Jackson deleted his self text to Holt for the third time, starting again, while walking slowly down the hallway.
It was lunch period and he was still incredibly confused. Going on a date now, apparently on Sunday, he still wasn't sure what Frankie meant by splitting the date. Or even if there should be a date.
The one time he had a social life he had to be in the middle of an emergency situation.
A really long lasting emergency situation.
He'd left class pretty late, so the hallways were empty, taking his time to go to the Mad Science classroom and check if the door was unlocked again so he could get the final ingredients to recreate the potion.
Typing again to future Holt:
So we're going on a date now? I mean I'm happy… it's Frankie but after the sleepover…
He made a face, deleting it again, he'd argue to himself about this later. Looking around the hallways getting even more anxious as he approached the science hall. Double checking for emptiness, most of the classrooms were dark too. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure if Monster High even had more than one lunch period. They were a small school…
For the second time today, suddenly tripping on something he really should have been aware of.
Falling on his face, as he grabbed his headphones adjusting them. Making sure they weren't sliding off, or flying off for that matter.
There was nothing by his foot. Nothing in the hall for that matter.
Ghost…?
Running over his list of monsters and their rules and powers. Standing up and looking around confused, and frankly a little weirded out. More confused than scared really.
"Guh!" he cried out as an invisible force pushed him, slamming him into a wall space between an empty classroom and a locker. Holding him there.
"InvisiBilly?!" he accused…
asked…
hoped?
"Hey I got him!" he heard what was clearly InvisiBilly's voice.
"What are you doing?! What are you talking about?!" he asked struggling. Grabbing InvisiBilly's arms and wrestling against him, ending up on the floor again, getting pinned down. Hearing clicking in the halls above Holt's music that was obstructing most noises.
Which explained how he was snuck up on so easily.
Turning his head to see dark green heels, leading to light green legs, to a dark green skirt and…
His eyes widened.
"Hey woah, no no no no" he managed to push InvisiBilly off him, before he was grabbed around the chest from behind, like a tight hug, struggling some more as he was pulled back to the wall "Woah there InvisiBilly" he struggled "You know I don't swing that way."
"Shut up!" InvisiBilly squeezed him tighter "Scarah!"
Jackson let InvisiBilly support his weight as he wanted to sink into the ground, looking at the invisible boy's girlfriend approach, adjusting her green alice band, clouded pupils looking at him.
"Hm…" she stood there a minute squinting; evaluating him.
Jackson stiffened up feeling a pressure in his head. Trying to think about the music he was listening to instead, trying not to think about…
"He's definitely hiding something" Scarah confirmed.
Jackson heated up, knowing he was in trouble now.
"You can't hyde from a telepath" she warned "I can hear all your thoughts and…" her face dropped.
Then she looked angry.
"What?" InvisiBilly noticed her expression, loosening his grip.
"That isn't Holt." she squinted grimly.
Crap.
Scarah got close to him, and Jackson pressed InvisiBilly up against the wall "Some sort of… imposter."
"Shapeshifter? I knew it!" InvisiBilly squeezed him aggressively.
"Hey! Ow! I'm not a shapeshifter!" Jackson protested. Well he was but it was really just a two switch thing.
"Well I know you're not Holt Hyde, Mister, what did you do with the real Holt and Jackson!" Scarah accused.
"What! Scarah! It's me!"
"You, aren't Holt."
"Of… course I… am!" he protested breathing harder trying to just get out of the situation.
"Ow!" InvisiBilly suddenly lost grip as, Jackson shoved away, apparently getting too hot to touch.
Jackson took the opportunity to start to run away, not getting far, before Scarah's eyes widened. She gasped.
"Jackson!"
He froze, stumbling.
"Umm…"
Double crap.
"Oh. My.. No… Noooo. You didn't. It is you isn't it!?" Scarah put a hand to her mouth.
"Wait." InvisiBilly momentarily became somewhat visible, Jackson stepped back into the opposing locker wall cranny. "What do you mean…?" he sounded cautious and… weirded out.
"Um. No…" Jackson wasn't the best liar to normal monsters, much less a telepath.
Scarah put her hands to her cheeks looking surprised and confused "No… it is you. I know it's you. I know everyone in the school, and that's…"
"Scarah…" Jackson started not sure how to even start to explain. Feeling sick. No one was supposed to find out.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
He wasn't counting on this.
"I couldn't tell in the hallway earlier and-" Scarah rubbed her head. Jackson feeling the pressure again "It really is you… I…" she looked concerned, full of pity.
Jackson felt like he was going to cry.
InvisiBilly piped up "What does she mean by Jackson…? Do you mean like…" he started to visify looking mildly horrified.
"Jackson just.. admit it, we know it's you." Scarah chided gently.
Jackson was literally backed into a corner on this one. He could always run away, but was concerned if they told an adult or something…
He sighed, voice dropping back to his usual "Yeah it's me…"
"Woah." InvisiBilly stepped back "Your… voice."
"Yeah I know... " Jackson scratched his neck feeling defeated, and scared "I… no one was supposed to know…"
"Well what did you do?! What happened?" Scarah asked getting closer to him apprehensively.
"I got hit in the head with a coconut." he retorted flatly.
"Really?!" genuine surprise and belief.
"What? No. That was sarcasm. You're a telepath!"
InvisiBilly broke out laughing "Oh. My ghoul. So… that mad science experiment you needed me for?"
Jackson's face felt hot, it feeling like he was laughing at his failure. When it was really probably over his girlfriend's odd inability to pick up on his sarcasm.
Scarah sensed the insecurity and jabbed her boyfriend in the ribs.
"There was an experiment?" Scarah started to ask.
"Ehhh" Jackson hunched over to his usual stance "I don't really wanna talk about it."
Before his peers suddenly stiffened up looking down the hallway.
"What?" Jackson asked looking in the same direction.
"You don't hear that?" InvisiBilly hissed fading back to hide, a jangle of keys.
His heart both picked up from fear and frustration, half deaf from Holt's music.
"Nightmare." Scarah started "We can hear her hooves, she or the Headmistress are nearby."
"Yeah and we don't need any additional questions in any case, even if we aren't doing anything particularly wrong." keys emerged unlocking the class next to them "I'm calling an emergency meeting of the disappearing club. Everyone in favor say-"
"Aye, let's go." Scarah grabbed Jackson's wrist pulling them into an empty dark room quietly. All piling into the corner away from the door window. Though it was frosted glass and no one could see through, a precautionary measure.
Suddenly Jackson was smacked in the head by Scarah "Now. What did you do?! Because whatever it was, is wrong on all levels!"
"Hey!" he scooted away from her still anxious from a potential horse hall monitor roaming the halls "It was… an accident."
"It's still bizarre hearing your voice coming out of Holt."
Jackson didn't even know where in the room that phrase came from "Could you please stay visible for a minute?"
"I… can't. Nightmare's making me too anxious. Scarah is she out there?"
"If she is, out of range sorry." then proceeded to glare at Jackson.
"It was an accident!" he explained standing up and going to sit on a desk, not liking being in the spotlight "No one was supposed to find out till I fixed it…" he looked at his hands and sighed.
"So that chemical mess two days ago… you actually drank it and… wanted to be Holt for a day?" a white blue hand slowly appeared gesturing.
"Nooo." Jackson huffed "We were… trying to…"
Scarah put her hands to her mouth again "Separate?! Why? You could have seriously hurt yourselves!'
Jackson groaned "I know just… we were both just getting really fed up with the situation and thought it'd be a good idea ok?!" he pouted "It was worth a shot alright?"
"No. No, it wasn't. Seriously! Messing around with your… everything. You could have died."
"Well I didn't… so far."
Jackson frowned, contemplating if that was a forewarning of doom or not, she was a banshee couldn't she sense death?
"I can't predict death till I'm really old Jackson." she snapped at him, and Jackson felt bad for thinking it. Not like he'd know better...
"Oh is he thinking about how you just predicted he'd die from the potion? Because you totally jinxed that. We should check on how that test mouse did… "
Scarah slapped solid air, always knowing where he was.
InvisiBilly whined.
"Yes I know you deserved that." Scarah confirmed one of InvisiBilly's thoughts "Honestly, everyone at this school thinks I'm going to call out the end of the world or something."
"Well I'm not going to die, right?" Jackson piped up "This is fixable?"
"I wouldn't know…" Scarah huffed "Not to sound like a snitch or anything but.." she bit her lip looking at the frosted window that Nightmare and/or Bloodgood, may or may not have been around "Maybe you should really tell someone beside us."
She forced it out of him, he didn't technically tell her, but that was beside the point.
"That's not an option." he gripped the table tight lipped.
"Jackson, this is like. A medical emergency. You don't just wrap up a broken leg and limp around hoping it'll go away. You tell someone who can help you? Isn't your mum a doctor?"
"Why does everyone know that? And it's just… out of the question." he stood up pacing a bit nervously.
"Well why not? It's really not that embarrassing" Scarah reasoned shrugging.
"Yes it is." InvisiBilly suddenly appeared incredibly close to Jackson, causing him to jump and InvisiBilly to giggle. "Especially on Holt's end, now that, I have to see. Poor thing stuck in glasses and a bowtie." he snickered.
"It's out of the question, because one of the ingredients I used to uh. Experiment on myself are also chemicals commonly stolen to make a popular party drug…" he scratched his piercing looking down, thinking back to if they could make it to Mad Science before lunch ended.
"Shush." Scarah suddenly told them all firmly.
All taking these words in particular as warnings of doom.
Bloodgood for sure. Very close.
Jackson jerked at the surprise of a voice in his head. InvisiBilly catching him before he crashed into the desks. Invisible again, must have been nervous.
They had to be quiet but… he thought firmly at Scarah.
I can't tell anyone.
They'd know you weren't actually making the drug with it.
They might expel me for stealing the chemicals at all.
InvisiBilly pushed Jackson back up to stable positioning, then whispered "I can tell you're thinking at each other you're getting that stupid look..."
Your monster type has a history for it, I'm sure you could-
InvisiBilly was helping me steal them with his janitor's keys. Jackson mentally reminded her
Scarah suddenly started staring at InvisiBilly without him knowing why "What?" he asked insecurely.
Jackson felt less pressure in his head and watched as Scarah silently fixated on her boyfriend's location, and made subtle varying expressions, going to concern, and anger than… annoyance?
"Hey what's that supposed to mean?" InvisiBilly suddenly said outloud.
Jackson was completely lost.
Scarah turned away from him crossing her arms.
"Well I'm sorry I was being a good friend. I owed them a couple of things." he protested back at Scarah.
Jackson felt bad for getting him in trouble.
Well he assumed that's what just happened.
"Bloodgood's gone." Scarah sighed out, standing up and fixing her hair.
"Finally." InvisiBilly's face appeared again, sitting on a desk "So what's the plan?"
"The plan is… you two don't tell anyone while I get the last ingredient I need." Jackson explained "Then I recreate the potion, try it again and it should work. Right? I mean if it switched me to begin with… it should switch me back?"
InvisiBilly shrugged. Scarah looked worried.
He rested against a cabinet behind him though looking at his two new friends. "I wasn't counting on anyone finding out but… it feels really good to tell someone." he admitted "It's really hard to pretend to be someone you've never actually met…"
"The voice thing still weirds me out" InvisiBilly repeated.
"William, he's just being himself." Scarah protested.
"Don't call me thaaat." InvisiBilly stuck out his tongue.
"Then don't make fun of his voice. I'm sure he's like only gotten to use it when he's alone." Scarah looked sympathetically at Jackson.
Jackson smiled back, of all people to find out at least they were most understanding. Scarah usually got what everyone meant to say, regardless of however it came out.
As opposed to like Frankie finding out and forcing him to tell his mom...
"Wait" InvisiBilly raised a hand as if to ask a question "Can't… Scarah just fix you?"
Jackson's eyes widened "Wait can you?"
"Invisi! I'm a telepath not a brain surgeon…" she seemed offended that he misinterpreted her powers.
"Scarah you're the only one on campus close enough to … mess around in there right?" her boyfriend asked supportively "Maybe you could figure out what's wrong?"
Scarah rubbed her arms staring at the ground "I… maybe... " she was thinking "You'd have to be open to it." she suggested to Jackson "And remember that I could mess up, it's very hard to … invade and move things around. I don't know what I could screw up…"
Well it explained why she was worried.
Because that did sound terrifying.
"But do you think you could do it?" Jackson asked meekly. In theory it sounded simple, she just needed to shove his mind back to his side of the brain and Holt back to where he belonged. Assuming that was the problem.
Scarah took a deep breath as if about to start yoga "May I evaluate you first? Let me just see if I can tell what the problem is? If I think I can just pop something back in place I'll try that..."
"Get comfortable~" InvisiBilly sang, scooting a chair over to him, that Jackson took. Placing one facing him for Scarah. Which she took politely.
"I never said yes…" Jackson spoke up.
"Well is it a no?" Scarah asked "This isn't a picnic for me either. Not going to do it if you don't want it."
"No… I want it." Jackson hunched over putting his hands on his purple striped pants.
"That's what she said~" InvisiBilly added going over to the classroom door and making sure it was locked from the outside.
"You're time keeper." Scarah pointed away from Jackson.
"And I'll shake ya out of it if anything happens."
Scarah suddenly put her hands on Jackson's "Are you ready?"
Jackson bit his lip unsure.
"There's no room for uncertainty here, I need your full permission to access everything in there. No holding back. Pretend I'm a doctor, you need to let me grab onto anything or everything or I could hurt you."
"I'll try." Jackson shrugged doing his best.
"Good enough." Scarah rolled her eyes. Well atleast that's what Jackson thought she was doing.
She adjusted his hands onto hers, and leaned in.
Press your forehead to mine please.
Jackson perked up, and did as he was told, as soon as contact was made everything going white.
His eyes were open but he couldn't see anything.
"I can feel him. In there." Scarah spoke up. Jackson unsure if mentally or she was talking outloud. "Oh my…"
"What?"
"You have… the most unique mind I've ever touched."
"... How many minds have you touched?"
"That's confidential, lad."
"Are you… blushing? I feel like I can tell that somehow."
"Only from excitement. You're incredibly… just…."
He didn't' like how she was talking about him like a scientist might stand over a new species.
"It's even better because you were born this way… I assume?"
"Yeah…"
"No forced rips from it, it's all natural…" she sounded full of wonder.
"That's nice, are you going to stop admiring the view and try to fix me?"
"I need to explore before I know what I'm doing. All these bits that are… yes I think that's him.."
"What?"
"Holt's blocked off from you somehow. It's incredibly fascinating. These bits are supposed to be way more open…But they aren't dead it's like… alive in it's own way. Just so many gates."
"Dead but alive, you mean sleep?" Jackson guessed.
"I guess he is sleeping. I wonder if waking him would put your brain back in place…"
"Is that even possible?"
"You shouldn't even be possible." she reminded him "If he truly is asleep something is very special about your brain. Because he has to be active in there somehow…"
"I don't know if I'd call it sleep if we don't dream during black outs…"
"Goodness maybe we should have done this with Holt, the music is throwing me off…?"
"What music?" Jackson realised he couldn't hear his music. It just sort of kicked in that he wasn't listening, or was but unaware of it.
"Sorry it must be white noise to you by this point... " she sounded annoyed. Jackson getting a mild headache feeling her… exploring.
He held his tongue though. Or… mental tongue. Pretty sure this was all in his head.
"Stop thinking so much it's distracting what I'm able to look at." she snipped at him.
Though not able to see anything Jackson jerked physically grabbing Scarah's hands tighter.
"Found Holt!" she chimed.
"Ugh yeah I can tell." imagining it like some aneurysm burrowed onto the side of his brain.
"It was hard because he's so… spread out. There wasn't really like a clear, this is Holt, this is Jackson barrier like I thought. Well kind of, I mean talk about right sided…"
"Ok so…?"
"Going to see if I can wake him up."
"And you think that is the best route?"
"I mean if you're up for it…" she could sense his nervousness "Don't resist whatever happens?"
"I'll try…"
"Just you're so tense-"
"Well you're in my brain!"
"InvisiBilly is so much better at this than you."
"It's my first time ok."
They were both silent a moment but despite her prankster boyfriend not being present in their conversation, they couldn't help but imagine the kind of joke he'd make at that.
"Going to try to wake him up. Try to activate his side…" Scarah started concentrating.
Jackson definitely felt it. Sudden confusion, fuzziness. His white vision blinking out to black. Hearing Scarah talking but coudln't make out her words.
"I said not to resist!"
White again. Popping back.
"I wasn't…" Jackson protested. Feeling disoriented, like vertigo.
Then flashes of black again. Unable to make out what she was saying.
Blips.
"Holt.
I know it's you in there
Oh come on…"
Feeling like blackouts. Different parts of her speech, sounding off, like he was only catching parts of her conversation.
Memory not making sense of it clearly. Like a skipping record.
"Jackson try to let your mind go blank, every time you pop back it's like, you're trying too hard to orient yourself, let your brain take you where it wants to go."
"I-I'm sorry.." Back to reality, sort of. Still white. Dizzier. "I … just…"
"Woah Jackson are you" her voice faded out.
Scarah concentrated. Looking for Jackson's thought signatures. Or messages back to her. Taking a deep breath as she pulled on Holt again. Feeling tight resistance.
Like pulling a car with the brakes on.
"Holt come on…." she could feel it. She could feel it rising. Making leeway. Then it'd snap back again, body knowing there was nothing to trigger it.
Wrapping all she had around Holt, struggling, quite the work out really.
She got a sharp brain flash of hitting the snooze button.
Huffing, trying again. He felt… tired. Burrowing back into Jackson. Hopeful that she was picking up on simple emotions, she kept up.
Sleepy head.
Wasn't time.
Not the right time.
Frankie. Warm fuzzies.
Music.
Yeah it was definitely him… she kept rubbing his direction, maybe if she could gather enough, he'd just activate from her prodding.
Jackson. His version of him. Just a video screen.
And Jackson's hands. Looking at them. Spite and anger.
Narrow glances at a new face in the mirror.
Mom.
Scarah inhaled sharply, trying to jar him, wake him but exploring still wasn't doing the job somehow.
She didn't know who it was at first, taking cues from Holt's own fractured thoughts and memories. Blue wild woman with black swirls like on Holt's face.
Oh. Still his mum.
The first time it looked so much like Jackson.
She was blurry though, not a clear thought. Pieced together from glimpses.
Scarah pressed on trying to figure something unique to Holt. Like love of music. Pulling on him more trying to get him to jump sides. Both were out, if she could just fill the consciousness with Holt. Flipping through, touching something not Holt.
"Ow!"
Crap.
Suddenly Jackson. She shushed him pushing him slowly back down. Tugging on Holt agian but it just kept slipping, snapping back.
Scarah let out a breath, relaxing a bit, biting her lip. She couldn't force it. Afraid of what might happen if she did.
Giving up she helped Jackson back out, rather stopped focusing on Holt, and he slowly filled the void again on his own.
"I feel like you overstretched something in my head…" Jackson groaned "How long was I out?"
"Time is irrelevant, and I can't tell in here anyway." though she could feel a brush of Jackson's own mental feel for time. Subconsciously checking something that warned whether the blackout was a blip or hours of missing time.
"I couldn't get him out, I think I'll need to try something else…"
"Like what?"
"Well… he always comes out to the trigger right? Whatever it may be?"
He could feel pressure, and the thrum of untapped emotions, a well of unrelated nostalgia peeking out.
Jackson wasn't entirely sure what she was doing but let her keep poking because she was helping.
"Try not to struggle, but what was your previous trigger? Was it..."
"Ah!" he tried not to struggle suddenly hit with a vivid memory of watching the sunset from his window in one of his old rooms.
"Oh sorry I didn't think that'd hurt you so bad."
Jackson tried not to be grumpy, trying to relax "No that was my fault I resisted…"
"No it wasn't that. It was the blackout memory. I could feel you flicker."
Scarah continued.
"Do you have a memory of transforming? Like one that took an incredibly long time?"
"You could try that one again…" Jackson sighed, still woozy from her last run around, still not quite all there"I was trying to see what night was like, and had been practicing for weeks. Mom always put me to bed before sunset but I got back up and tried to watch what happened after bed time."
"And you held off for awhile?"
"It wasn't always as harsh as the music was, usually I'd just get really sleepy and thought I just couldn't stay up like adults could… Ah." he stopped talking as she hacked into the memory again.
Vividly standing there, experiencing it but not controlling it. Seeing the sun set down on the hill tops of his old house. He couldn't remember how old he was, not too young, but not old enough to question the black outs as much.
Excitement building as the last of the sun winked out over the horizon, the sky still bright, overwhelming tiredness started to build up, but he resisted staring at the blueish sky that was following sunset. Trying to imagine it all across the sky like on tv.
He had to stay awake. He wanted to see.
"Hold on, lad I can feel Holt, it's like he's peeking in on you."
Jackson tried to respond but felt pain hit his head and memory body. Remembering his first time with the pins and needles. Pressing at his legs painfully, then hands. Straining to see the sky because he knew he could do it. Just getting so sleepy.
"Go slowly, but let it go, do fall asleep." she chided him.
He had to, it wasn't a question on whether he'd let it or not. It always happened.
Swirling black consuming his vision. Still resisting.
"I think I can grab him before the transformation actually-"
"Ah!" Scarah's hands felt a flash of heat, opening her physical vision to a cringing flame boy. Fire subsiding to Jackson's form, mentally hanging on.
"What's going on?!" he asked looking around the classroom confusedly. Then sort of scared like he was in trouble when he caught sight of Scarah.
"Oh dear.." she held her head, hand still on his leg "Holt. Calm down."
Holt stiffened at his name being used "Wait did…!" he held his head "What are you doing?! You're not allowed in there."
He could hear music.
Why could he hear music he was still stuck wasn't he?
"Holt you need to relax I can't hold onto ah!" she was struggling, gripping his hand again "Holt I know about what Jackson did, that's not the point" she sputtered out.
"Did he tell you?" then held his head "W-why does it feel like that?" he actually sounded weak like he was faltering.
"I-I can't hold onto you…" Scarah apologised, mentally letting go, like a sling-shot.
"Wait
, Scarah! Ahngn…" Jackson hunched over a migraine hitting him like a brick to the head.
Scarah was hunched over too, InvisiBilly holding onto her as she shook against him.
Through his blurred vision he noted he still had bright red sleeves.
"I-I couldn't pull him out without triggering you I'm sorry... " she apologised "I thought maybe I could just switch it but your actual transformation is just so ingrained. I can't even touch him without…"
He put a hand on Jackson and his headache momentarily subsided a bit "It was like there's all these gates in there, and a few would be Holt and only Holt. The rest are what make your body transform. I couldn't open one without all of them opening up I'm sorry.."
Then shivered letting go. The migraine came rushing back.
InvisiBilly was rubbing her temples, letting her sit back against him. Jackson's vision was clearing up, able to notice Scarah was lightly crying, or at least had tears on her face.
His head hurt.
His everything hurt.
"No I'm sorry I thought it'd work.." he grumbled.
"Nng." she mumbled back in response. "Jackson, your headache is like a bullhorn right now …" she whispered "I-I really need my space sorry. InvisiBilly."
"I gotcha." he started to pick her up into his arms, then kissed her forehead. "Not to be rude, she just needs to get away from you. Text me. We'll talk. I really thought that'd work…" he carried her towards the door.
"W-wait. Everything hurts. InvisiBilly I can barely see." Jackson protested, standing up and stumbling.
"She can't turn off her mental radar Jackson, lay down until the bell." he shrugged "Sorry… I just have to get her out of range of you. You still have like a good 5 minutes till lunch's over. I just- Yeah." he couldn't help it, as he left his friend behind. Feeling bad for leaving him like that.
But he was alone, safe, in a quiet room.
The door shut behind InvisiBilly, whispering down to Scarah "... He'll be fine right?"
"I'll let you know when I'm further away…" she groaned "That was a bad idea, why did you suggest that…"
"I know… I'm sorry" InvisiBilly started walking, girlfriend hanging off him "I just always feel so bad for the guy. And that was half my fault for letting him into the lab." then stumbled as a headache touched him. Cringing and wincing out a noise.
"Sorry!" Scarah squeaked "Guess I can't talk to you that way for a bit."
InvisiBilly forced a smile "Is it going away now that we're further?"
"A bit, I think some of it's just my head too. Oh I'm not looking forward to passing period…" she groaned nuzzling into his hoodie.
"I know what'll cheer you up~" suddenly disappearing while she was still in his arm "Invisible airplaneee" he laughed picking up speed and weaving through the halls.
"What! InvisiBilly stop that it looks so weird in this positioning!" she giggled, knowing she would look like she was flying down the halls whilst curled up in the most awkward position.
"Nyoom!"
"InvisiBilly" she pounded a fist at him, but couldn't help but laugh. Pushing away the guilt of what she'd done to Jackson.
"See it did get you laughing." he reasoned, slowing down out of breath. Forcing visibility for her sake.
"Only from sheer ridiculousness." she wiggled "You can let me down now, it's really not as bad away from him…" also feeling bad that they left him alone. "You should go back and check on him…"
"No to both." he kept walking.
Scarah sighed smiling, resting against him, it was pretty nice. "Ok but if you see anyone coming, you have to put me down."
"Deal."
Pausing to lean down and kiss her.
She kissed back.
Before making a face "Yeah still feels inappropriate…"
"With him in the room probably crying…" InvisiBilly imagined dramatically. Then set her down, she shakily got to her feet. "You sure you'll be fine during passing period?"
Scarah sighed "I'll get to class early and try to listen to some zen music. Don't worry about me I'll manage, I always have."
InvisiBilly started backing off in the opposite direction back towards Jackson, to make sure their patient hadn't died or something "Kay, I'll see you next period!"
She winked back "But I probably won't see you~"
"We need to find a better joke!" he called back across the hall. Usually when she kept talking to him mentally but not today.
"Tell him I'm sorry again!" she shouted down the hall. "I really thought it'd work!"
InvisiBilly wasn't sure she'd really hear him so just saluted before disappearing down the hallway again.
Off to check on his other damsel in distress.