In case you didn't notice, there are a mother load of spoilers up in these fics... whoops. Probably should have laid that down first! But anyway here is Bodhi's perspective.


Bodhi

Chapter 2: Old Routines


I don't really know where I am.

And no, I'm not trying to be all existential, I'm being literal. All I know is that as soon as we all returned to the Here and Now everyone just kind of ditched me. I mean I mentored and saved the butt of the brat who just achieved one of the biggest soul catches I've ever seen. Don't I deserve a little credit? Now I'm starting to sound like the selfish, immature brat. Nice. Not only have I apparently become Riley, but even she has surpassed me on the maturity ratings. How could she, of anyone, just throw away the soul catch of the century to some manipulative excuse of a soul? Brat.

Not only did Riley and her little boyfriend – who I don't trust in the slightest, by the way – ditch me, but so did my own girlfriend. As soon as everyone else started to leave, Jasmine pulled some lame excuse about needing to visit a cousin or something – then poof. She kept acting strange around me during the celebration for Riley. Like she didn't want to be around me… So here I am. Storming off on some mission, hell-bent to wallow in my own confusion, loathing and jealousy, and ending up in a field in the middle of nowhere. It's a spectacular view, I'll give it that, but it isn't exactly what I need right now. I don't even know what I need, but it sure isn't here. Maybe I could make it where I need to be.

I stand up, brush off the grass from my pants, give up and switch them for a pair of tan board shorts, and begin to take in my surroundings. Now that I'm up and thinking, I remembered that I'd been itching to find myself a new place to live. No more of the old routines I'd become so accustomed to while living here. My fraternity-style mansion, complete with Greek inspired pillars and all, just doesn't cut it for me anymore. Once upon a time it was my dream to go to a huge, high-end college and end up in a fraternity, but that ship has sailed. I always have loved sailing… maybe something by the ocean. As soon as the idea pops into my head, the soft grass field beneath me ripples into a sparkling sea, sending me plummeting into the water.

After manifesting a beach, I found my way out of the water onto the golden, sun-soaked sand. I sat myself up, still letting the soft waves lap against my toes. Perhaps a house on the beach. That could work. No, I needed something more serene and different. I got it. Standing up once again – this time without bothering to brush off any debris from myself – I imagined before me a narrow and seemingly endless wooden boardwalk rising from the glimmering ocean. After shortening the boardwalk to a much more realistic length, I designed a small, tipi-like house at the end. The wood and straw building contrasted fantastically with the soft emerald sea below. Now this is home, I sighed to myself.

I created nearly anything I could imagine: from a hammock style bed, to both indoor and outdoor minibars, to beach accessories and even a full wardrobe of beach wear and any other form of clothing I could think of. Heck, even a suit for good measure. Unfortunately, as I lounged on my hammock bed – with an open roof overhead to view the recently setting sun – my mind began to relax. While in this weak mental state, no matter how hard I tried, I just could not get one single image out of my head. Her. The air heaving straight out of my chest – maybe not so literally – at the mere sight of the long waving blonde hair, the full lips, and the piercing blue eyes that shot straight through my entire being. I shot up, and while attempting to get off of my bed, landed on the cedar floor with a loud thud. I then started running. It seems while even in my own perfect oasis I still could not escape the nightmare I had yet to face.

Riley.

And whatever the heck happened back there to make her look like that, and make me feel this… whatever this is. All I know is that I just started running, sprinting is more like it. I had no idea where I was headed, but something inside of me was determined to get there.