I had to write something in memory of Elliot too. ;_; I honestly can't believe that no one liked him, so I made him a friend.
This is quite likely a fledgling-Sue, but I don't care at this point. ><" Poor Elliot...
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I liked red hair.
My mother has red hair. I always wanted her hair color when I was little, I thought it was much cooler to have "firetruck hair" instead of "tan hair."
I guess that's what first attracted me to Elliot. The red hair could be seen from the other side of the room, and...well, I just said, I like red hair.
I bet I came across like a creepy stalker the first time I actually talked to him. When class had let out, I'd waited for him by the door, tapping my fingers against the wall impatiently. He wasn't coming out at the same time everyone else was--maybe he had some things to put away. Or he had a question for the teacher. Or something. But he finally showed up and I practically leaped away from the wall, staring wide-eyed and grinning at him, asking if his hair color was natural or if he'd dyed it or something. "Because red hair is the best hair color ever and I wanna know were you born that way or do you just like red hair as much as I do, 'cause--"
He gave me a Look and I shut up, mumbling an apology a moment later before running off.
Next period after class, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "It's natural," he said.
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Hair color is, admittedly, a weird thing to bond over initially. He didn't act like he minded though. He cracked a tiny grin when I mentioned my parents, saying that Mom had the exact same shade of hair that he did and wasn't that awesome. He said something about it seeming really Freudian, and I blushed a bit in embarrassment as I realized he was right. But then he laughed, so I knew it was okay.
Eventually we started to talk about and bond over other things, despite the fact that our tastes in everything was completely different. He liked fighting games and I liked the puzzle ones; he didn't care much for reading while I kept asking if there were any good dramas in the library recently; he liked the rock and punk music and I liked those "girly pop stuff" as he called it. We both, however, had a fondness for Madonna and Queen, so...
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This is quite likely a fledgling-Sue, but I don't care at this point. ><" Poor Elliot...
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I liked red hair.
My mother has red hair. I always wanted her hair color when I was little, I thought it was much cooler to have "firetruck hair" instead of "tan hair."
I guess that's what first attracted me to Elliot. The red hair could be seen from the other side of the room, and...well, I just said, I like red hair.
I bet I came across like a creepy stalker the first time I actually talked to him. When class had let out, I'd waited for him by the door, tapping my fingers against the wall impatiently. He wasn't coming out at the same time everyone else was--maybe he had some things to put away. Or he had a question for the teacher. Or something. But he finally showed up and I practically leaped away from the wall, staring wide-eyed and grinning at him, asking if his hair color was natural or if he'd dyed it or something. "Because red hair is the best hair color ever and I wanna know were you born that way or do you just like red hair as much as I do, 'cause--"
He gave me a Look and I shut up, mumbling an apology a moment later before running off.
Next period after class, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "It's natural," he said.
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Hair color is, admittedly, a weird thing to bond over initially. He didn't act like he minded though. He cracked a tiny grin when I mentioned my parents, saying that Mom had the exact same shade of hair that he did and wasn't that awesome. He said something about it seeming really Freudian, and I blushed a bit in embarrassment as I realized he was right. But then he laughed, so I knew it was okay.
Eventually we started to talk about and bond over other things, despite the fact that our tastes in everything was completely different. He liked fighting games and I liked the puzzle ones; he didn't care much for reading while I kept asking if there were any good dramas in the library recently; he liked the rock and punk music and I liked those "girly pop stuff" as he called it. We both, however, had a fondness for Madonna and Queen, so...