beautiful like the rainbow.

he walks along the crowded corridor, feeling so alone in the world. not a single face can he recognize out of them all. he's gasping for air as he starts to panic. he pulls out his pocketwatch and reads 1:28, they were supposed to be there three minutes prior. the time keeps floating by until finally he lines up at 1:36 so as not to be late into the cinema. his heart skips a beat as the first arrives and he is no longer alone, then she turns to find seats and the panic in his chest resurfaces. he quickly makes his transaction before heading towards number 5. the girl taking tickets makes him uneasy, as if she's sizing him up. he grabs the 3D glasses and rushes through the door to find his friend. settling in, he realizes his glasses are broken, the arm snaps off, but it's an easy fix for a temporary situation and he doesn't want to face that girl again, so he doesn't budge. the two are alone amongst the patrons. he wants to tell her of so many things, terrified of her reactions. the others begin to arrive before he gathers up the courage. as a last minute thing he has put together little things for them all in the spirit of the holidays. she says those three word, I love you, and he can't understand why that has him grinning for so long. words should have no affect whatsoever on anything he does, yet her words have an almost... power over him. from behind his glasses he peeks over to the side every now and then during the movie. it was a great movie, no doubt about it, but he couldn't help but to multitask. he could go on about the movie for quite a time, gushing of it's brilliance, but as the credits begin to roll, he realizes he doesn't want that moment to end so quick. he considers changing everything in that one second, although in thinking he loses that chance. the lot of them head across the street to try their hand at bowling. shedding jackets, scarves, and loose objects in pockets, they begin. they go to choose names, keeping with a theme, which allows him to become Watson to her Sherlock. they laugh at the thought of Sherlock as a lesbian, rocking the dykey plaid, talk that it quickly distracted as he pulls out his pocketwatch yet again. a few rounds in and it is obvious that he will be winning this game without much difficulty, even as injured as he is. the time slips away and finally he faces the fact that he will have to head back to his solitude to spend the remainder of the day with the interwebs and watching milk. so he bids them all farewell as they leave him, alone once more.  <3 <3