A/N

Okay, I plan for this story to be fairly long, I got inspired by a quiz and well the theme of this story is ‘Colour’, thus the straightforward title.

The cold air made her shiver as she walked slowly up the cobbled driveway of the Pierson manor. Gift in hand, she jogged up to the doorstep and pondered whether or not she should knock the door or not. She was a relatively shy person. She had never been described as a social, and yet she was going to the hit party of the school year. Why, you might ask? Because she was the most popular girl’s best friend. It wasn’t as though she was bad-looking, she was just normal. Nobody normal was interesting. She had long black hair, tied up into a pony-tail, but her spiral curls still travelled down mid-back, she had large violet eyes, and long lashes; her skin was deathly pale, and her lips were a faded white. She stood, having an internal debate, when she heard a suave voice behind her that made her jump. “Charlotte?”

She turned slightly to come face in face with a tall boy with dark brown hair, and crystal blue eyes. He was wearing a purple polo-shirt that showed off his well defined muscles and jeans. She forced a smile. He was her ex-boyfriend; he cheated on her with a girl in her grade named Debra Parkinson. “H-Hi, Dallin!” she stammered a little loudly.

“What are you doing here?” he cocked a brow.

“Well, Rachel’s my best friend, you know that.”

“But you don’t like parties, I remember.” She couldn’t help but smile. It was just the lingering feelings that remains in the shattered pieces of her heart.

She smiled, “Well, that’s true, but change is always good.” And with a sunny smile, she rang the doorbell. The door opened almost immediately, and a girl with short strawberry blonde hair, cut in a French bob, and Eden eyes (A/N it’s a shade of blue). She grinned.

“Charlie!” she embraced her tightly, and then she eyed the present with a smile on her face. “You didn’t have to get me anything!” And then she whispered, “You don’t mind if I invited him, did you?” Charlotte shook her head and walked in with Rachel, laughing and talking.

“Happy Birthday!” Charlotte exclaimed.

Rachel thanked her and led her into the living room where a lot of students from their grade and even some somophores mingled. She had a devious look on her face as she tapped a spoon against her glass of punch. Everyone turned around to hear was she had to say. “Charlie just gave me the most spontaneous idea!” What idea? “She suggested a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

There were loud ‘Whoops’ around the room. Charlotte cringed and hissed, “Why did you say that? I never said that!” Rachel smiled.

“Just ‘cause I can.”

She sighed in defeat and Rachel pulled her by the arm and towards a white hat. “At the beginning of the party, all the guys were given a number, now since it was Charlie’s brilliant idea, she goes first.” Then she turned to Charlotte, “Take a number and read it out loud.”

She wasn’t comfortable. “Can’t somebody else go first, Ray?” She pouted sadly.

Rachel gave in, and Charlotte became one of the last to go. People came and people went, some new couples were formed and some people left the party early for their own reasons. And then the dreaded arrival of Charlotte’s date with destiny arrived. She staggered up to the hat and pulled out a number. “13?” she stammered loudly. A boy swore aloud in the back and she turned around quickly. She felt the tears of shame sting her eyes but she held them back. When she saw the boy, she felt all the worse.

He was gorgeous.

He had silver hair that fell in tendrils to mid-neck, and azure blue eyes, pouty pink lips with a fang lip-piercing, he also had a stud on his eyebrow and a couple of piercings in his ear. He frowned slightly when he saw her and she took a step back, but Rachel pushed her into the front so hard she fell on him. “S-Sorry…”

“Whatever,” he said coldly. His voice was harsh, but still like a velvety, melody.

She followed him into the closet. He immediately sat down in the farthest corner. She sighed and sat against the door, looking down at her converse, and biting her lip, almost drawing blood.