OLLA! I really hope you like this one. A lot of ideas, I've made some changes to the main plot. Finaly decided where mike (Mitchell) comes in. Thinking about character death (not telling you who though). I'm also pondering narrator change for a while. That's not certain or anything. And if I do do that its not now. It's a lot later. But I'm not sure; id like to know what you guys think of that for a while or for the rest of the story. I think Im just gonna stick with Charlie
As you have noticed im not naming all the characters anymore, if you still have difficulties just ask and ill do it again or think of an other way.
I do not own any of the character only the plot and story line…SO BACK OFF (I just felt like adding that).
LASTLY! (I know long note): I want to thank all the reviewers you guys have nohow much it means to me!
Oh and―no Im just kidding XD
Chapter six: Miranda and Jonny reveal
Well this was definitely awkward. We walked slowly side by side not saying a word. I wish Casey was here; she's good with awkward situations. Maybe I shouldn't have left her alone in a car with four strangers, though. Why am I so over protective of her? I feel like Christopher. I should― CHILLS.His arm brushed against my shoulder and sent goose bumps through my whole body. This was so strange. A random guy saves my life three times, and then my friends' and I'm super confused as to how those events occurred. God this is weird. We descended the stairs to the underground subway and began walking up the corridor. I threw the spare change in my pocket into the guitar case of a twenty-year old playing the instrument.
"So…" he said.
"So" I repeated. He suddenly became tense and a glassy look swept over his features and eyes. "Listen, I― " I began.
"Heyyyey p-p-pretty la-la-d-d-dy" A man in his late 40's said while grabbing my arm. He was obviously homeless and drunk or high ―take your pick―. He was dirty but his overall appearance didn't faze me. I saw Jonny's arms flex as he crouched a bit as if he was about to attack him…which he was. But I didn't need him too. I have lived in New-York my whole life; I knew how to protect my self. Before he made a move I swung my leg up and allowed the back of my heal to collide against the man's jaw. A crushing sound was heard above the noise made by the arriving subway. The man almost immediately fell to the ground and Jonny's expression of anger changed to shock.
"Come on" I said taking his hand in mine and pulling him into the vehicle. A tingly sensation lurked beneath my skin where his was. I quickly pulled my hand away and we sat down. There weren't many people in this wagon: an old couple, a group of kids, a business man and a boy with curly hair. I would be getting off in seven stops.
"Where did you learn how to kick like that?" he asked clearly amused by my hidden skill.
"I took self defense classes when I was younger."
"I see…well, are you okay?"
I looked down at my arm, where my assaulter had held me. It had a red hand mark, but it didn't hurt.
"Just fine" I smiled.
"I ess ont nee ave a mes" He muttered clearly thinking I wouldn't hear.
"What?"
"Nothing, what did you want to say before that guy came along?" He asked obviously changing the subject. The subway had stopped and was now on it's way again.
"I wanted to apologize. The way I spoke to you at school today, it wasn't fair. I should be grateful. I f you hadn't been there when the car came and if you hadn't kept me from cones I'd be ashes right now. So I'm sor―"
"Don't say it"
"What?"
"Don't say you're sorry"
"Why not?" I said half bitterly, I was trying to be the better person here and he was denying me it.
"I just…you… there's nothing to apologize for."
"Fine"
We fell into yet another awkward silence for four stops until he decided to break it.
"You don't like me very much, do you?" He actually sounded a little hurt, which of course only riddled me with guilt.
"It's not that. I just…I don't understand. It all seamed too strange to be real, the way you were there. I know I shouldn't question my luck. Who knows, maybe you're my guardian angel." I smiled sheepishly at that last sentence.
He sighed. "Charlie I…God I shouldn't be doing this… Charlie…" he sighed once more. "They weren't coincidences, Charlie. The car, the parlor, the tree, the restaurant; I knew."
The boy with the curly hair started to cough furiously but it distracted me only for a second.
"What? What do you mean?" I said confused. I mean ever since that first time I was wondering how he knew but now he was right out saying it. The train stopped and started again.
"I knew you were going to get hurt. Charlie, I can see the future."
"What?" This just didn't make sense. "How―what?"
He drew in a deep breath before he started. "That time I bumped into you at the airport, the physical contact gave me my first vision. See, with strangers I need to touch them; and after a few times I can see their future from anywhere. I see people get hurt, die, a lot. I usually don't interfere with it because it just throws the world off balance. But you, you Charlie were different." He paused for a moment looking over my probably shocked expression. "People like me, we can see the aura of a person. It's this color they radiate from them and it shows their nature. The man who grabbed you, he was a faded shade of orange with brown and bright purple. See I've never seen anybody who has only one…color...until you. You're so…white…it's blinding. White is the color of, what you could call, good. People are usually white, yellow, green with some purple. You're the FIRST to ever be white, just white. I honestly don't know how I missed you in the airport, you aura is so blinding. How I just walked into you I'll never know."
Oh god. This is way beyond what I was expecting. How do I know if it's true? It's not. It can't be. This is ridiculous. Still, a bunch of questions ran through my mind. This is so odd. God, I should have chocked. The subway stopped, my stop.
"I- I- I gotta…go." I stammered before hurrying out.
"Casey wait I―" His voice was cut by the double doors closing. I looked over my shoulder and an even stranger thing happened: one second he was sitting there alone starring at me and the next the curly haired boy was next to him.
I walked home from the metro and was grateful that the night had brought fresh air with it. It couldn't be true. He couldn't be able to see the future.
Reasons that prove it's not true:
People don't have magic powers.
Oh god, I don't have anything else to put on the list. NO. NO! It's just NOT real. How can it be? Ok Charlie, just clear your head and don't think about this. I pushed the heavy metal door to the stair case of the apartment building open and started up the stairs. I'd take the elevator but I didn't feel like waiting for one. I didn't want to slow down. I opened the apartment door to see Miranda in her leotards and tights practicing some move.
"Hey Charlie!"
"Her Mir'"
"No! No Conner! I am not cleaning your mess! I'm…" My mother's voice faded into the kitchen. She was pacing in and out of the Kitchen and the 'open area'. That's what we call the room that you first enter when you walk into the house. It's just a large space.
"What's she going on about?" I asked my niece.
"Well from what I understood from her conversation, this 'Conner fella' messed something up with his client who used to be Gran's client a few years ago and he is asking for her help to fix it but your mom doesn't want to because she already has a huge work load and I think that it's not the first time he does this."
"You could have just said 'something at work', you know?"
"Whatever"
I laughed.
"Alright kid, I'll be in my room. I think I'm gonna start a project due in a few weeks."
"Look at you. The opposite of a procrastinator"
I laughed once more.
"Yeah, yeah… just don't break anything while you're practicing."
"Whatever" she repeated.
I had just closed the door to my room when…
"CHARLIE!!!" my mom wailed.
I went back down the stairs retracing my steps.
"Yeah mom?"
"Sweetie I'm going to be working late at night all this week and probably the next one." She began to put on her coat. "So I need you to pick Miranda up from her rehearsals and bring her to her last performance Sunday."
"Yeah ok, I should be spending some more time with the kid anyway."
"Alright thank you hunny." She planted a big kiss on each of our heads and left.
"Did you eat?" I asked her
Almost instantly we smelled smoke.
"Your mom was making chicken nuggets."
Both our eyes widened and we ran to the kitchen. I quickly turned off the oven and slipped on an oven mitt and retrieved the pieces of black chicken. Fun.
"Aw man I really wanted to eat those." Whined Miranda.
"Can you help me open the windows around the house to get the smoke and smell out please." I said while leaning over the counter reaching for the window.
"Yeah sure" She skipped to the living room.
Once I closed the window a strange thought dawned on me. Did he see this? Did he know? I shook my head as if shaking the thought out.
"What are you doing?" Miranda's voice chirped.
"Euh…I was… just trying to remember the number for the pizza place."
"Oh…get me some with pineapple please, I'm gonna go change out of this." She gestured toward her outfit.
"Yeah, sure. Anything else? Onion rings? Fries..."
"Onion rings sound good" she shouted from the guest room.
I grabbed the telephone and dialed the number that I've know by heart sense I was twelve. Sense my dad…
"Rockies pizza!" An overly cheerful voice exclaimed.
"Hi, I'd like…
It was now two hours later and Miranda and I were in the living room just talking. I put the project idea aside and decided to spend some time with her.
"…and then mom was like 'I swear I'll leave you Ron, I'll take Miranda and―ahhh!' and splash into the pool."
I doubled over in laughter just picturing my sister in her formal outfit all socked. I really can't wait to visit them. I stopped laughing when I saw Miranda's solemn expression.
"Mir' are you okay?"
"…"
"Miranda?"
"…"
This was something to worry about; her smile seldom left her lips.
"Miranda what's wrong?"
"Charlie, can I tell you something?" She asked looking up allowing me to see her green eyes."
"Anything, Mir', you know that."
"But you can't tell mom, dad or Gran!"
"I won't, I promise"
She looked down again, as if ashamed. I gave her the time she needed to come forward and waited patiently. Only a minute or two passed before she started.
"Sometimes, sometimes I wonder where…who...I wonder w-w-." She stopped, looked up, inhaled. "Sometimes I wonder who my real parents are."
She dropped her gaze back to the floor after dropping her bomb. I didn't know Miranda felt this was. I though being adopted never affected her. I should maybe say something, now. Sarcasm intended.
"Mir' you know there's nothing wrong with that, right?"
"There isn't?" She asked her orbs boring into mine, looking so innocent.
"No, there isn't. Why don't you ask Layla and Ron about them when we head there Monday?"
"I don't want to hurt their feelings. It's not like I want to go live with my biological parents I just want to know who they are, what they can do."
"What they can do?" I asked a little puzzled.
"Euh…yeah. Talents, skills… and stuff."
"Oh"
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