Chapter Six: Similar yet Different
Two teens walk through the abandoned part of Dakota Fields, headed for a run down gas station. The two walk in silence, thinking about the other more fondly than they will admit. Virgil walks into the gas station. "Ta-daa. Welcome to the Abandoned Gas Station of Solitude…and don't laugh at me cuz Richie found this place and I said that name as a joke."
Looking around at the cluttered mess, Jay snickers. "What? No tree house?"
"Rich said he would've built us one if he had a tree…but he wasn't impressed when I gave him one of those little bonsai trees…"
"Like you would have fit in one." He continues his snooping.
"It was a joke…"
"So was that."
"I know…but I now I feel like I need to be defensive…" The dark skinned boy sees Jay sit down out of the corner of his eye. "Want a soda or something?"
"Got orange?"
"I think so…" The hero checks the fridge. "Yup." He tosses the other man a brightly colored can of soda.
"Thanks." Jay catches it, opening it.
"You're welcome." Virgil sits on a chair in the middle of the room, opening his own soda. Root beer.
"So how's bein' a hero?" The thug asks, drinking his soda.
"I don't wear tights to…pretty good." Jay bursts out laughing. "I'm glad I ended up with the outfit I have now. One of the original ones I tried on make me look like I should've been on a battery commercial." Jay decided not to ask. He doesn't watch TV and like I said, he decided not to ask. "It's kinda annoying having my powers though. Ever since I got them I've been getting randomly attacked by sheets."
Sheets? I get wiped out by a little water…
"And this is gonna sound totally pathetic but…those things can be vicious…"
"I suppose they could…" Putting down his can of orange soda, his favorite by the way, Jay looks at the smaller man. "Show me your powers." He felt as if he needed proof.
"Okay…" Virgil searches the room, a few of Gear's things catch his attention. So he zaps some random stuff to the ceiling. Something else catches his attention. "Hey…so that's where my house keys went." Just as easily as he put them there, Virgil zaps down his keys. He always looses them for some reason.
Curious, Jay gets up and walks up to the unmasked hero. "Your hands…" Lightly, he grabs hold of the other boy's dark hands. They look like mine…so our powers are like…the only thing that is different with out powers is how they are shown…Mine affect me physically…my body temperature always a few degrees higher…but because he is electricity…he effects his surroundings…The man examines the hand. You can't tell…that either of use have powers by simply touching…
"Uh…" A faint blush grows on Virgil's face. "What about my hands?" He honestly has no idea of what to think about this.
"They're the same as mine…Can't tell you have powers by touch…"
"What?" Virgil was lost. The same as yours?
"They look and feel the same…as mine…I can't tell you have powers by touching you…"
"…o…kay…?" Virgil could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment. I would hope not or I'd be screwed…literally if Daisy and Frieda figured out…
Then Jay realizes how close he currently is to the other man, blushing faintly. "Not that I'd touch you or anything'." He quickly releases the other man's hand, trying to regain his tough image, which you really can't do while blushing and holding another man's hand.
The blush on the mocha teen's face brightens. Damn fangirls…got in my head…Virgil wants to hit himself for thinking about asking the other man out. He notices the larger man tug his hat down, something he does when he is embarrassed. W-well…here it goes…
"Um…" His sweet voice catches Jay's attention. "Are you sure?…Cuz I was wondering…" The hero shuffles his feet and ruffles his hair in embarrassment. "I was kinda…wondering if…you…you'd go out…with me…"
Jay hesitates. I shouldn't…he finds out who I really am…he'd hate me…and I don't think I can handle that…he's the only one who cares about me…but I…
"Yeah." Jay smiles, ignoring his gut feeling to run while he can. "I will."
Whew. Virgil looks up to see Jay's green eyes. "Cool" he says with a smile.