Painting our Life - 6 Colors

   "Ky! What's taking you so long?" I fumble with my tie. Something semi-formal is required for the Snow Dance, but I don't really get the difference between semi and full-on formal. I grunt; this stupid tie isn't really looking that great. "My feet are cramping in these dumb high heels! Whatever you're doing, do it faster!" I rip the tie off. I just don't see how some people can perfectly tie their ties. And the idea of wearing something tight around my neck didn't really appeal to me.

   "Coming!" I slip on the pair of leather shoes I bought and rush out my room. Dash is sitting on the last set of stairs with a bored expression on her face. She looks up at me. Wow. Just wow. Have you ever gone to your first dance and your date is dressed so amazingly you can't couldn't even reconize they're your date? That's happening to me right now. I hadn't checked out Dash's outfit earlier, mostly due to me having to get my own clothes as well. But trust me, she looks beautiful. Her multi-colored hair is tied into a loose ponytail with a light red band. The dress she wears is a lovely shade of sky blue. And her high heels look, just uncomfortable.

   "What took you so long? I've been waiting for a good ten minutes." She taps her foot softly against the marble tiled floor, seemingly losing her patience.

   "Well, you could say I was a bit tied up!" I chuckle.

   "What do you mean tied up? Where'd you get the rope?" She asks with a blank look on her face. I sigh. My bad puns are wasted on her. I grab my coat and hand her hers.

   "Nevermind, let's just go."

   My car pulls into the school's parking lot. It's jam-packed with the cars of other students and teachers. Luckily, the last open space awaits me and I park my car there. I pull my keys out and the engine slowly dies down. A sigh escapes my mouth; I'm kind of nervous. I open the door and climb out of the car. Dash catches up beside me and we walk together inside.

   The school is nicely decorated. Over the front doors of the gym hangs a banner that says: Welcome students! Snow Dance awaits you! White paper snowflakes covered in glitter are taped around the doors and paper crinkled into balls which seemingly are suppose to be snowballs hang from the ceiling on fishing string. We hang up our coats on the hooks beside the gymnasium entrance.

   Dash and I enter the gym. I expected it to be something small, and that students would just hang around and talk. What really awaited me wasn't that at all. Guys and girls around holding each others hands, some by the waste and twirling slowly to the music. Dash's jaw hits the floor. "They want US to do that?" I blush.

   "Well, we could stand around for now." I notice a few people, Jordan among them, hanging around the table with punch and point in their direction. "Let's go there." I reach out for her hand, and she puts on a face as if she is reluctant to do this, but holds my hand anyways. We walk through the crowd of dancing lovers. Dash stumbles a bit in her high heels, but I make sure she keeps her balance. As we near the refreshments, Jordan notices me immediately and gulps down his punch quickly. He tosses the plastic cup into a nearby can and meets us halfway.

   "Kyle! Rainbow Dash!-"

   "Don't call me that."

   "Fine... Shay. Ky, you two look perfect together! Apart from your unmatching outfits, you guys are almost a pair of, um, lovers!" He slaps me on the back. It doesn't hurt. "Congratulations on getting yourself a wonderful date! I almost thought you'd pussy out on asking your own girlfriend to a dance."

   I hush him. He talks too much. "Ok, all I hear is you ramble on about me. Where's your date to the dance?"

   "Pfffffft, Kathy is late again. She was late for our last date."

   "Kathy Ru?"

   "Yeah, that chick. She's hot, man."

   I roll my eyes. I don't see the point of dating until you're eighteen years old. If you're going to date someone in middle school or highschool years, then obviously you two don't plan on marrying unless your relationship is strong enough to last till you're old enough. And I don't see the point of dating. It seems to me that people are dating during their younger years just so they don't feel alone. What I see is false love.

   "I didn't know you two were going out. In the change room before Phys Ed all she talks about is how muscular Michael Jordan is." Dash smirks. Jordan's frantically grabs Dash by the shoulders and shakes her.

   His mouths moves so quickly saliva droops down from the corners of his lips. "Really?!"

   "No." Dash pushes him away and laughs. "Priceless. You should've seen the look on your face! Ky, why didn't you have your phone out? I mean, that was the perfect moment for a snapshot!" I blink, unsure of what to say. It WAS pretty amusing. Jordan looked like he was going to have a heart attack if Dash answered affirmative. Damn. I missed a good chance now that I reflect upon it.

   "Sorry, if I had a time machine I would go back thirty seconds to slap myself."

   "That wasn't cool man. Had me really scared that I was just a placeholder for a second." Jordan points at Dash and looks at me, "Yo Ky, I heard your girlfriend can take a punch, a few in fact." I open my mouth to object and say that girls shouldn't be hit but once again Dash pipes up first.

   "Lay one finger on me and you'll be greeting Kathy with your underwear over your head." Jordan laughs.

   "Yo guy, you got one badass of a girl here. Can't believe you two are together. Ky, you're so quiet and Shay, well, she's so Rainbow Dash." Dash shoots Jordan a look, daring him to say the name again.

   "Wait, how do you even know about Rainbow Dash?" I'm confused here. The answer is as obvious as a rabbit's favorite food but I need to hear it from his mouth to verify it. Jordan smiles sheepishly.

   "Well, I watched a few episodes of Friendship is Magic before, it was actually a decent-" He shut up immediately when he notices his girlfriend walk into the gymnasium. "Don't tell her about this ok? And I'm just joking when I call Shay the name Rainbow Dash. I'm not that stupid." He runs off to meet up with Kathy. I sigh.

   "So... what now?" I ask. Dash crosses her arms.

   "He's still an idiot if you ask me."

   The current song ends and an extremely slow and calm song begins. It's one of those songs that you hear in movies during the most romantic scenes. I look around the gym, all the kids have begun to dance and sway slowly with their partners, including Jordan! I blush and glance at Dash.

   "So Rainbow..." I call her her real name. No one is around to hear. The music is too loud anyways. I take her hand. "Want to dance?"

   "Sure."

   Holding hands, we move towards the center of the gym. "So you know how to dance?" I ask.

   "No idea."

   "Then we're screwed." I laugh.

   "I doubt the other kids know how to dance either. Let's just mimic them."

   I turn my head around to look at some of the other dancing couples. A few of their positions scare me a bit. I don't think I can put my hands there on Dash where they're putting their hands on their partners. Instead, I hold her waist. It seems the most appropriate. I expected her to push me away and tell me this is stupid, but to my surprise, she didn't object. Instead she wraps her arms around my shoulders. We move around the gym slowly, in each other's hold. I close my eyes. The scent of the shampoo she used last night fills my nostrils. This is amazing. I wish this soothing moment would last forever. We dance as I there isn't a single care in the world. Like magic, our feet guide us and we somehow magically evade making contact with other dancers. I wrap my arms around her back, holding her in a tight squeeze-like hug.

   Our feet move back and forth slowly. We move as if we've been dancing since birth. I realize Dash is no longer a helpless pony trapped in my world of pitiless humans. She's a human too now. A human like me. She isn't dancing because I'm her caregiver, a babysitter. She's with me on her own freewill. Which in a way surprises me. I'm nothing special. I'm just like any other guy.

   Time passes. We dance through numerous songs. This is my moment. The feeling is amazing. It's not the feeling of being glad you're not alone. It's the feeling that you're with someone you love. She's always with me though, but tonight, that feeling is extra special. Nothing can ruin this moment.

    The song comes to an end and... and something miraculous happens. Our eyes meet. We stare into each other's eyes for a long time. A long, long time. Then, our foreheads touch, and before I know it, my lips are on hers. I close my eyes and take in the moment. Thousands of thoughts race through my brain. First off, I'm kissing a girl! Lips locked with a real. Living. Flesh and bone. Girl. Secondly, she was once a cartoon pony. I had never thought my feelings for her would develope far enough for us to... to... to do this! I mean, we held hands before, but a parent and their child could hold hands and it's nothing romantic. This isn't something I expected. I don't think she can control her actions right now either. Our lips part, and I find myself staring into her violetish eyes. Beautiful.

   She breaks the silence between us. "So... uh... Let's never do that again?"

   I smile. "Agreed. No promises though. I always end up breaking them." I look over to the refreshments. "Want some punch? My treat." Dash laughs, and this time, she grabs my hand.

   "C'mon, we'll get fat if we stand around. Let's both go." I shrug. Seems fair to me.

   I pour her a cup of punch and as I pour myself one, a smack on the back almost causes me to jump and spill my drink. "What?!" I whip around to face Jordan with his arms around Kathy's shoulder. He smiles smugly and with his free arm, he holds up a hand gesturing me to high five him. I resist the urge to dump the entire jug of punch on him. And stuff each individual icecube down his throat.

   "Wanted to congratulate you on the dance! Bro, was that your first kiss." He chuckles, seeing my face turn a light shade of pink. I can feel myself heating up.

   "Yeah."

   "Nice!" He waves his hand, a sign saying he's not leaving until I high five him. I was about to, then I remembered some of the student's touching and pull back.

   "No thanks! I have no idea where you stuck that hand." He laughs. Kathy giggles. Dash smacks me on the side of my head with her palm.

   "Wise. So how was it? That little smoochy action you two had going there?" Obviously Jordan is one of those kids who can't stop asking personal questions. I shrug. Out of the corner of my eyes, I notice Dash narrowing hers.

   Luckily for me, I don't have to answer Jordan's question, because Dash beats me to it and for once I'm grateful for it. "I think I'd rather go pick my nose than tell you about it. It was just this once, ok? Me and Ky were in that, you know, lovey mushy scenery and it just happened." I choke on my punch. I think some got into my nose, but I laugh at the part about Dash picking hers. Jordan shrugs and slugs me on the shoulder. It's no where as hard as Dash hits.

   "She's a keeper." He smiles and walks away with Kathy. Jordan's a nice kid, but he's kind of weird. He's pretty popular though, a lot of the kids know him and they all think he can be hilarious. He can. If you're not the bum of his jokes.

   I glance at Dash. She yawns and rubs her eyes. I notice the sudden fatigue that washes over me. "Wanna go home?" I ask, "The dance is almost over anyways." She grins.

   "You're a mind reader. Yeah, let's go. I really need some shut eye."

   We leave the gym, grab our coats and exit the school. Cold, crisp night air awaits us. I could see my own breath. White flakes of snow gently float down from the sky. The coldness slowly seeps through my thin coat and chills me. Dash's fingers slip around mine. Her hand is warm. The warmth travels through my arm and all throughout my body, heating me up as we make our way to the car. It feels... nice...

Tonight has been a better night than I expected.