Disclaimer: I only own the character Red in this story.





Eyes, eyes is what Red had decided to focus her art portfolio on. I had chosen the color red, the inspiration being her defining waves. I was having trouble catching the shade of her hair in this light. I sat propped up against the window sill, sprawled out on the bed. Her ankles were crossed, resting on my shins and she sat perpendicular to me as I sketched hastily.
"You're getting charcoal ashes on your nightgown," I informed her. Maybe it was the nightgown distracting me, not the fact that we were drawing by moonlight. The gown was white cotton with lace trimming, and of course she looked beautiful.
"Mhmm," she responded, implying that she was in the midst of drawing.
"Ponyboy, lean here. I need to see your eyes." My moving wasn't fast enough for her, and she moved to sitting on my knees Indian style and resting her pad on my chest. That was when I could see her hair just right, but I didn't have the strength to look away from her eyes. Just then, the telephone rang, and without looking away she gingerly placed it between shoulder and cheek, quickly finishing the green hue of my eyes. I knew who that phone call was from, and so did she.
"Yes, Darry, I'll send him home. G'night."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, Pony."
"Can I have a kiss goodnight?"
She smiled. "So many questions!" And with that I was promptly kissed goodnight. I don't remember how long it lasted, or if I kissed back. But it made my mind propell into a flashback, as I was ushered out the window, down the TV fixture, and across the baseball diamond that separated our houses, to the day I first laid eyes on the girl who now had a wild obsession with painting them.