Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Love never crossed my mind until the day I met you.
- Unknown -
Hope you will like the surprise at tonight's party.
V
This was what was written in the purple note stuck on my locker. I stared at those words.
Harlan appeared next to me. His face twisted at the sight of the purple note.
"She's really everywhere."
I ignored the mock in his tone and said.
"She said there's a surprise at tonight's party." I said softly, as if to myself.
"At Sarah's party?"
"Yeah."
"What do you think it would be?"
"A ring? To propose to you?" He laughed.
I rolled my eyes.
I tore the purple note from my locker. Then, I locked my arm around Harlan's neck, choking him.
"I wonder why you haven't proposed to me, given the time and proximity we have together." I joked while laughing.
"Ew! Why would I do that? You are no fun." He choked out these words under my arm.
"Huh? What do you just say? I am the definition of fun." My grip went tighter, laughing, also making Harlan laugh.
"Okay, I surrender." He tapped my arm non-stop, gesturing that he surrender.
I let go of him and smirked.
"Told you."
☾
The sky was completely in darkness.
Yet, this didn't stop the hormonal teenagers from rocking the house in front of me into excitement and wildness.
The house was big like a mansion. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see people in our school swaying their bodies dramatically under the blue and purple neon lights. Their arms lifted to the air, shaking from the right to the left, then from the left back to the right. Their faces were full of energetic colours.
"So," Harlan smirked at the sight in front of him. "Are you ready?"
I chuckled lightly. My fingers brushed against my brown Cartier watch.
I had been to way many of these parties.
But I was more interested in the surprise V mentioned in the locker's purple note.
"Heck yeah." I said.
We entered the house as we saw more dancing bodies in the giant living room. I might not even sure if it was a living room.
When we showed our appearances, people smiled widely at us.
"Hey, Nick. Hey, Harlan."
"YO, Nick! Harlan!"
"Hey, man!"
Each one, I gave them a nod and a I-supposed-is-charming-to-people smile.
Among them, Sarah appeared and approached us with a wide grin.
"Hey, guys!"
"Hey, Sarah!" Harlan shouted under the loud music.
"Do you guys want a drink?" She shouted back.
We nodded.
We followed her, pushing through the crowd of people until we arrived at the other side of the house. Sarah poured two drinks for us and we stood at the corner of the house, drinking and watching people dance.
It didn't take long before a crowd of people surrounded us and we became the centre of the party. Sarah didn't seem to mind as she grinned at us.
The crowd shouted, screamed, danced, jumped. I laughed along.
"Okay!" A guy in front of me shouted. "So no one is concerned with the fact that all the girls in school are in love with Nick Morrison? I mean, are they blinded?"
I chuckled and looked away, with a hint of shyness.
"Woah!" The girls were offended.
"Not all." Sarah defended. "But most." She said as she looked at me.
"What did he do that I haven't done?" The guy gestured at me with a ridiculous tone.
"That's the thing, Gabriel." I began. "I don't even have to do anything and people are already in love with me."
I smirked and took a sip of my beer.
"Wooo!"
"So true, Nick!"
"Love you, Nick!"
"That's my boy!" Harlan slapped my back slightly with a proud look.
"Oh gosh, Gabriel." Gabriel's friend patted Gabriel's shoulder. "Don't look so hurt. You know he's saying the truth." Gabriel glared at his friend.
We all chuckled.
"Come on, let's dance." His friend urged him.
Then, the music was back on and everyone was back to dancing.
Harlan smiled at a girl and asked her for a dance. The girl smiled sweetly and answered yes. So they both went into the dancing floor.
"What, you're gonna just stand here for the rest of the night?" Sarah raised one side of her eyebrows at me.
"Am I required to dance?" I asked in a teasing tone.
A smile broke out on her lips. "Come on, half the girls in the dancing floor have been stealing glances at you."
I looked back at the dancing floor and she was right.
"Well, they haven't got the courage to talk to me, not like you, have they?" It was my turn to raise my eyebrow. A small smirk on my lips.
The smile on her lips grew bigger.
"So..." The tips of her fingers touched my wrist. "You gonna say yes if I ask you out?" She made out an innocent tone. Her fingers slid upward further, along my arm.
"That depends on if you are gonna actually ask it." I stared right into her eyes.
She smiled sweetly. "Nick Morrison, will you go out with me?"
I was about to say yes, when my eyes unconsciously flickered to the floor-to-ceiling window in front of me.
There was a purple note at the corner.
I stopped my movement. I froze.
"What?" Sarah asked.
"I um..." I was in lost of words. All I could do was staring at that colour of purple.
"I gotta do something. I will be back." I muttered to Sarah before moving my way towards the purple note.
I paused when I arrived at the corner of the window-to-ceiling window, looking up at the purple note. I tore it away from the window.
There was an arrow pointing to my left, signalling me to move towards that direction. And so I did.
I entered a long white hallway and kept on walking along the purple notes occasionally appearing on the wall. No one followed me.
At the end of the hallway, there was another purple note.
It pointed upward, gesturing me to walk up the stairs leading to the second floor.
Before turning into the dancing floor in the second floor, a purple note was stuck at the end of the handle. It pointed towards the right.
I followed the purple notes until I arrived at the fourth floor, the top floor of the house, where the outdoor garden was located at. On top of the entrance of the outdoor garden, there appeared another purple note.
I tore the purple note from the door frame.
"You are almost there :)" It wrote.
I opened the door and walked into the garden.
The lights upon me glowed.
The whole garden came into my sight all of a sudden.
Purple neon lights with the shape of an arrow beamed under my foot. It was then, I realised a pathway was open towards the middle of the garden.
As I stepped forward, another purple neon arrow was lightened up. Another step, another purple neon arrow. Another step, another purple neon arrow. It kept on going until I was right in the centre of the garden.
A string of light bulbs were hang around in an obtuse square above me, shining down at the table in front of me.
There was a black box on the table with a purple note stuck next to it.
"You are here." It wrote.
A violet flower was put above the note.
I looked around to look for the author of these purple notes. But I found no one.
I hesitated.
My hands reached for the black box. I flipped it open.
There it was.
A white gold Cartier first generation watch.
A carved 'N' underneath the white gold case.
My father's watch.
My eyes widened. My heart bumping quickly against my chest.
This is...impossible.
I lifted my head and looked for her again. But once again, there was not even a shadow.
But I knew she was watching. So I said loudly.
"How?"
No answer.
"This is not in my old house. Not even in the hospital bed."
No answer.
And honestly, this was driving me crazy.
"You are always there." I began, loud enough for anyone near to hear it.
"When I feel like life sucks like hell, when I feel like life is dramatic like a rollercoaster, when I feel like life is euphoric like a drug. You are always there with your purple notes."
No answer.
I ran my hand through my hair with frustration and closed my eyes.
"God," I whispered.
"Who are you?"
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