it's the colors you have

We call it life Oh, yeah, that's what we call it Declan Blake, 16 19 years old

[lenaortiz]

[Lena let out a deep sigh. She needed to get her emotions and actions in check. She leaned forward a bit, chewing on her bottom lip. She then took a deep breath looking into the camera.] I’m not jealous about you, Curls. We’re friends right? I’m glad you got laid…I’m probably just upset because I haven’t gotten any action lately. [Lena hoped that her words sounded convincing, the last thing she wanted was to scare him away.]

[decblake-blog]

[Declan drummed his fingers on his leg, anxiously gazing at the screen of his computer. He reached up, scratching the back of his head] Fuck, Lena, you know we're not friends. We --

  ------ [He groaned, tugging on the ends of his hair, unsure what to say] 

Lena, we're more than friends. You know that.

[lenaortiz]

[Lena pressed her lips together, not really sure where her own jealousy had come from, but wasn’t about to admit that she was jealous.] What are you trying to say?

[decblake-blog]

[He awkwardly stared into the camera, unsure how to respond.] I wasn't saying you were jealous because you couldn't get laid. -- Shit, Lena, look at you..I know you could get laid anytime you wanted.

         ------ I was asking if you were jealous about me. [He trailed off slowly, unsure what else to say.]

[lenaortiz]

You’re so full of it. If I wanted to get laid right now, I could.

[decblake-blog]

[Declan frowned into the camera] What? I -- I know you could, Lena. You're..you're you. That's not what I was trying to say.

[lenaortiz]

Jealous of what?

[decblake-blog]

C'mon, you know..

[lenaortiz]

[Lena scoffed at his words, crossing her arms as she did so.]

Nothing, I’m happy you got laid. I just have to study.

[decblake-blog]

[Declan is quiet for a minute, before smiling. His cheeks heat up, but he ignores the warmth, instead gazing at Lena's image on the computer screen]

Lena... are you jealous?

[lenaortiz]

[Lena huffed, standing up fully and picking up her chair. She put it back in it’s original position, and sat back down in it, trying hard not to glare at him. She wasn’t smiling anymore, it had been replaced by a frown.]

I’m fine. Just ─whatever. I need to get back to studying, Declan, was that all you needed to tell me?

[decblake-blog]

[Declan furrowed his eyebrows together, thoroughly confused by her sudden change in attitude. He blinked a few times, trying to figure out something to say] Wait! Don't -- don't hang up, Lena. What's wrong?

[lenaortiz]

[Lena, who until then had been rocking herself back and forth on her chair, tensed up and fell backwards hitting the ground hard. She quickly kneeled up to look into the camera again.]

What?! When? With who?

[decblake-blog]

[Declan leaned forward, forgetting that he couldn't reach out and catch her through a webcam. When she popped back up, he stared at the camera, surprised that he got that much of a reaction from her. When she began firing off questions, he opened his mouth and then closed it again. After a minute, he spoke] Wait -- are you okay? You just fell.

[lenaortiz]

[Lena couldn’t help but smile when he brought up that particular conversation. She nodded multiple times.

Yeah…it’s not one I would forget.

[decblake-blog]

[He chuckles, playing with the end of his shirt] Same. But, uh, remember when I said I was a virgin? [His face reddened again] Well, uh, I'm not...anymore.

[lenaortiz]

[ She nodded towards the screen. She was still smiling, and she still had her hand in her hair.]

What is it?

[decblake-blog]

[He ran a hand through his hair]

Do you remember our conversation last week? [He tried to ignore the way his cheeks turned a little pink] About sex?

[lenaortiz]

[Running her fingers through her hair, she giggled. She played with the strings of her hoodie.]

Not much, just studying. What about you Curls?

[decblake-blog]

[Declan watched her play with her hair, wishing that she were with him so he could do it himself.]

I just got home. I have something to tell you.

[lenaortiz]

[A wide smile spread across her lips as he came into view. Sometimes she found it hard to believe that they were the same age. He looked so innocent in the right lighting.]

Hi me. 

[decblake-blog]

[He found it hard to control his grin when he was looking at her. He leaned forward and pulled the laptop lid down a tad, adjusting the camera] 

What's up?

[lenaortiz]

[A blush crept up onto Lena’s cheeks. as she read over his own words. Her friends kept calling her stupid for paying this much attention to some “online” boy, but she knew Declan, and she really liked him. She like, liked him.]

i can take a quick break now if you want…

[As soon as she typed the words, she waited a few seconds before pressing the video button. While she waited for him to answer her played with her hair to make herself look some what presentable.]

[decblake-blog]

[Declan tried not to grin like an idiot when his his laptop started ringing. He looked down and straightened his shirt and then spun his chair, checking to make sure there was no high school paraphernalia lying about. When he was sure that everything was the way it was supposed to be, he hit the green button, immediately smiling when Lena's face came into view]

Hey you.

[lenaortiz]

[Lena, who had been studying, looked up from her book when she heard a ping come from her laptop. She grinned, clicking on the now organe-yellow icon. She squeeled as she read his message. She hated to admit it but she was already free for him.] sorta, i’m studying so my replies might be slow. [She re-read the message a few times, not wanting to seem desperate. After a few seconds she finally hit send and went back to her book occasionally looking up to see is he had responded.]

[decblake-blog]

[Declan's face lit up when he saw that Lena responded. He read her message, biting into his bottom lip while drumming his fingers across his keyboard] 

okay...well let me know when you have a free moment. i want to video chat :)

[He sent his message and then leaned back in his chair, pulling his leg up to get more comfortable.]

[decblake-blog]

[Declan stomped up the stairs, ignoring his mother as she yelled for him to stop running. He slammed the door to his room behind him and made sure to lock it. Trying not to smile, he dropped at his desk, opening his MacBook up. He slid his cursor along the mousepad, clicking the Skype app and smiled upon seeing that Lena was online. 

you free right now?

He clicked enter, sending his message, eagerly awaiting a response.

[decblake-blog]

Lena: You're so mean to me.

Declan: I love you.

[decblake-blog]

Lena: *She rolls her eyes* Sports were never my thing in high school, sue me.

Declan: I'm just teasing you, babe.

[decblake-blog]

Lena: And which position are you playing? Goalie? Quaterback? No ---quaterback is football right?

Declan: Goalie is soccer, quarterback is football, babe. *He laughs* You're cute. But I play first base.