Monochrome Stories

Black's POV

"Hey, isn't that him?" A voice from the crowd asked.

"What's the Ice Prince doing here?" Another added.

"He's way more handsome up close." 

"Is he here to see somebody?" 

I heard all the students around say these kinds of stuff while I was around the music department, trying to find room 506. Am I really that famous? Also, what the hell am I even doing here? Am I really this desperate to talk to somebody? 

I finally got to the doors of room 506. Oh, shoot. I just realized something. I came in the spur of the moment, but I don't even know the name of that boy. 

"Is that the Ice Prince?" I could hear someone ask from the inside.

"What's he doing in our classroom?" 

"Do you think he might be here to see somebody?" 

I kept hearing the same things over and over again, but I guess it's a nice change of pace from the words I used to hear before. 

-Weird- 

I know. 

-Freak- 

I know. 

-What's he even doing here- 

I don't know. 

-Outcast- 

"Uh, hello there." A light voice said. I snapped back to reality and saw a small female grey figure in front of me. "Are you looking for somebody?" She asked. 

"I think..." What was he wearing again? "Is there anybody here with spiky auburn hair and a khaki sweater?" 

"Is he talking about Crimson?" A voice from inside the classroom asked again.

"What business does he have with him?" Another murmured.

Crimson? Is that his name? Why did I suddenly feel goosebumps all over me? 

"Oh." The girl said, almost like she was scared. "He might be in the music room, just at the end of this hall." She said as she pointed to the left. "I don't know what business you have with him, but it might be better if you avoid him..." 

"Thanks." I replied. "And I'll be the judge if I wanna hang out with him." 

What have I gotten myself into? Is he like some kind of mafia and I'm gonna be killed? No, he said to come to him if I wanna talk. Wait, do I really even wanna talk? I don't know what kinda demon went inside my body to make me go here. 

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Huh? I heard a faint sound of someone strumming a guitar. It sounded beautiful. I walked towards the direction of the sound. The closer I walked, the louder it got, then a voice started to sing. 

~Outside we're lonely, but we are free~ 

~We're misfits, rebels, creeps, and freaks~ 

His voice... It's softer compared to the original singer.

~How come they've got it figured out~ 

It's so... 

~While we're lost, waiting to be found~ 

I didn't even notice it, but I was in front of a door. More specifically, it was the door of the music room, and the singing was coming from inside it. I guess the voice kinda hypnotized me to walk here. 

His voice was so soothing, but it felt sad... Lonely... His voice sounded lost... Just looking for somewhere to fit in... 

I knocked on the door and opened it. "Sorry, am I disturbi-" I stopped at the sight I saw. At the middle of the room was the same boy from the bathroom earlier, sitting on a chair with a guitar in his hand, but he had tears dripping down on his face. 

He wiped the tears from his face. "Are you perhaps here to take me up on my offer?" He asked. 

"Honestly, I don't even know why I'm here, but I guess I might need someone to talk to." I told him as I grabbed a chair to sit down next to him. "But hey..." 

'Yeah?" He asked as he tuned his guitar. Now that I look at him closer, he looks like a delinquent. Wait... Is this what the girl was trying to tell me??? He's a delinquent? 

"What's your name?" I asked. 

His face suddenly turned red. "Oh my God, I forgot to tell you my name!" He became flustered and fell down from his chair. This guy can't possibly be a delinquent. 

I stood up as I offered my hand to help him up. "Are you okay?" I asked as he grabbed it and I pulled him up. 

"Yeah. Thanks." He replied as he fixed himself and sat back down. "My name is Crimson. What about you, Ice Prince?" 

"Stop calling me that. My name's Black." 

"Black, huh?" 

"Why?" 

"Nothing. It's just the first time I've heard of a name like that." 

"Well, it's not like Crimson is a common name too." 

He smiled, kinda like a dorky smile. "Touche, Ice Prince." 

"I told you to stop calling me that." 

"No promises." He chuckles. "So what was it you wanted to talk about?" 

I thought for a bit... What did I wanna talk about? "Here's the thing..." I explained to him that I may have a slight crush on Lilac, and that White, my best friend, might have a crush on her too. I continued my story up to the part about me trying to hook them up. I never told him their names, so I'm sure he won't figure out who I'm talking about. Especially since White is well known too. 

"That's hard." He said as he stopped strumming for a bit. "About what you did... It was a nice thing to do, but what about you?" 

"Me? Why?" I asked, very confused. 

"Well, if you did that to make your friend happy, then what about your happiness?" 

I tilted my head to the side. "My happiness?" I fidgetted my hands, thinking hard on what to say. I looked back at him and tried to smile normally. "I'm happy as long as he is." 

He started strumming the guitar. "You aren't ever gonna be satisfied with your life unless you start putting yourself first. It's okay to help your friends, but remember that you need to be happy too." He started singing. 

~I'll have my black suit, black tie, hanging out in the back~ 

His voice is just so soothing... 

~I'll take a strong shot of whisky, straight out the flask~ 

I couldn't even say a word. 

~I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees~ 

I just wanna listen to it whole day. 

~She's the one I wanna marry~ 

This song is just... 

~But she don't wanna marry me~ 

Sorrowful... His voice fits perfectly. It hurts... But he's right. I need to think of my own happiness too, but I don't wanna ruin White's happiness... 

The song finished, but he just continued strumming. 

"Did you like the song?" He asked. 

'It was good. Your voice is nice too." I replied. 

"Maybe that's why I'm in the music department." He joked and laughed a little.

"Can I ask you something?" I fidgetted my hands again. I'm not even sure if I should ask this... 

"Go ahead." 

"Somebody from your class told me to stay away from you..." He flinched. "Can I ask why?" 

He stopped strumming and suddenly lifted his feet up. He looked at me and smiled, but this time, I could see it. His smile was full of sadness. "I don't have a good reputation here." 

"What? Why? You seem like such a good person." 

He leaned back on his chair. "Well, I used to pick fights a lot in my old school, and I guess the news spread, so when I transferred here, lots of people tried to pick a fight with me too. I guess people became scared of me because of it. Not that I mind it, though." He gripped his guitar tighter. "At least in this peace and quiet, I can make music properly. It's not like I'm lonely or anything." 

"Well." I stood up. "If you ever feel the need to talk to me, you can find me in the arts department. Room 308." 

He stared in shock at first, but it turned into a dorky smile. "Thanks, Ice Prince." He said as he formed his hand into a fist and put it out. I thought he wanted a fist bump. 

I sighed. "Stop calling me that." I replied as I returned the fist bump and smiled. 

You don't have to be alone anymore.