Amber Breth
❝Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.❞
❝Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.❞
Amber's mind buzzed excitedly about the party. Raiding Lacey's closet was always fun, considering it was basically a wonderland of colors and choices. Dresses, skirts, shorts, tank tops, jeans, sweaters, tshirts, pants, jackets, blouses, it was basically a store itself. Not even to get started on the amount of shoes and accessories she had. Amber felt lucky enough to be around the same shoe size as Lacey, even the same height. It was kind of a balance they had though, Lacey was always good with the fashion and Amber was always more of a hair person. She loved doing other's hair. She wondered what she'd do with it tonight, probably just leave it down as usual. Violet mentioned something about a shirt she called dibs on, and playfully pinched Amber's nose. She smiled, glad that Violet didn't seem to let anything come between their friendship. It was a bit awkward at times, but Amber liked Violet nonetheless.
The diner was busy, and smells of various foods filled around her. The town they lived in was pretty small, and she could easily pick out familiar faces she saw among the area. Most of the light from the place came from the windows, and lamps that hung above the booths. They sat at the largest tables the place had, one that had a bench area that wrapped around three quarters of it, the other side left for chairs.
Amber sipped her milkshake slowly, the cold vanilla melting on her tongue. She was careful not to drink it too fast, because she dreaded the numb aching pain in the head that resulted in doing so. She did everything a bit cautiously, if anyone noticed or not. It added to her delicate presence, and her lovely ladylike facade. She was pretty clean, and liked to always look presentable. Not to be labeled a perfectionist, as she deals well with conflict. It's accepted and either fixed or looked over instead of worrying and stressing over small flaws. Often the girl overlooked small details that seemed unimportant.
By now, so it seemed, everyone was going to the party. There was a mix of happiness and regret. If Nathan was going, maybe she shouldn't invite the random guy. But then again, Nate wasn't even that thrilled about going, and as it seemed Amber wouldn't see him without Violet the whole night. She was torn between doubt and hope, that he'd even talk to her there. She looked at him, he seemed uncomfortable by all of it. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits that he'd accepted to go to the party, though Amber still had a dazed look about her. She'd become a bit quiet and she couldn't quite tell why. She then glanced beside him at Violet. She didn't know what made it so easy for Violet and Nate to talk, but Violet seemed happy around him. She herself had a sinking feeling, who was she to try to take someone's happiness? Hers wasn't more important than anyone else's. She looked back to Nate, trying to read him as well, but something about him always seemed distant and unpredictable. It constantly made her curious and want to know more, but he seemed to keep her at arms length.
The attention had been turned to Britton now, who had all eyes pressing onto him. Everyone was concerned with his bloody knee, asking him questions as to what happened. Amber bit her tongue, not even bothering to speak this time. She was still a bit sore from the response she'd gotten ten minutes ago about being concerned with Violet to have the same thing happen in front of her without trouble. She quietly excused herself to the bathroom, and gave Lacey a look that she didn't need to go with her.
Girls had that habit of traveling to the bathroom together, but Amber just wanted to touch up her hair and makeup, not exactly in the mood to talk. Ever since she'd been getting these flashbacks she had a weird feeling. There was something missing, numb about her that felt wrong. Like she was an unfinished painting. She longed to be completed, but had no idea where to pick up. It sometimes got her down, but being around her friends always brightened her mood. Not today as much, though. Everyone seemed to be having some sort of issue much deeper than they showed, and it was hard for her not to interrogate and mother everyone she could get her hands on.
She got up and walked gracefully to the girl's room. She slipped inside and stared at the girl in the mirror. She pressed her hands to the cool sink for support, leaning slightly forward. Her eyes showed a gorgeous blue-green. Almost like the ocean, the swirls in the iris tossed like waves, the contrast glowing under her long eyelashes. But, water slowly filled them, and her face twisted away from her smile.
Her eyes had never shown blue before. Always a pure grey-green.
Who was she? The name Amber didn't even seem to fit right anymore. But like any other strong girl would, she blinked away the water, and took a few deep breaths. When she looked again, the blue was barely even there. Maybe it was all her imagination anyway. She tossed her hair in place, and ran her fingers through as a brush a few times. She touched up her eyeliner, making sure it wasn't mangled.
She exited the empty room, and began heading back to the table when the blond boy stopped in front of her. He was easily 7 or 8 inches taller than her, and in flats he somewhat towered over her. She looked up at him with a small smile, as he looked down with a similar grin. They stood for a moment, both still before the boy spoke. He had a friendly but flirty smile, with lovely straight white teeth. Basically many high school girl's dream boy. "Hey," he started, his voice was smooth and casual. "I'm Colin." She almost didn't answer, lost in whatever she was held by. "Amber." She got out, but felt instantly stupid as she'd only said her name. Another table waved him over, drawing his stare from her to the distance, he gave her an apologetic look and began to move around her. She stepped aside but quickly turned around and spoke, "hey, there's this party tonight... You should come." she offered. He nodded, as he took out his pen from behind his ear and scribbled down his number on a piece of paper. He hand it to her, with another charming smile that was basically his signature at this point.
She made her way back to her friends, slipping back into her seat beside Lacey. She smiled mysteriously as she handed her best friend the paper to see. She raised an eyebrow, interested of her friend's reaction. In the back of her mind she wondered if Nathan had seen any of this, but hushed the thought with doubt.