Hey! Welcome Back… if you're here that means you suffered through the first chapter and actually enjoyed it so... Thanks! I know at the end of the last chapter I said that I'd update on Fridays, but I think I'm going to be doing Thursdays instead. Sorry for the mixup! Hope you guys enjoy!

Phil's eyes squinted at his bright surroundings, and for a moment he was yawning happily in bed when the night's events came flooding back to him. The thunderstorm. The blackout. And the strange lightning. A shiver ran down his spine at the thought of it. Phil tried his best to push it out of his mind, he needed something to distract himself. He threw back his duvet and stood up walking to the door, ready to start the day, before he noticed something strange around him.

He could see perfectly fine without his glasses or contacts, at least he didn't think he had any on. With a quick reassuring check, he saw his glasses sitting tidily on his nightstand where he'd put them the night before, he stood there shocked for a moment and then beelined to the bathroom to see if he accidentally slept with his contacts in. Phil unscrewed the cap to the small container and his contacts lay neatly in front of him. He let in a sharp intake of breath and waved a perfectly clear hand in front of his face.

How was this even possible? He thought to himself. Less than twelve hours ago he was as blind as a bat but now he could see with no assistance required. Unless someone had given him laser eye surgery while he was sleeping, there was no way this was in the realm of possibility. It was amazing being able to see the same way almost everyone around could, but he couldn't even fathom how this could be real.

Phil shook his head; he couldn't get one clear thought through without another one ripping through his mind. He thought he should take a shower in order to calm down and allow himself the ability to think rationally.

He peeled off his shirt and shorts and reached out a hand to turn on the water. But before his hand touched the nozzle the spout burst to life in front of him! Phil jumped back and yelped in surprise. He held his hand in front of him. That couldn't have been me. He thought. But somehow he knew that he was lying to himself. He nervously ran a hand through his hair and then awkwardly held his hand out to the running water and it suddenly cut off. He held a hand up in front of his face as to examine it more closely, it still looked like it always had before, but just like with his eyes he knew that something impossible had changed him.

There was no denying himself now, he knew that he was doing this. He had … powers? It was just too crazy! The more he thought about it the more freaked out that he became, what was happening to him? He desperately wanted to take his shower and calm down even more so now.

Phil turned on the water (the normal way this time) and jumped in the shower letting the hot and steamy water run over his stress-filled body, he needed time to think, especially before he faced Dan.

Dan.

Oh god, I can't tell him, he'll think I'm a freak! He wouldn't be able to live around me when I have powers that I barely know how to control! No, I can't tell him. Not yet, at least. He decided to himself. I'll just have to keep it a secret.

Dan woke up late, as usual. He was up until the wee hours of the night, running what happened through his head over and until finally, he couldn't keep his eyes open. Something about the storm last night didn't seem natural, it just felt … peculiar. Just thinking about the memory sent tingles down his spine.

He rolled out of bed, trying to send the night's events out of his mind. He drew his thoughts to what he would have for breakfast, still disappointed that his favorite cereal was gone. He rounded the corner into the kitchen and opened the cupboard that held all the cereals and surprisingly found an unopened box of his favorite sitting in the front of them all.

Dan was taken aback, that was impossible! He had scoured that cupboard the day before looking for cereal and there was no way he could have missed a perfectly new box sitting right in front of him. Yesterday morning Phil had promised to buy him a new box, but he was with Phil the whole day yesterday and Phil was definitely in no shape to leave the flat last night.

He stepped out into the hallway to ask Phil what had happened, but he heard the shower turn on downstairs, then turn off, and then back on again and stay on. What could Phil possibly be doing down there, Dan thought. He then brushed it off, as he now had other more urgent things on his mind.

Coming back into the kitchen, Dan gingerly lifted a hand towards the box, and poured himself a bowl. Dan leaned against the kitchen counter as he contentedly munched on his favorite cereal, his mind began to wander. It almost seemed like too much of a coincidence... What if he had… NO! That was not possible. He thought, Don't even go there. But Dan couldn't help but think that he had something to do with it.

He was thinking about his cereal when he suddenly found it sitting in his cupboard waiting for him, that had to be something. Glancing around him, he made sure that Phil hadn't returned from his shower, if he was going to try this he didn't want to look crazy in front of him. He had to test out his delusional theory, just to be sure that it wasn't a fluke. Either that or he was just psycho.

Dan looked at the empty countertop in front of him and pictured the first thing that came to his mind, a pencil. He focused hard on the pencil, never taking his eyes off the bar. He was finally about to give up and conclude that he was crazy, when an unnatural haze covered a small portion of the counter and a perfectly sharpened, yellow #2 pencil materialized into existence. It was as if someone had pulled the exact picture Dan was imagining and put it on the counter.

Dan dropped his bowl of cereal in shock and it shattered sending it and the contents all over the floor, he hadn't truly believed that it would work. He blinked several times to make sure he wasn't just imagining it, and gingerly reached out a finger and poked it. It felt as real as it looked.

I. Did. That. Dan thought in disbelief, breathing heavily. How was that even possible? Before he could try anything again, the shower downstairs turned off which meant that Phil would emerge any second.

This was not something that Dan wanted Phil to find out about, at least not just yet. He wanted to find out more about what he could do or what he was first. He quickly swept up the messy remains of his cereal and bowl into a dustpan and tossed them into the trash. At a last thought, he grabbed the pencil that he had ...created? Then Dan sprinted down the hallway and slammed the bedroom door before Phil could catch a glimpse of him. It was time to see what he could do.

Just as I finished this, I realized that there is absolutely no dialogue in this chapter oops... anyyywayys leave a comment and tell me what you think! And thank you guys so much for the reviews that you left on my previous chapter, your kind words and feed back mean so much to me!