Shades Of Blue

Prologue.

Cyan. 

Universe works in mysterious ways, he doesn't know how he always winds up at house parties even though he keeps tying a knot to himself of not going. Maybe his friends are way to persuasive that he'd like or maybe that girl keeps drawing him in. 

It's the same girl again. 

She's wearing a lilac dress which gracefully falls just above her knee, her midnight black hair are free, flowing down her shoulders unlike the last time when they were tied around in a tight bun. She's staring into nothing this time around again, like she did the last few times he spotted her at parties. 

How is she immune to the loud noises and grinding teenagers in front of her? he thinks as he watches. 

She doesn't move a muscle as she sits straight on the small couch, zoned out of the party and he'd be concerned about her breathing but even from a distance he can see the slow rise and drop of her chest signalling that she, in fact, is not dead. 

He notices how her face is devoid of any makeup and even in the dark light he can see it's dotted with millions of freckles.

He still doesn't understand why she sits so still and on edge like a ghost, it's almost slightly chilling to Cyan so he diverts his gaze to his drunk friend who slobbers on the kitchen counter top, his droll sticking to his cheek in the most disgusting way. 

His otherwise attractive friend is usually a mess after fourth drink. 

"Tanner, dude, you're disgusting." He wrinkles his nose as he helps him up. 

"I want to kill my self." Tanner croaks out, head dropping. 

Tanner is usually a really happy drunk so Cyan doesn't know what made him mope but ignores his friends protest and gets him off the stool. 

"He's smashed." A voice says above him and he looks up to see Beck staring down at Tanner and he immediately knows what's up. 

"You did something didn't you?" he narrows his eyes at Beck and he raises his hands in mock defense. 

"What-- me? Nah, that's all him." Beck says and he doesn't believe him. 

"It's always you." Cyan snaps. 

"Fine, but I just told him the truth, he was trying to come unto me." Beck replies whist helping Tanner stand up on his drunk feet. 

"You can go easy on him, you know how he gets." Cyan shoots a concerned look in his friends direction, the heartbreak is pretty clear on his face. 

Beck sighs in defeat, "I'll take him back home." 

Cyan looks up frowning, "You will? Why?" 

Beck rolls his eyes, "Because if he's hurt because of me, I want to make it up." 

"Beck? You like me?" Tanner looks up with glittery eyes at Beck and Cyan can see Beck is trying not to scowl.

"Yes, and we're going home." 

"Our home?" 

"Your home." Beck snaps and they both waddle off and Cyan watches them go with a frown on his face. He's always worried about his friends. 

Subconsciously his eyes turn to find the ghost girl again and to his surprise she's still sitting there! 

With a new found surge of confidence he darts in her direction but it dies down just as she looks up at him suddenly making him freeze. Her gaze is unsettling, like she's looking at him but it still makes him feel invisible. His stomach churns uncomfortably and his feet can't move. 

She does something he didn't she would, she smiles. 

Her pink lips turn into a wary tilted smile and he can feel his feet turning to jello. 

She's really pretty, he thinks. 

He manages to return the smile and takes a step ahead, daringly. 

"I'm Cyan." he says, even though he's not sure she's heard, she smiles a bit more signalling that she did hear him.

 "I'm Blue." She says over the music and her name resonates through him. 

"Are you okay?" He walks a bit near her so she can hear without the both of them raising their voice. Her smile is still bright and warm. 

"Yeah! I am, why'd you think I wasn't?" 

The fact that her demeanor changed from ghostly still to chirpy and warm was creepy but Cyan didn't know what made him take a seat beside her on the long couch. 

"Nothing, you seemed a bit odd is all, would you like a drink?" He offered, his eyes straying to her lips, exposed collar bones and millions of freckles that dotted her skin. 

"No," she looked down with a sigh, "And you should probably leave." 

His heart dropped abruptly at her words, not knowing how to handle the rejection he just stared kind of like he was punched in the gut. 

"Um, I-I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable..." he started before she started shaking her head. 

"It's not that. Cole doesn't like it when I talk to strangers." she cut him off shortly, her eyes wide, it throws Cyan off a bit. 

"Cole?" he asks hesitantly, shifting in his seat. 

Just as she is about to open her mouth and answer a guy comes up to them and Cyan startles when the same guy puts a hand on Blue's head. 

Cyan looks up to see the guy has dark hair, fringes falling in his green dewy eyes. 

"Cole!" Blue exclaims cheerfully, "This is Cole. He hates when I talk to strangers." 

This entire situation is giving him creeps, this girl who looks pretty much sixteen, talks like she's six and Cyan is positively nervous. 

"You are?" This Cole asks, meeting Cyan's eyes sharply. His mouth dries and he's confused as to what is happening. 

"I'm Cyan, nice to meet you?" he answers hesitantly. 

"Do you know Blue?" he asks, jaw set. 

"No? I-I was just making a conversation." He replies, stuttering. 

"She's taken, dick." He hisses, harshly gripping Blue's wrist, making her stand up, she stands up unquestioningly and they both walk away making Cyan questioned what just happened.