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Thanks to jackiestolz for doing the beta.

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was out, it was already hot, and the birds outside could be heard for miles. For everyone else in California, life was simple, life was normal. There was no magic, or gifts and curses, or psychic powers. For Ian Hecox and Anthony Padilla, however, this was not the case, and hadn't been for some time.

Anthony woke up on this warm day, and headed down the hallway, where he saw Ian sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal. He stifled a joke about his friend's bowl haircut when he remembered what he wanted to know.

"Did you see anything?" He asked, as he did often, and walked to the fridge for the carton of milk.

"No." Ian flatly responded, continuing to eat.

"Liar. I know you did. Too embarrassed to tell me?" Anthony questioned as he pulled out a bowl and a box of cereal, needing to know.

"Why did you ask if you know the answer?" Ian said, flatly once again, and Anthony could tell he was trying to avoid the subject.

"Because I want to know what will happen!" He demanded, craving this knowledge like nicotine.

"And I say again, I didn't see anything!" Ian threw his arms up, a small warning for Anthony to drop the conversation.

"Yes you did." Anthony murmured as Ian stood up and put his empty cereal bowl in the sink. He knew Ian was lying, so he followed Ian walking to the hall with an annoyed and sleepy look on his face. His long pajama pants wiped all the dust with him, which he automatically kicked away before he entered his room.

Anthony still hadn't touched his food. He was more interested in the visions Ian had this time. He didn't care if it was very vague or weird. He wanted to know so badly what would happen on a day, even if the action was so small like someone asking him for directions, or dropping a coin on a busy street. It meant that he was prepared for it, to figure out way before the event took place what reaction he would have.
So Anthony followed his friend to his room with the bowl in his hand.

"Get out of my room, I wanna change," Ian said, slightly irritated. "And I wanna take a shower first, but you probably won't let me through."

Anthony shook his head. "Not until you told me, bitch." he said stubbornly, leaning on the door with crossed arms.

Ian sighed, knowing he couldn't resist. "Fine."

Anthony smiled. He always won if he wanted something from Ian. He waited for him as Ian was scratching his head thinking, making his hair messier.

"It was kinda blurry this time. Um, I saw an ice cream truck and a… girl in pigtails? Oh, and you were going to the hairdresser, which reminded me to go there, too."

"Is that it?" Anthony said, with slight disappointment, but he was used to these inadequate explanations from his friend. He knew Ian was having a hard time knowing what he saw every night.

"Well, if you'll excuse me." Ian walked past Anthony with a pile of clothes and went into the bathroom, shirtless and slightly annoyed.

"I can't see you naked? Only in your dreams, right?" Anthony joked. Ian shut the bathroom door, sticking his tongue out as he did so. Anthony laughed heartily as he went to his room and got dressed. He had an appointment at the hairdresser's in about an hour.

As Anthony went to the hairdresser and bought a Popsicle from the ice cream man, he thought about the first time he was aware of Ian's special gift. It was in his last year of high school when Ian told him about a weird dream he had, and all those things eventually happened. The young boys in their classes were so amazed by it, they never thought about how creepy or freaky it was that Ian saw visions in his dreams.

Ian described his visions as if you're watching a very bad movie. The zooming is terrible, the scenes are all over the place and he didn't know if the things would happen to him or to Anthony. He rarely sees the person who it is about and sometimes only sees an object, like a piece of paper or a flower.
Ian saw this gift more as a burden lately, which Anthony never understood. Ian saw answers for their tests, what girls were writing in their diaries and what kind of car their most hated teacher drives. He said his grandmother and his mother had this gift too, but he could never ask more about this gift because his mother and father both died in a car accident when he was young, and his grandmother suffered from dementia, both of which Ian liked to avoid discussing.

After the hairdresser was finished, Anthony decided to walk a bit before he drove home. The sun was lowering, and there were no people in the park where he walked. Anthony decided to Facetime with Kalel, to show his newly cut hair.

"Hey babe!" Anthony smiled as he saw the beautiful face of his girlfriend pop up in the screen. The connection wasn't perfect, but there was luckily no lag. He saw Kalel adjusting the lens so that she was on screen.

"Hi Ant, what are you up today?" Kalel asked cheerful. "Oh wow, that sun is bright!" She closed her eyes for the incoming light, scrunching her eyes and nose.

"That's because I'm in a park with no frigging trees," Anthony said. He turned so that he faced the sun and put his free hand above his eyes. "I'll just walk a bit further. And oh, by the way," he waved his hair in the wind, puckering his lips in a mock-sexy look. "How you like my hair?"

"Hmm? Something different about it?" She asked.

"Well yeah! I just cut it!" Anthony sounded a bit offended.

Kalel laughed. "Oh, sorry drama queen. It looks perfect, just as always." She kissed her hand and blew it to him. Anthony smiled and caught it. He then saw the ice cream truck again.

"I think I'll have another Popsicle." He licked his lips at the idea.

"I want one too!" Kalel pouted cutely.

"Too bad for you." Anthony said with an evil smile. He then saw a girl on her bike coming from up the hill. She would've been completely normal and unimportant to him, but he noticed she had pigtails in her hair.

"Oh, I was missing her." He thought aloud, recalling Ian's vision.

"Who?" Kalel asked, confused. She only saw Anthony watching forwards, but his expression changed from casual to concerned. "What's going on, Anthony?"

"She's going way too fast," Anthony said slowly. He didn't know if her brakes were broken or not, but with speed the girl was coming closer and closer, facing Anthony. Anthony hesitated for a bit, but then ducked away as the girl almost went through him.

The girl turned her head and stared at him as she rode past. She looked emotionless, with large, empty eyes. She was pale and cold looking, and Anthony felt a chill run down his spine as he fell out of her way. And then she clashed against the ice cream truck.

"What the fuck…"

Anthony was lying on the ground, terrified. Not because he almost got hit, but by the expression the girl had. Was she even alive? Wait, was she alive now? Anthony got out of his frozen state and ran towards the girl, who collapsed. As Anthony got to her, the truck started its motor and drove away.

"What the hell are you doing?" Anthony screamed to the driver he couldn't see. He lifted up the girl, despite how much she had alarmed him, and he went to his phone, which he dropped in panic earlier. Kalel was still on Facetime, waiting worriedly for an answer.

"Baby I need the phone to call – "

"Already did," Kalel said and winked. At that moment Anthony heard sirens.

"You're the best." Anthony said to her, slight relief in his voice, yet his mind couldn't stop racing.

Anthony hurried home after he talked to the police and saw the girl, who was about twelve, get carried away in an ambulance. He told everything to Ian, who was confused after the story.

"This shouldn't happen, right?" Anthony asked after he finished. "I mean, you only see people we have interacted with, or see accidents that happens to us, right?" He still was a bit trembling and sweating after what happened. He didn't see this coming at all, this wasn't what he was used to for the past 6 years.

"Well, I did saw the girl on a bike, now that you've mentioned it," Ian said, deep in thought. "Sorry, but you know how vague the visions always are," he added once he saw Anthony's angry face. "But I thought I couldn't prevent this from happening. I never saw you in it. Though I saw the ice cream truck riding away…"

"Yeah, what was up with that? How couldn't anyone just run away like that?" Anthony questioned, almost screaming. The knowledge that anyone could see a child in pain, and just run away, made him seethe with anger.

"I don't know dude. It's just… a weird day that's all," Ian said. He obviously was experiencing this for the first time. Ian closed his eyes, trying to recollect his visions.

"Trying to see in the future now?" Anthony made waves with his hands like a ghost, as he was sarcastically trying to look really amazed. "Can you see what other person is trying to kill me in the next hour?"

"You know I can't do that," Ian sighed. "Stop asking me that."

"So you can't…" Anthony didn't move for a second and then slapped Ian, hard, in the face. "…see this coming?"

Anthony stared at him in anger, and Ian stared back in shock, before Anthony raised his hand again.

"Knock it off!" Ian, very stressed and annoyed at this point, tried to hit Anthony too, but he got up and ran around the house, with Ian close behind him.

To be continued