There are some things a psychic ability can't help you with. Like controlling your rapidly beating heart whenever he's around, or keeping yourself from stuttering when you talk with him. It's up to your teenage instinct to help you survive that part. And I have lots of that. But I'm not the one who needs help, fortunately.
I'm lounging on the couch, waiting for Atlanta to come in from her morning run, sweating rivers and boasting about her newest record, while Archie tries to best her with stories of when he played with timber wolves, and faced grizzlies with his bare hands. Yeah, right. No wonder neither of them can make a go of their relationship. Lately they've been in and out of love like a car between the fast lanes.
It's around ten o'clock, and right on cue, Atlanta barges in, sweat shining on her brow. But today Archie isn't with her. Something like jealousy is gleaming in her hazel eyes, and wordlessly she stalks through the room and runs up the stairs. I exchange baffled glances with Jay, who is curled up beside me reading a book.
"What's her problem?" Jay asks. He, as well as everyone else, is in tune with Atlanta's routine. And she never breaks it. I frown, and stand up to go and investigate.
"You wanna come and see what she's so peeved about?"
He shrugs and gives me a sheepish smile; his lips meeting in a crooked form that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I giggle and swat him with a pillow.
"Are you feeling lazy today?" I tease. He grins and nods, leaning back and sighing.
I lean over to give him a kiss when suddenly my head pangs in pain as a vision fogs my brain. I inwardly curse and sigh. In it, Archie is walking along with a pretty girl in the park, laughing and wrapping his arm around her waist. It ends, and I tumble onto Jay's lap, still unused to the side effects. He starts, and then gives me a hug.
"I must have a magnetic personality," he murmurs in my ear. "You wish," I retort.
"What was the vision about?" he inquires. I roll my eyes. "Nothing much, just Archie and his new girlfriend. That answers the question though as to why Atlanta's mad." But something seems odd; usually I don't have visions unless something bad is going to happen. I feel like Cassandra from the Trojan War; she was a prophetess whom nobody believed and who was like a dooms-seer. Uhh, I hate that.
"Oh, he has a girlfriend?" Jay frowns, and suddenly tenses beneath me. I know what that means: he thinks something is wrong. Just like I do. Sigh. There goes our moment.
Click.