There are words in the text before me, but I can't read them.

I'll never know why everyone else likes study hall. Grey, blue, white... too much white. It's plain boring to me. Nothing to look at except everyone else trying to hide the fact that they are whispering while the study hall teacher grades papers too annoyed by the dead-end that's become his life to care what's going on. White floor, grey walls, blue chairs, white and brown desks, white and brown everything.

The grey was there because it was all supposed to be dull. Grey was a subduing color. They controlled you by surrounding you in gray. No one else looked as bored as me. They all had something to do, read, or talk to.

I pulled at the sleeves of my blue sweater. I was alone and wrapped in loneliness. No one to whispers too and break the rule with. A textbook I couldn't read. Just me all alone in my blue sweater at my blue table.

The white on the walls and the floor and the desks make you think of how good and clean the place was. Clean and good. That's why there was so much of it. It meant what was right and they were trying to white wash our brains in school.

I played with my white gum. I was bored where I sat. When people chew gum it makes the backs of their necks look like fish scales breathing in and out. I wondered if that happened to my neck. Why was everyone wearing white?

My mind was too hazy to debate on the color when I looked around the room and saw him. Red hooded shirt, black jeans, silver necklace. He was someone new... Maybe someone with a new hair cut. A new style. I tried to see his face. His back was to me.

My leg started bouncing up and down from nervousness. Why? It was just someone new. I don't remember him being introduced. He leaned forward on his arms, arching his back down and folding his head into his hands. His back was hot. Muscles pushing out the red of the tight red cotton... I wanted to touch him. I bit my tongue until I could taste the red blood oozing into my mouth.

My leg continued to bounce as I stared at the stranger, suddenly no longer bored by the gray, blue, and too-much white of the small room. I wanted to see his face. Needed to see his face. My leg jumped faster and faster, waiting for his arm to slip. Or was he dreaming? Thrown into sleep by the expanse of white, blue, and grey?

I glanced over to the teacher, a wittingly corpse. To the students, dead to the world. All white... so much white. Then the dark pants, the darker shadows between his legs underneath the circular table. I had to see him closer. I had to know who he was. I had to know him.

Suddenly, I was walking towards him, liquid flowing through the grey, blue and white. I sat at the table. "Hi."

He had black hair, hiding underneath the red sweatshirt and dark blue eyes when he opened them and lifted his head. "Hi."

I stared at him. Beautiful, lovely, lonely. I wanted him. His sinfully red lip parted. "Do you need something, Seth?"

I stared at him harder. He knew my name. Amidst this white, grey, blueness, there was an angel in red and black and he knew my name."Yeah... I do."

He stared back, unnamed angel. He shrugged. "What?"

"I think..." What was happening to my leg, bouncing up and down again? Why was my hand going to the dark blackness between his legs. "You."

Did I say that? Did he see the red gum press against my teeth as I said it? Did that bother him? Why would the color of gum bother him if after I said whatever I said? Why the hell had I said that?

"You need me?" His eyes swelled into a deep black. The darker black of his hair fell a bit, sleepy and wilting from the way he had been praying into his arms. "What... Seth, you sure?"

I shrugged, I think. Yeah, I shrugged. "I think so."

He smiled, red lips dangerous. "Come on."

His hand circled my hand and he slipped into the warm darkness beneath the white table. Black, white, and red, filled my vision. The white suddeness at the edge of the large circle sheilding us, the black closeting around us, the color of his lips on mine was the color of my shirt as he pulled it over my head was the color I saw when I closed my eyes and was overwhelmed by the red painted on the back of my eye lids.

I moaned back into his mouth feeling his hands covering my back, my arms, my bare legs. caressing over my thighs and laying me down into the puddle of heat our divested clothing made. His silver necklace was cool and shivered against our bare bodies. He was powerful and hard, hard for me, powerfully urging me to move my mouth faster as he sank his powerful hardness into my willing mouth.

The white blurred into a silver shine as his white juices slipped from the red bloodfilled tip of hip body and dripped onto my chin. I panted to taste them. His mouth covered mine after he whispered what he needed from me.

My breathing came faster and he folded my legs over his shoulders and kissed me again, harder. His kiss was the color black. I whimpered shyly quiet, as he entered my body, pushing deep and dripping the white juice inside of my darkness. I nuzzled my head deeper into the red sweatshirt by my head, filled with his scent, his lust, his body, lost inside myself.

His hand was on me... so near to the place where our bodies melted together I thought the heat would have melted his silver ring. His tongue forged down my throat as he churned into my body, harder, faster, closer, darker. A sudden blaze of white masked my vison filling my eyes with the color of goodness. I whimpered happily sated into his arms.

"That was great Seth..." He smirked and rubbed his nose into my hair. "I love it when you surprise me like that..."

I smiled into his kiss, pulling the covers of my bed over the both of us. "I love you. What was you name?"

He chuckled, and drew back opening his warm lips to answer. "Today's highs will be in the low 90's with a 45% chance of rain."

"What?" I tilted my head as the shiny grey began to dull into darkness again.

"It will be a great day to hit the beach with cool breezes in the afternoon leading to light showers in the evening. So be sure to bring your rain coat." My lover faded away into the voice of another stranger and I turned to glare at the radio by my bed.

"God damn you, Froggy 101. I hate your announcers..." I groaned into the darkness, punching the black box until it shut up and let me fall back into my darkness...