'Fireworks'

It took everything I had to focus on the obnoxiously bright and loud explosions currently colouring the sky pink and gold. BANG! Again, 'look at me, look at me!', this time in green.

Why did I agree to come tonight? It wasn't like me being here made any difference to anyone. BANG! POP! I didn't have to come just because he asked me to. I could have said no. I should have said no. He shouldn't have asked me to come. BANG! Bang in red and blue. It was bloody selfish of him. Asking me to come here, so I could see what? Stand a few feet from him with his arms holding her to his chest? He's with the wrong girl.

BANG! Gold whizzes through the air. I know it. He knows it. Hell, even his friends repeatedly comment on it. I never believed in the whole 'fireworks when they kissed' idea.

POP! POP! POP!

Until I kissed him. But he didn't want a relationship. Wasn't in that place. We're better as friends, at least for now. But it was going to happen. Something in me knew it. 

Then with a BANG and some sparkle, she exploded between us.