I walked down the quiet street, the rain dampening my hair, making it stick to my forehead. The sky above darkening as I walk. The grey clouds casting an everlasting shadow.

I looked up, disrupting my calm focus on the cobbled street below to see a green couple giggling and laughing away. A boy, with hints of yellow in his eyes, his partner with a hint of blue. I never liked green, yet this was different. Their green was bright and vivid, nothing like my past impressions of the dull shade. I've only ever seen green in murky shadows, if at all. I recall the colour I had with Ryan. At the time it seemed beautiful, it seemed amazing! Yet in retrospect, it was a very murky, almost a brown. Which I wouldn't have been happy with, especially for a lifetime.

Most people realise this once they see the blend they have with their soulmate, or if you're me, you see the green getting murkier with each new love.

Yet this couple was different, so beautiful and fresh, lighting up the whole street. I was mesmerised, simply mesmerised. I was so entranced I didn't notice my feet leaving the pavement, I didn't see the flashing lights, I didn't hear the screech of the wheels.

What I did see was a look of horror in the most beautiful pair of eyes.

I saw red.

Then felt a searing pain.

~~~

I was driving down an old country lane, the rain drizzling down the windows. The night was quiet, as was the street. Barely a soul could be seen. Until, of course, the green couple walked by.

I've always wondered what it'd be like in a green relationship. Because you see, I'm a red and us reds are extremely rare. Most people don't know how they can possibly blend with red, even I don't know. You have your yellows and blues. Simple. They blend together well, no one questions it. It's the norm. But then they see a red and a blue or a red and a yellow and Everyone starts freaking out because most people are taught to hate us, taught that we're unnatural because we're different.

I've not always been red surprisingly, at least not visibly. It's always been dull in my eyes, I was born this way, I can't change it. Yet when it came out, people disregarded me. My parents kicked me out, I was bullied constantly in school and the chances of falling in love and blending become slim. But I don't regret it. I'm just myself, I can't change no matter how hard I try.

My thoughts of the green couple were disrupted by a blue light emerging from the darkness, eyes hitched also on the couple, yet oblivious to my car.

I tried to swerve away but to no prevail as I slammed my foot on the brakes, my tires making a terrible screeching sound. The couple that distracted me and the man in the road, now gone.

The man turns at the sound, looking me straight in the eyes.

Before he screams...

~~~

I blinked open my eyes only to see my new unknown surroundings. The dark room lit only by the moon outside the misty window. The rain had died down around an hour prior, the ground out side still damp.

I jolted awake, my body springing forward. I instantly regret it as a sharp pain shoots through my lower abdomen. My eyes dart around the room, noting the bass in the corner and the red light staring at me, holding said bass. His eyes hardened in fear as he held his bass closer to his body, as if he was the one who just woke up in a strange apartment.

"W-where am I?" I stuttered, unable to repress my fear.

"Well... You're in my apartment..." He sighed, placing his bass down as he walked towards the light switch.

"I presume you have some questions?" He asked, as the light flickered on, revealing a rather cute apartment.

"Why were you playing bass in the dark?" I asked, bringing my body up slowly.

He looked taken aback by the question, confusion lacing his handsome features.

"You just woke up in some random stranger's apartment with a pain in your abdomen and all you want to know is why I was playing in the dark?"

"Yes." I replied bluntly

"W-well... I um... didn't wish to disturb you. I can only imagine how scary it could be to be blinded when you open your eyes." He explained

"Thankyou. What happened then?"

"Well... I was driving down the street when I saw a vivid green couple. They were so bright! I just couldn't look away!" He smiled standing up and walking back towards the bed

"You were also entranced it seemed... You walked into the road. I tried to stop but I was too late." He sighed, his prior smile gone..

"Luckily for you, you've only gotten a few scratches and bruises." He smiled again, sitting back down next to his bass.

"It sure does feel like more than a few bruises..." I mumbled, sitting up slowly

"It's just bruising, I'm a doctor, I know my shit." He chuckled

"Doctor? Cool! So what else is there to know about you sir? I mean all I know is that you're a doctor, you play bass and you're red?" I ask. He stiffens as I mention red.

"W-well my name is Dallon James Weekes, I'm from a small town in Nevada, I'm 23 years old and I play bass and sing sometimes." He states

"Well I'm Brendon Boyd Urie, I'm from a city down in Utah, I'm 21 years old, I sing and play... A lot of instruments!"

"Nice to meet you Brendon Urie from Utah!" Dallon smiled, extending his hand

"Nice to meet you too, Dallon Weekes of Nevada!" I chuckle shaking his hand.

"Now I'm going to go get you an ice pack for your bruise!" He clapped, standing up and walking to the fridge.

"It's really no bother!" I protest

"I hit you with my car, the least I can do is give you an ice pack"

~~~

"So, Brendon from Utah. How are you feeling now?" I said as Brendon sat up from the couch.

"Better thanks for asking, Dallon from Nevada" He smirked

"The bruises will heal, you're quite lucky really..."

"In more ways than one..." He mumbled

"If you want, we could take a walk down to the park, it would get you moving and I'm sure some ice cream could help?" I winked

"Okay! We can get to know each other, handsome stranger" He winked back

"Do you want to borrow a coat?" I said as we reached the door

"That might be smart" He replied grabbing the coat as we began to walk down the stairs and out the building doors.

"Damn! You didn't tell me you lived on the 8th floor dude!" He gasped, doubling over to catch his breath.

"You didn't ask" I chuckled

"What part of town are we in by the way?" He asked, finally taking in the surroundings.

"Cambridge street, about 15 minutes from Vegas"

"Cool! I've never been too far out of the city"

"I do not believe that for a minute"

"I'm not lying!" He huffed as we began to walk to the park.

"Then why were you up near the medical centre?"

"That's where I was?" He asked, scrunching up his forehead in confusion.

"Yeah, You didn't know where you were?"

"Not really. I was just given an address and told to be there"

"Who would send you on a goose chase like that?" I asked as we walked into the park.

"Derek was in hospital again. Got drunk and passed out or something..." He sighed, staring down at his feet.

"Is Derek a friend, relative?"

"Boyfriend, well ex... I broke it off yesterday at the hospital..."

"Damn..."
"It's okay though, not the first time." He chuckled, plopping himself down on a bench slightly shaded from the trees.

It wasn't that busy, most people were still asleep. I forgot to mention that Brendon had slept for about 5 hours, only waking up at 6. I thought he'd died at first. That's the main reason I hadn't fallen asleep myself.

Our discussion had died down now, I guess talking about very recent ex wasn't very fun. We were practically silent, in a silent park yet it was strangely comforting. I was used to silence but it'd always been a desolate and dark silence. The silence that keeps you up at night. The silence that will outlive us all. The beginning and the end of it...

Just silence.

My mind continues to wander and frighten me with deep existential thoughts like always, only to be brought back to reality by a squealing brendon, running off into the near distance.

I jumped off the bench, tripping over my legs trying to catch the small man.

After getting hit by about three branches and stumbling over a few rocks I finally found the small man with two icecreams in his hands. He looked up with puppy dog eyes, like he knew he did wrong. He handed me a chocolate cone stating that 'everyone likes chocolate' before flashing a cheesy grin and sprinting off again. I smiled to myself slightly turning to run after him once again.

~~~

I ran through bushes, hopping over rocks and ducking under branches I knew Dallon would hit before settling back down on the bench, licking away at my ice cream innocently.

"That's... The most.... Exercise.... I've done in... years!" He wheezed, plopping himself next to me.

"You're welcome!"

"That ice cream better be worth it!" He warned

"It is" I said

"Good! We are definitely taking the elevator when we get back!" He chuckled, licking away at his own cone.

~~~

"Thank god these elevators work!" I cheered, stepping in after Brendon.

We'd finished our ice creams in the park, just deciding to head back after that. It was weird really, we barely knew each other yet anyone else would think we'd known each other years.

Brendon was doing an 'elevator dance', as he called it, while I just watched, amused.

Suddenly the elevator jutted, the lights flickered out and everything stopped.

"Fuck! What the hell was that!" Brendon Screeched, jumping into the corner of the lift hugging his, sorry my jacket around his small frame.

"I think the elevator broke down..."

"No shit sherlock..." He mumbled

"Just sit tight, I guess. I'm gonna call the manager, he can come get us out" I sighed, picking up the 'HELP' phone.

After ringing a few moments the manager picked up, his rough voice not really calming the nerves that are currently having a rave in my head.

"What do you want..."