Monochrome Stories

Ivory's POV

"I-I didn't mean to wake you up. I'm just looking for a stick." The boy said with a panicky tone in his voice. He had straight, pitch black hair. It wasn't really long, but it covered most of his forehead. He had pale skin. Not so much that he looked dead, but he was certainly paler than what a normal person would look like. He was wearing a plain grey shirt with a black jacket over it. It looked so soft... I really wanted to sleep on it...

"A stick?" I asked. I'm sure I saw a stick behind this tree. I went around and picked one up from the pile. 

"Yeah. I need one because of... Reasons..." He replied while avoiding eye contact. 

I went back to the front of the tree and handed the boy the stick. "Here you go." I said.

He took it from my hand. "Thanks so much." He said as he then ran away. 

I'm pretty sure I've already seen this boy somewhere before, I just don't know where. Come on, think Ivory. Was he the one I had a talk with a few days ago? Wait, no. This guy looked way different... So then where?

"Hey!" A voice from behind called me. I looked over and saw my friend, Cyan, running towards me. "Sorry I took so long. Some guys from the basketball team wanted me to help them." He said. This friend of mine is one of the most perfect people I've ever met. Smart, athletic, great face, an even better personality, and so much more. I have no idea why he chose to hang out with someone like me, but I guess I don't really mind it. It's annoying how his fan girls flock over him during morning and lunch time though. 

"It's fine. We gonna go home now? I have some stuff I have to do." I replied as I started to walk. 

"Yeah, we can go." He said as he matched my pace. "Were you sleeping again?" He asked. 

"Yeah." I replied. "It's not like I can do anything else. I can't even join the music club because I know I'm not welcome there."

"He's in charge of that club, right?"

"More like he's the only member. Everybody else is too scared to join. I mean, I don't blame them. The guy looks scary as hell. He hasn't changed at all."

"You know, I still don't understand why you fought with him. In all your stories, you sounded like great friends."

"Yeah, we were..."

"So what went wrong?"

"That's..! Um... How about you? Did you find who you were looking for?"

"Don't try to change the subject!"

"I'm not trying to. So did you find him yet? Didn't you say he goes to school here?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I saw this school's pin on him when we met at the hospital."

"Then what's taking you so long?"

"I have no idea what department he's in. There's so many students here so I don't think I'm gonna find him anytime soon."

I sighed a bit loudly. "Can you at least tell me what he looks like so I can help you look for him?" I asked. 

"There's no need for that. I wanna be the one to find him, but I really appreciate your help." He replied. "But anyway... You aren't gonna get away this time. What happened between you and this supposed friend of yours. I still can't believe you fought with him as soon as you saw him."

"First of all, he was the one who punched me. I just retaliated. I really wanted to apologize to him, but I guess he's still mad about what happened. I don't blame him though. It was a really shitty thing to do."

He placed his hand on my head. "I'm sure you guys can work it out. If you were friends, then he'd hear you out. He's just frustrated. Give it time, man."

"I guess you're right." I replied. "Hey, I'm gonna stop by the supermarket first. You can go on ahead."

"You want me to come with?"

"I'm fine. I'm just gonna buy a few things anyway. See you later." I told him as I waved my hand goodbye. 

"Yeah, see you." He replied, waving his hand as well. 

Just frustrated, huh? I wonder if Crimon will ever forgive me... I know what I did. I don't blame him for punching me, but I've been trying to talk to him for so long. I don't understand why he won't just hear me out. If he did, then I'd be able to explain everything that happened... 

I got to the supermarket and took a basket from one of the piles. I started to walk around and pick out some stuff to cook for dinner. I wish I had my earphones with me. Hearing the noises in this supermarket is annoying me the hell out. 

"Hey, do you see that guy?" I heard a female voice say. 

"Oh, he looks really handsome. Do you think he's a model?" Another added. 

"He's so my type. He has that bad boy vibe. Should I go talk to him?"

"Yeah girl. Go for it."

I peaked around from the corner to see what the two were talking about, and I saw a familiar figure. It was Crimson...

I moved in closer to eavesdrop on their conversation. I really shouldn't be doing this, but I have to see what's gonna happen... 

"Hey." The girl greeted him as she tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around with a very confused look on his face. "You don't know me, but you're really my type. Do you mind giving me your number?"

I looked over at Crimson and he had that uninterested look on his face. I guess he really hasn't changed much. 

"I'm your type? Sorry, but I'm actually waiting for somebody right now." He replied. I could always tell if he was lying since he does some specific actions every time. He was fidgeting with his left hand, and using the other one to play with his hair. 

"Oh, come on." The girl insisted. "It's just a number." Damn this girl is persistent. Can't she take a hint? I guess this is my signal to step in. 

"Hey, Crimson!" I exclaimed as I walked towards him. "Sorry if I took a bit long. It was hard finding the chicken."

He looked at me a bit confused at first, but he eventually got it. "Oh yeah. Are we gonna go now? I'm starving."

"Yeah, come on." I said as I gestured for him to come with me. 

We walked away, far enough for the girl not to see us anymore. 

"That was something you don't see everyday." I jokingly said. 

"Why'd you help me?" Crimson asked. 

"What?"

"I really appreciate your help there, but I just want you to leave me alone." He said as he walked away.

"A thank you would've been nice. I fuċkɨnġ helped you."

"And I didn't ask for your help."

"You would've given her your number if I hadn't stepped in!" I exclaimed. 

"So what?! I could've just ignored her texts! " He replied, his voice getting louder as well. "Whatever. I'm done with you. Leave me alone. Just like what you did before." He started to walk away again. 

This familiar moment again... Seeing his back like this... It hurts me so much. I get reminded of that moment every time. What I did was horrible, but it was just a misunderstanding. I didn't mean for it to escalate like that. I didn't want our friendship to end by seeing his back as he walked away. I felt so much regret for not stopping him then, but now I've changed. I'm not gonna let it end again like this. I've tried so hard to find him just so I could apologize. Our reunion wasn't really the best, and I understand why he punched me, but I'm not gonna let it end like that again. This time, I'll get through to him. 

"Wait!" I exclaimed as I grabbed his arm. "Can we talk?"

He pulled on his arm and made me let go. "Please... Stop it, Ivory. I've been restraining myself from punching you, so please. Just go. I don't want anything to do with you anymore."

"Crimson, please just listen to what I have to say. After this, I promise I'll leave you alone."

I just wanna make things right. You were never at fault. You never did anything wrong. It was all her fault. It was her fault for deceiving us, and our fault for believing her words over yours. So please, let me make it right by apologizing to you. 

"Fine." He replied. "But this won't change anything between us, so don't act like we're friends."