The Meringue Rainbowcy~A Legacy Gone Technicolor Update 4/10/12

It was dark though the lights in the city proved otherwise as it was illuminated enough to make it seem like day during the night. Shadow Sea and I wove through the crowds on the street trying to get to the subway station in time to catch the last train that would take us from downtown back to his parents’ house. There were a lot of oddly dressed berries out that night though Shadow Sea acted like nothing was out of the ordinary with them. But I guessed he must have noticed the confused look on my face as he looked back to grab my hand so he could navigate us through the crowds more efficiently. “Street performers, you’ll probably end up going to school with a few of them. It’s how some of the students make money, instead of getting actual jobs. As some of them say “its living art.” ” He explained when I stopped for a moment in a fit of curiousity as I starred up at them in wonderment

There were several that had been set up and painted to look like living statues that stayed stationary only moving to go into another pose. Shadow Sea had to work harder to pull me away from those; it was almost like being in another word the city at night. “Starry come on, we’re going to miss the last train and then we’ll have to walk back to my house. By the time we get back my dad will have already called yours and we’ll both be grounded.”

cupcake wrote: Thankyou Thea, Kitty, Cami and ZebraPrints

Here is a quick peak for those that haven't seen it yet from the next chapter.

Late Friday evening while I was painting away a typical Friday night in front of my easel, letting the world disappear in swirls of color as shapes slowly emerged only to be turned into figures and landscapes like some fairytale giving its blessing there was a knock at my door. Ignoring it I continued on painting not to be disturbed as I tried to combine that sound in my mind with the beating of the drums that played not so softly, but not intrusive from my stereo. “Starry?” I heard my father’s voice from beyond the door but I was in my own world where I choose that the only existence was I, my easel, brush and music. “Starry Night I know you are in there.” He said louder, insistently and firmly that made me hesitate in my painting. I had almost a whole summer away from easel and I wanted to do right now was to get back to the only thing that made me, well me.



“Starry Night Meringue…” I heard him say my voice in a tone that should never be ignored and decided to stop pressing my luck for now since it was evident that I wouldn’t be left alone. Best to give it the Band-Aid method and get this over as quick as possible. I thought as I sighed while putting my brush down.

As close as we were my twin and I, how exactly do you tell someone that “Hey I looked in the mirror tonight decided I hated myself and life so I cut off all of my hair? If I didn’t think I could feel any worse before I started cutting I was wrong because now I do and I look like a boy too to top it all off.” But I didn’t say any of that instead I replied “I decided I was due for a change.”

“No…No you can stop now if you want.” I said shakily before a moment of silence passed between us as I absorbed what he had told me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know more though I knew from his agitated state that he wanted to stop but I couldn’t help but ask “Will you ever tell me? On your own I mean?”



“I guess one day when I feel comfortable enough to do so. My past and I is not easy subject for me… with you. For one thing it brings up to many memories and I don’t want those memories while I’m dealing with today. I don’t think that you would stick around that long if you really knew me.” Sanguinello said before turning his back on me and walked over to the window. I didn’t need to see his face to know how he was feeling his stance was enough to tell me. From the way he had his arms crossed tightly against his chest as if trying to comfort himself to his chin that laid tightly tucked into his collarbone.

Her hand was just a mere few millimeters from my own but still close enough for me to feel the warmth that radiated off of it on crisp night. Nights like these always made me think of Fall when my mother would even though the temperature would barely drop make all sort of apple dishes and ciders. Our home would smell of apples, cinnamon, other spices and things that most of my friend’s parents would buy air fresheners to replicate those scents. I might have mumbled something about this while we sat together looking up at the stars, anything but to look directly at her and let the conversation stop. I could have kicked myself for feeling nervous about what I knew was going to happen next. It’s not like I had never kissed a girl before, I had had a few girlfriends though none had seemed to appreciate my go with the flow attitude when it came to relationship statues. It’s not that I wanted to date other people like they always seemed to thing. If it was going to be serious then just let it be serious, labels were just words and they didn’t define how one felt about another. But now as I stole a few glances at Can-Can while listening to her talk with that Creole accent heavily salting her words I found that label looking quite tempting. Just the same as her broad and abundantly colored cotton candy pink lips seemed to call my name... Oh wait she really was saying my name “Porfirio? Hey? Is everything ok Porfirio? You’ve got that lost look on your face that your sister gets every so often like reality be damned as you’re trapped somewhere in your thoughts.”

“I’m done with the breakups and get-back-togethers. All I want is you, it’s all I ever wanted.” I began to cry feeling the large wet tears roll down my cheeks blurring my view as I clasped his hand tightly as if it could keep him from slipping away from me again. “Please wake up, I swear to Berry if you do I won’t start a fight anymore over trivial things like whether or not you looked at that girl or if I took your last piece of gum.” I laughed as a memory quickly jotted through my mind while I pushed away the tears with the back of my one hand as I still gripping his. “I love you. I love you, you silly boy who just had to go and do this. I know I’ve probably said it a hundred times in the course of our relationship but I’ve never felt it more than I do now. I love you Midnight.”

Watching the cars zip by me below as their lights formed trails of lines, it seemed like time and everything was moving faster than it really was. The pain still gripped my chest as it felt like it was still attempting to implode. My breathing was still fast and short and even though deep down I knew I was technically breathing just fine I still felt as if I couldn’t breathe at all. There was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to curl up into a small ball and wait till it past again but an even larger part wanted it and everything else to be over with, to make it all just finally stop.