I play it because it's my escape from reality. None of this was expected, and I hate the unexpected. Why is Aaron reaching so hard for me? What is it in me that attracts him? Ahhhhh...
Anyways, it's only just a coffee date, nothing big, at least it's not some cliche cinema date.. I'm prepared dump him anytime, I'm not ready of love. To be honest, I'm not ready for anything, definitely not school. This is going to be a disaster, what if I choke on my coffee? What is spat coffee all over his beautiful face? Argh... Boys are so hard to deal with.
I received a text from him just when I was in the midst of all the possible things that could go wrong
Aaron: Hey, are you free tomorrow? We can meet in the tiny coffee shop opposite the post office at 4. Look forward to our date ;)
Great, he's a playboy, I bet he's one of those cliche popular athletics boys in high school who always gets smooched by pretty cheerleaders. I can just imagine it.
Emma: Fine. See you then.
No smiley faces in the end, just to show him my 'affection'.
Aaron: Do you know that you acting cold makes me like you more? :)
I sneered, he wants me to fall for him, that's never happening in a million years. I turned off my phone, this boy is not worth my time, which I happen to have a lot of.
I opened my diary and wrote about today, the bizarre things I've experienced, being on stage and being cheered by strangers, this was definitely a breakout. Video Gaming knocked down the walls that I've been hiding behind for almost my whole life.
That night, my dreams flashed back to my childhood, a little boy with an unclear face was chasing me around, his hands full of paint.
'Come on Emma! paint with me!'
I don't remember this boy but I do remember the promise I made with him. I promised him that I would paint a picture of his dead mother for him if he won nationals in swimming.
Well, that's never going to happen now because I'm colourblind.
*Thank you for reading! This is also on wattpad if it's better to read that way
http://www.wattpad.com/myworks/43085217-colours
I withdrew a pink leather notebook from a box in the dusty attic. The attic is stored with memories of my childhood, my stuffed toy friends who casts off all the bad dreams, my first ever basketball, it's just nice to come up here once in a while to remind me who I am.
I looked at the notebook, and it naturally put a smile to my face, the notebook was entitled 'Colours', embroidered with colourful patterns that me and Emma put together, I still remember Emma telling me off for using the wrong colour, this was our memory book. Inside, there are drawings by me and Emma, we did it like a diary, but rather than expressing it in words, we expressed it by drawings and colours. She would come over to my house after school and we would draw down our memories.
I went to my bedroom and tucked the notebook safely in my backpack, sat down and thought about my date with Emma, does she really not remember me?
That night, I asked my mother about Emma, but her answer was
'Who is Emma?'
Emma's POV
After the shock of being asked out for the first time in my life, I hid myself under the pillow and screamed. That Aaron dude, why did he embarrass me in front of everybody, now I'm on all sorts of Gaming News Websites. I played video games not because it's fun or because I enjoy the fame of being good at it, I play it because it's my escape from reality. None of this was expected, and I hate the unexpected. Why is Aaron reaching so hard for me? What is it in me that attracts him? Ahhhhh...
Anyways, it's only just a coffee date, nothing big, at least it's not some cliche cinema date.. I'm prepared dump him anytime, I'm not ready of love. To be honest, I'm not ready for anything, definitely not school. This is going to be a disaster, what if I choke on my coffee? What is spat coffee all over his beautiful face? Argh... Boys are so hard to deal with.
I received a text from him just when I was in the midst of all the possible things that could go wrong
Aaron: Hey, are you free tomorrow? We can meet in the tiny coffee shop opposite the post office at 4. Look forward to our date ;)
Great, he's a playboy, I bet he's one of those cliche popular athletics boys in high school who always gets smooched by pretty cheerleaders. I can just imagine it.
Emma: Fine. See you then.
No smiley faces in the end, just to show him my 'affection'.
Aaron: Do you know that you acting cold makes me like you more? :)
I sneered, he wants me to fall for him, that's never happening in a million years. I turned off my phone, this boy is not worth my time, which I happen to have a lot of.
I opened my diary and wrote about today, the bizarre things I've experienced, being on stage and being cheered by strangers, this was definitely a breakout. Video Gaming knocked down the walls that I've been hiding behind for almost my whole life.
That night, my dreams flashed back to my childhood, a little boy with an unclear face was chasing me around, his hands full of paint.
'Come on Emma! paint with me!'
I don't remember this boy but I do remember the promise I made with him. I promised him that I would paint a picture of his dead mother for him if he won nationals in swimming.
Well, that's never going to happen now because I'm colourblind.
*Thank you for reading! This is also on wattpad if it's better to read that way
http://www.wattpad.com/myworks/43085217-colours
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