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Your eyes are purple

"Dude...I just realized your eyes are purple." said my friend Markus, from across the lunch table. He's one of those junkies. People that do a crap ton of drugs. He only does marajuana though. He's a long, blonde haired geek, with green eyes, and blue toned glasses, and all of that thrown together, with a few zitz and such. I can tell he is high off his mind right now. I have no idea how he does it to not get noticed by the school staff.

"What are you talking about? How are my eyes purple?"

"Nah...they're more of like a reddish color." My other friend, Sarah argues. Sarah is one of those emo girls. She's got this hair style that's similar to Rainbow Dash, except it's red, with a black stripe along the right side. She wears a black vest over a black and red striped long sleeve shirt. She's one of those people that always has a piece of gum in their mouth, and she tends to chew it very loudly. Smack, smack, smack, smack.

"No...I'm telling you man...they're purple. no doubt about it."

"Are those contacts?" Sarah asks, getting close to my face. "I don't think so, because, a friend of mine wears colored contacts, and makes it look like the edge of the iris is blurred."

"Why the fuck are your eyes purple, dude? Are you gay, man?"

"No, I am not wearing contacts, and Markus, I would appreciate it if you didn't use the word gay in bad terms, it is very offensive. And no, I am not gay."

"What drugs did you take to do that?" Sara questions, still in my face.

"I don't take drugs okay? Do I look like Markus?" I whisper in her ear.

"Maybe a little."

"Can we stop talking about my eyes now?" I bark at her.

"Sure. How about your hair, and why is it longer than usual. Plus it looks blue. Just now, it seems to have gotten longer."

Okay...I am starting to freak out now. My eyes are red now, I guess, or purple, and my hair is longer. I was Vinyl YESTERDAY!! Why do I still look like her all of a sudden? Maybe I haven't noticed it yet. Maybe When I transformed back, it left my eyes rurple, or pred. A mix of red and purple. And my hair longer. Just to be safe, I excuse myself and make my way to the bathroom.

I head into the only open stall, out of the three, and lock the door behind me. I check my body for any signs of fur...Nope. No fur. Good. I feel my forehead next. No horn. Good. Next is my spine. No tail. Good. Next I look at my hands and feet to see if they're becoming hooves. No. Good. So I'm not turning into Vinyl again, which is great to hear. Becoming a pony in a school full of judgemental, drug induced, sex addicts is not a good place to be turning into a unicorn.

Suffice to the fact that I'm probably the only guy here who doesn't involve himself in that stuff.

I head back out of the stall and look myself over in the mirror. My hair is longer than usual and does take a bit after Vinyl, but it's not growing, or becoming bluer. Brown hair, with a blonde edge, with a blue hue isn't the best hair style I've seen. gonna have to ask mom to fix that when I get home.

It's nice to know Im probably the most averagely normal guy here that doesn't do all the drugs and stuff like I said before. Then again I got turned into a unicorn for a day, which is anything but normal. But it was just for a day. I do kinda miss being a unicorn for some reason. Maybe it was the belly rubbing I liked most.

Just for chins and grins, I circle my left hand on my stomach but it's not the same.

I can't help but laugh at myself for enjoying the fact I wasn't a human, let alone being a dude for that time. I just hope these signs of being Vinyl go away. Hell, I still even sound like Vinyl. I've always liked those girls with tomboyish voices, now look at me, I've got one that belongs to a character from My Little Pony!

I head back out to the school cafeteria, and join my friends back at our table.

"Dude, you were in there for a while, man, what were you doin? Beating your meat?" Markus asked, with a sly smirk adorning his face.

"No, I wasn't jacking off!!"

"Hey, you seem nervous about something. What's on your mind?" Said Sarah. She places a hand on my shoulder. Even through my green hoodie, I can feel the coldness coming from her hand.

"Me? I'm not nervous about anything."

"You can just tell us you're gay man. Its cool. A bit weird you like to suck dick, but hey, if thats what you wanna do for a living, then go right ahead."

"Markus, if you don't shut up, I'm gonna punch your face in!"

"HEY, EVERYBODY!!" He shouts, gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "LOGAN LIKES TO SUCK DICK!!" This boy trying to catch these hands, and yes they are hands this time! After he said that, everybody in the room begins to point at me, and laugh. I even hear a few people shout

"Gaaayyyeee!!" And cup their hands around their mouths.

One of the supervisors comes over, and yanks Markus up by the arm, and pulls him out of the room.

A few minutes later, the attention dies down, only a few people taking occasional glances in my direction.

"Well, that escalated quickly." Sarah smirks

"That kid is gonna die." Is all I say.

"Sure. Like you can fight." she gives me a roll of her eyes.

"Shut up."

"Fine, whatever." She snaps, leaving the table with her dirty tray.

I sigh, with a shake of my head as I pull my Iphone out of my pocket. At the same time, it goes beep beep! , signaling that I got a text. I unlock myhone to see the text is from Markus.

'I still think your eyes are purple.' Is all it says.

Fuck you Markus.

Later on, after school, I went to Tara, who I hope could shed some light on this eye situation.

I knock on her bedroom door, which she opens for me for the first time. Yeah, I think we bonded a lot yesterday.

"Hey, what's up?"

"So...at school today, a couple of my friends were arguing over what color my eyes are, cause they are still the same color as Vinyl, and I was wondering if you could help me out with this."

"Sure, come in!" She smiles, and hops onto her bed, patting the spot next to her. I take a seat next to her. "So what's going on?"

"I told you Whats going on." I deadpan.

"I know. I was kidding. But, anyway, Vinyl's eye color is actually a magenta ish color, but the shade of it makes it look red. And people tend to argue whether they are red or purple. They aren't purple I can tell you that."

"Okay. Go on."

"People tend to mix up purple and magenta a lot since they are similar colors, but, yeah, arguing over your eye color is to be expected."

"Okay, thanks, Tara."

"No problem, and what do think of my tail? I didn't really like the way it looked braided so I undid it, and did this!" She points to a pink ribbon near the tip, and a sunflower on the right side, close to the top.

"It looks nice, but if it were me, I would go with something more like a white tulip, and a yellow ribbon. But it still looks nice! maybe, if you could, like add a darker shade of red like in the middle, to give it more of a vibrant color but to not ruin the flow, and maybe use conditioner on it when you shower to make it shine a little."

"Since when were you into styling?"

"Rarity."

"Oh that might explain why! But I'm totally gonna try your idea! thanks for the advice!" Tara squeeze, hugging me around the waist.

"No problem little sis."

"Now, back to the eye color, I know I said they aren't purple, but it's like an optical illusion. But they do look purple."

"Oh my god, not again!" I moan.

"What?"

"My friend Markus wouldn't leave me alone about them looking purple!"

"Heh, heh. Sorry to hear."

"Yeah..."

Beep beep My phone rings.

Markus: Sup, purple eyes?