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UConn great Napheesa Collier named WNBA MVP finalist alongside A’ja Wilson, Alyssa Thomas
Former UConn women’s basketball star Napheesa Collier was named a finalist for the WNBA MVP award Thursday, finishing in the top five of voting for the third year in a row. Collier was joined as a finalist by Las Vegas Aces forward A’ja Wilson, Phoenix Mercury forward Alyssa Thomas, Atlanta Dream guard Allisha Gray and Indiana Fever guard Kelsey Mitchell. Gray and Mitchell are both first-time…
Pretend (Blue)
The thing is, some people hated being alone. Absolutely dreaded the thought of it. He found solace in it, however. Grayson had never gotten used to being around people and he never felt like he had too. Even in the gang, he wasn't that prominent. They called on him when they needed him. He didn't exactly feel bad when he was left out of certain things because he wasn't ever really taught he should feel bad about something like that. His mother had always not given a single fuck about what other people had thought and he thought that's just how you were supposed to be.
That didn't mean Grayson didn't pretend he wasn't alone when he was alone. Sometimes he would sit on the benches at the park and laugh to himself as he had conversations with his dead siblings. His mother had gone through so many miscarriages, he liked to pretend every now and then they were real people and they had actually existed. He didn't do it around his mom anymore, however, because it seemed to upset her.
Right now he was talking to his sister, and he was annoyed with her. "It's ok not to have friends. Why don't you realize that? Everyone seems to think you're supposed to pity someone who doesn't have any, and that's just complete bulldonk." Grayson didn't want to curse in front of his sister, who by his calculations would've only been 5. He thought about what her favorite color would've been. Orange. She seemed like an orange lover. Her mother had worn orange the day she had found out she had lost her, so yes, orange must be the one.
Grayson loved the color gray, and that wasn't just because it was part of his name. He found solace in the darkness, but liked the comfort of knowing it wasn't completely dark. There was still that light shade you could depend on. His mother loved the color green, his father loved red, or he thought so, with how much he made the color appear. His two imaginary twin brothers loved teal. He remembered how his mother had been wearing a teal headband when she found out she was having two kids! Oh how excited she had been. She had always wanted a big family, and after Grayson was born she immediately knew she wanted more. He felt like that was the greatest compliment you could ever give your child. His mother had picked out this teal crib for the kids, saying how much they would love it. All he could do was agree with her and help her splash the color on the walls. Three months later, he didn't say anything when his mother splashed the walls with beige, and on occasion, her tears.
Then a year later she found out she was pregnant again, and her hope rekindled. She didn't get as excited as before, and Grayson was sad when his mother didn't want to guess what her favorite color was, but he decided not to push it. When his orange loving sister was declared to not be coming as expected, his father seemed to become this fragile being. It took two years before they tried again. And now his two and half year old brother came to sit next to Grayson to tell him to stop fighting with Orange. Grayson sighed, knowing his little brother was right. It was pointless to fight about these kind of things. He noted that the sky was the color of his most recent brothers favorite color, midnight blue.
Grayson had always been fascinated with colors, because there was so fucking many. On top of that, there were the colors that he couldn't even see, and he wished so desperately to see them one day. He wondered if his siblings could see these colors. He wondered if his father would come home one day so he could ask him his favorite color. That's all he wanted to know. He didn't care about him just leaving him and his mother behind. He understood how much pain he had been in, or at least tried to.
As a couple walked by, he wondered if they knew each other's favorite color. Grayson had always believed you couldn't really know a person unless you knew their favorite color. He remembered fondly when Stellar had given him an odd look as she told him fuschia, and he had eagerly put it away in his brain to always remember. He knew he had to find out Mason's favorite color one day, but he never could bring himself to do it. It definitely wasn't the best time to ask Boss, especially when he seemed to be gone all the time. Grayson played with the his gloves awkwardly as he realized his siblings weren't there anymore. Instead, there was an actual person standing, not looking at him, but just looking out over the pond. His mother was always telling him to open up more to new people and start making some friends, but the thought always made Grayson cringe.
"Hey," he called out cautiously to the stranger. The stranger turned towards him, and he was surprised when one person became two. Some blond guy and a girl with red hair. "You guys wanna take my seat? It's not like I'm using it." The strangers looked at each other and the blond one shrugged. Grayson stood up to offer them his seat and was going to walk away when he was called back by the two.
He pretended to be happy as he walked back to the two strangers and sat between them. He asked them their favorite color, and the blond one said they loved the color blue. Grayson nodded and looked towards the other person. The redhead simply shook their head, saying they didn't really know. He began to feel hollow inside. People who didn't know their favorite color always felt like dangerous people to Grayson. He avoided them like the plague. "Are you sure you don't know?" They shook their head again and apologized. He began to think of his father, and shuddered, knowing he might never get to find out his favorite color. "Let's pretend it's red," he said, and the person merely shrugged. Grayson began to feel more comfortable in their presence at the thought of knowing, and asked the strangers why they were out so late.
The blond one began talking about being so stressed about having to spy on a group of people, while the red one began talking about the fact they had killed someone and they didn't know what to do with the body. Grayson felt like he should be shocked about their conversation, but he simply sat there.
It was only until about 10 minutes later, when the strangers walked away, that he realized he had only pretended to talk to the strangers. He had never been brave enough to say anything, he had only eavesdropped. He began to feel like he had been alone for too long, and that his sibling weren't enough anymore. His mother had been right. He sat on the bench for the rest of the night, only crying when he realized he had to leave.
