Color Coding
Ashton was hurriedly flicking the pages in a Justice League comic. Focusing on the color combination as he went on.
"Ashton, take over the counter." His eyes flew up from the comic, as Katie -his boss- talked to him.
"Yes, boss." Katie's eyes stared intensely at him, making Ashton laugh in response. "What I know you LOVE, being called boss."
"Just, take over here. I have to leave for a bit, I'll be back before closing." Ashton nodded as he arrived, placing himself behind the counter. Taking in the view of the tiny little store.
Katie left Ashton all alone, to watch over her comic book store. It was tiny, but comfy. Couches, blankets and pillows spread around between the shelfs. Making it look like a Safe Haven for Nerds.
The little shop, named after a musical, with only one word being exchanged. Little shop of horrors, became Little shop of Comics.
Ashton looked around in the store, the best he could, from behind the counter. Making sure that no one was there and then he picked up the comic again. Analyzing the color combinations, trying to understand what each and every color meant; What purpose it has in the story, for the characters.
He himself was in love with colors. Drawing and creating characters. Matching colors to personality and moods.
Color coding clothes, each color has its own meaning and mood. It was something he did, everyday. Only Tony and Mary have been told how to decode the clothing. Because of this, he didn't have to talk, when he saw it as unnecessary.
It made Ashton less anxious and his friends less worried.
"Red is courage, there is no question about that." He mumbled, seeing Wonder Woman and Superman standing beside each other. Focusing on the comic, mumbling to himself. He didn't realize that the little doorbell had rang and a customer had walked in.
"You work here?" A dark voice asked him, from in between the shelfs. Ashton closed the comic in one swift move.
"Yes, need any help?"
"Both yes and no. I just heard you mumbling stuff. Like red, blue, black." The customer walked up to the counter, making it easier for Ashton to see his features.
Ashton stood in silence, not sure what to respond.
"I just wondered, uhm, what it was about?" The guy continued.
"Different colors have different meanings, in different situations and character design." Ashton blurted out as an answer. Not used to small talk with customers.
"You sound a bit like my brother. But he talks about words, instead of colors." The other boy laughed for himself, making a confused look appear on Ashton's face.
"Are you searching for something special?" He asked, breaking the silence that had taken over when the customer had stopped laughing.
"No, I was just curious about this place. I have seen it many times and have always wanted to walk in. But never had the time." The customer looked around, nodding for himself when he saw the couches and small tables. "Do you need to buy something or is it possible to just hang out here? Doing homework?"
"No one has ever asked that, but yes it is. My friend group comes here sometimes to study and hang out."
"Good. Me and my brother need a place away from home." The other boy said, sighing deeply.
"Sure, give me your name and I'll tell my boss about you two. So she's aware that you two will be hanging around." Ashton swept his hand under the counter, quickly picking up a stack of post-it notes and a pencil.
"My name is Cole." Ashton nodded and wrote down the name.
"Cool, well I'll see you another time."
After Katie had returned and they had closed the shop, Ashton had taken the bus who stopped closest to his home. He still had to walk two miles, but he didn't have anything against it.
He didn't like spending time at home.
'But who would like spending time in a caravan, located in a caravan park, obviously. With their deadbeat dad?'
'As I thought, no one.' He sighed with relief when he didn��t hear his father inside. 'He is not home, thank god.'
Ashton took out the small key, from his black skinny jeans and unlocked the small door belonging to the caravan.
When he stepped inside, he dropped everything he had been holding. Picking out his phone, as he felt it buzzing in his pants.
*1 text from MaryKilledHerLambs*
He huffed out a slight laugh at his friend's name on Viber.
MarryKilledHerLambs: It's tomorrow. You want to hang out?
AshTheFlash: I can't.
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