Colors

Crayon no. 1

Magenta

Today, I woke up again to the sound of my alarm clock, telling me that I should probably get up and get ready for work before my mother barges in my room again. I opened my eyes and started to get up.

I put on my slippers and walked to the mirror. I couldn't see anything but those dark bags under my eyes and my dark hair swaying to each and every direction possible. I try to fix it and for once in my life, it turned out how I wanted it to be.

Although this world is full of colors, my life has been nothing but dull. From the moment I knew about mom and dad's divorce up to my first, and I guess my last, heartbreak.

They say that colors only show when we feel such deep affection towards someone and our skins touch. The hue of our personalities, though often inside, shows outside when we feel in love.

However, I am not an alien to those things. In the age of 18, I have seen so many movies that showed colors. Colors that even though fake, still vivid. I remember my favorite romantic movie wherein they encountered each other and it took them time to know that they made their own Aurora Borealis. It was magical and at the same time, disgusting. I also experienced it myself long ago. I didn't evwn know if it was real.

I have never been the type of girl who really wanted love. I never believed in any of those, to be honest. I never even had a boyfriend yet. Since my mother and father had their divorce, and I'm trapped in this place since my dad decided he wanted to go with his girlfriend, I never believed that love exists. True love isn't real.

I look at the clock and see that it was already 8:00 am. My summer job starts at 9 and I'm here contemplating about colors, which I always do since mom and dad's divorce. And also because of Scarlet who recently broken up with her boyfriend. I love her so much but I'm starting to think that there's a pea in her skull instead of a brain. She never considered what will happen next. She's the 'happy go lucky' type of person, and even though we both knew that we were the exact opposites, we still managed to be best friends. Besides from the fact that we have seen each other's faces longer than we could imagine, she was also the loveliest person I've ever met and the only one who understands me deeply.

I walked down the hall and to the kitchen area. My mother was sitting on our sofa with a bowl of cereal at hand. She's 40 now but she still acts like a teenager. In the best way though. I'm not afraid to tell her everything I've been through the day since it was only me and her now. Dad's left us for a reason I still can't accept and my older sister got married a couple of months ago.

"Hey, Magenta" my mom says to me while munching on her cereals and watching tv.

"Hi, mom."

"You going to the cafè?"

"Yes, mom." I still wonder why my mom would always ask that while in fact, she knows I do it everyday for almost 2 weeks now.

"Okay. There's bacon there and some eggs."

"Thanks, mom, but I'll go ahead now, I think I could use some coffee."

"There's also coffee there," she pauses, waiting for me to respond. I opened my mouth but said nothing. "But, okay, you take care, honey" she says to me while I walk out the door. It has been almost 2 weeks since I started working for my mother's best friend in her cafè. Aunt Topaz has been incredibly nice to me and I thank my mom for that.

"Good Morning, Magenta." Aunt Topaz smiles at me as she sees me walk inside the cafè.

"Good Morning, Aunt Topaz"

"Would you like some coffee?"

"Yes, I would" I smiled at her as she turns from me to make some coffee. She's one of the nicest people I've met.

I usually sit in a certain spot near the window pane but someone was already there.

It was a guy. He had dark hair that tossled everywhere. Like mine. He was reading our menu though when I entered, the cafè isn't even open yet. Vivid cafè usually opens at 10 and this guy is already here, isn't wearing any uniform and reading the menu.

He looks pretty familiar, though. Like I've seen him long ago. Long before he sat in my usual place.

I looked at him curiously, what could he  possibly be doing here?

Aunt Topaz now walks out of the kitchen with some pancakes and cofee at hand. She smiles at the guy and he looked up, smiled and nodded to Aunt Topaz but didn't even bother to see where she was heading.

"Why don't you sit down for a while, Magenta?" I asked myself the same question, why haven't I sat down?

"Oh, sorry, Aunt Topaz" I pause for a while, thinking of something else to say. I wanted to say that someone's already sat on my usual spot but that would be too rude. So I just settled myself in another booth.

I poured some honey on my pancake since that's what I always do, then I saw Aunt Topaz walking towards me together with the guy who sat on my usual spot.

He was quite tall, I could tell from seeing him with a corner of my eye. He's wearing a shirt and jeans. He's got a nice built and a handsome face. He was too dreamy not to look at.

When they were near enough, I looked up as if I haven't been watching him since the moment I entered. I smiled at them and Aunt Topaz started to introduce him.

"Magenta, I believe you've met my nephew, Burgundy" wait, what? Met?  "you two used to get along well when you were young. I just hope you get along now."

I remember now. He was a friend of mine years ago. We used to play in the sandbox backyard when Aunt Topaz and mom would talk about business. Wow. I never thought that the boy whom I used to play with could be this guy in front of me smiling like an angel.

"Hi, Magenta" Burgundy smiled, showing all of his white teeth as if they were all made of precious pearl.

"Hi" I replied shyly. I can't believe it. He was there. Standing in front of me. My first playmate. My first boy friend. My first heartbreak.