The Colour of Me

"What would you tell someone about your first love?"

"All I'm saying is, if we had an extra day of weekend, we would all conform to this place with a much better attitude." This was an argument Nina had been trying to gain support for for going on six months now and to this day, she'd yet to find anyone actually disagreeing with her...but that didn't mean she had anyone backing her either.

In truth, we were all kind of just resolved in the fact that we would be hearing this for some time until she found something else to obsess over. She had a knack for doing that.

"Shut up, idiot," Harmony scoffed, not shy to knock Nina upside the head despite her taller stature. "You're a fool."

"I wish you two would go one day without physical violence." Ellie released a dejected sigh, looking to me for support I just couldn't offer her. These two were a constant problem I don't think we'd ever solve and I had come to accept that.

"Impossible," Nina scoffed, shooting a glare towards Harmony and to any outsider, it would look like the pair hated each other but we knew better.

We were a close-knit friendship group, we'd grown up together and somehow found a way to work through all our differences as we grew. I mean, Nina wasn't always such a loud-mouth; there was a time she was actually the shyest amongst us whereas Ellie had been the outspoken one. The pair had switched roles as we grew. They'd also traded heights, Ellie having always been the tallest between us until a couple of years ago when Nina shot up. Harmony was still the same observant, dismissive girl she had always been but now she had a tendency to switch up the colour of her hair every second week.

Nina gave her hell for it most days, complaining about how she was ruining her hair and she'd be bald by the time we all reached the golden age of sixty. Of course this led to an argument that I always tuned out of but Ellie simply couldn't distance herself from their pointless arguing and always found herself as a mediator. 

"Heads up, Vera," Nina caught my attention instantly and I looked to her with eager eyes. "The Scarlet Witch is heading your way."

And that was Nina's lovely way of referring to my girlfriend; Quinn Lowden. There was a reason for the nickname and I'd even go as far as to say it was warranted; Quinn was...cold. She was a girl that didn't speak much and when she did, it was usually nothing pleasant. She'd always been distant with my friends and more often than not I'd have to plead with Nina and Ellie through my eyes not to say a word around Quinn.

She was also nicknamed due to her fiery red hair that haloed her porcelain pale face. 

But here's the thing; with me...she was soft. With me, Quinn was kind and warm and she was protective. She held me and it felt like...summer. Like the actual season. Like I'm bathing under the sun after stepping out from the ocean. With me...Quinn wasn't the Scarlet Witch, with me, Quinn was herself. She was undeniably herself.

I turned to watch her make her way over, the confidence in her strides left something to envy. She was beautiful, this was something that no one could argue. She stood a few inches taller than me, so perhaps at five foot six and she always decked herself out in leather. She rode a motorcycle, something my parents still couldn't approve of despite the two years they'd had to get used to it. She had a smile that pretty much spelled trouble but at the same time, I know a lot of people at the school would kill to have it directed at them. But that's the thing; that was my smile. 

"Morning gorgeous," She leaned down with ease and pressed a soft peck to my lips, her cinnamon scent engulfing me completely and leaving me slightly lightheaded. This was an effect she still had on me two years after we initially got together. Her eyes scanned my friends, losing that sultry look and averting back to the usual bored gaze. "Lemmings." That was her greeting for them...always.