I give him this look of 'what do you mean?', he looks at me then looks away. "Since I was born I had white hair, i've been dyeing it for years", he says. "wow", I say. Is he an albino?, I thought. "i know a freak right", he says covering his face with his hands. "No. It's cool! I'm just sad you didn't want to tell me this, I guess you don't trust me enough", I say looking away, was I not worthy?. "No it's not that, it's just that-. It's my biggest insecurity", he says looking at his palm. I took in a deep breath then said "I too haven't been completely clean". "What do you mean", he asks. "I too was born with white hair", I say playing with my fingers. "what?!",He asks in shock. "If your making fun of me, it's not funny. Your hair is brown".
"I'm not making fun of you, I would never do that", I say looking at him while I place my hand on his. "I out grew the white hair when I was Five". "how is that possible?", he asks. "infact my eyes were the lightest shade of brown, almost looked white, till I was 3 then two years after my eyes changed. Mom used to wear me a wig, to avoid attention", I said. "That's the reason the orphanage treated me so poorly, thought I was a demon". Some memories can never fade, the pain still fresh in my heart and mind. Just because I was different.
"Your lucky you grew out of your condition, I didn't. Only my eyes darkened up", he says. "i was bullied, both by my teachers and class mate. Called a freak", he gave a bitter smile. "in primary school my class mate would pour paint on my hair and If I went to report, the teachers would ignore me. it was mom who found away to dye my hair and retain it for a long while because each time she dyed it, it would fade in 2 days, she also changed my school, it only lessened the bullying ".
"But even after that the treatment continued. They was this girl I liked in middle school, I approached her and told her how I felt about her but she poured her drink on my head and laughed. Do you know what she said", he asks. "she said 'i would never even in my dreams date a freak like you, even if I don't pity myself, I should pity my children. You can cover up with make up, but your true nature will never die'. "That's terrible", I say. I guess not only I have been through enough. I could understand his pain so well, I found myself hugging him with tears in my eyes, "i know how you feel". Why is the world so cruel?.
"I'm a sorry, good for nothing, worthless being. What I've been told and more countless times, days I wished i died along side my parents, then I wouldn't have to feel the pain and endure the suffering", I cried so hard, because all the locked up memories flooded in at once."Im an ugly mistake".
"your not a mistake, no one is", Dean says lifting up my chin with his finger. "your a beautiful gift sent from God and I can't be much more greatful", he says wiping the tears as they streamed down.
"your just saying that", I say tears still pouring down. "Im not, I mean every word I said", he says. "Im very lucky to have a best friend like you", he says looking into my eyes and then my lips. I was lost in daze, my heart raced as tho it would fall out of my chest, I couldn't breathe out of excitement and shock. I pulled back taking deep breaths. "Im sorry… I was about to cross my boundaries", he says moving back when I held his face with both my hands then place my lips on his. I pulled back all red, I didn't know how to kiss, this is my first. "I don't know how to kiss", I say looking away. "I'll teach you", he says pressing his lips on mine, I could feel his tongue pry my lips apart. I was shocked yet, it felt so good. I just followed along and did as he did, I felt him kiss deeper. The kiss was getting intense when he broke away, I felt so sad, my lips felt lonely. "No, it's not right", he says. "What's not right?", I ask. "Your under aged, I can't do this", he says pulling back. "Give me a minute", he says standing up and walking away. He was right I'm just seventeen, he twenty. The age Gap is much, I guess he does have self control and self respect, I smiled.
"Hacheew!", I sneeze, I could feel my body shiver terribly. "haachew, haachew". When did I catch a cold? But the windows are all closed shut. I look forward to see a hoodie infront of me, I look up to see Dean standing in front handing over his hoodie "I don't need it", I lie, when deep down I feel I could freeze. He needed it more than me, he was outside under the rain, he's likely to catch a cold. But he still didn't listen, he wore the sweater on me. After a while he to began to shiver,he couldn't hide it well. "i have a better idea", I say moving close to him, I remove his sweater and hand it over for him to wear. He was reluctant but he wore it, the good thing is his sweater is really large, so I snuggled underneath it. I rested my head on his chest, I didn't know when I dozed off.