colors and promises / o, 600th post + eleven needed

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    " HOLY SHIT! "  eleven .   april . ;)))


    mike knew it was time. he could leave it off any longer, even though he didn't want to. it was just the anticipation and the nerves that were getting at him. what if she said no? well, she probably wouldn't, since they were together... but did she even know what a date was? shaking his head, the boy stood in front of a mirror he had managed to find, looking nervously at himself in the reflection. it was still weird to see himself as someone different. someone who wasn't him. he knew it was him, yet... at the same time, it wasn't. it was just so hard to explain.


    in front of him was a feline, with creamy white fur, curly, chocolate colored ears, wearing a bowtie and a winter sweater. but in his mind, he saw a tall (handsome, in his opinion), insecure middle schooler with curly brown hair, wearing a light blue polo shirt and blue jeans. that was who he was meant to be. but it wasn't him. opening his eyes, as he had closed them while thinking, he saw the feline in front of him. the other half.


    taking a deep breath, the boy forced himself to look away, tears brimming his chocolate colored eyes. no, this was no time to dwell on the past. right now, this was about the present and the future. no, it was about eleven, and it always would be. he had convinced jane to go out by a small pond, which was covered in flowers (though they had began to die, but he hoped she would ignore that fact), and other beautiful things around it. picking up the roses he had managed to pluck before they died from the oncoming cold, he finally slipped out of the den, heading for the pond, with his heart beating fast in his chest and feeling as if he couldn't breathe. it was time. " TAGS "