Chapter 5= Kyla's Realisation

'Hey!' Kyla cried. 'Give that back Kurt!' She ran after him, as he ran round the campsite with her hairbrush. She and he had become closer friends after the show and they had somehow managed to block out everyone else in their lives.

'Gotcha!' she exclaimed as she caught up with him and tackled him to the ground. She wrestled the brush out of his grasp, stuck her tongue out at him and teleported back to their tents. He followed her lead.

'I didn't know you could teleport,' he commented.

'I copied your ability when we first met. I kind of can't help it,' she muttered.

'Then, how come I can still teleport?' Kurt asked her confused.

'I said copy, not absorb,' she replied rolling her eyes.

That night Kyla lay on her bed thinking about her new friendship with Kurt. Why had she suddenly become his best friend now? Maybe it was because for some reason he had become warmer towards her. Maybe, but she didn't think so. It was something else. 'Oh well,' she whispered to herself.

'Morning,' Kyla said to Kurt as they walked towards the table.

'Morn-'

'Kurt!' Lara ran up to them and grasped Kurt's arm. For reasons unknown to her this made Kyla go into a silent fit of rage.

'Vhat do you vant Lara?' he sighed exasperatedly.

'Vill you come to dinner tonight? Please, Kurt,' she pleaded with him.

Kurt looked to Kyla for help who responded 'Go. I don't care.' The truth was she did care. She cared a lot. She desperately didn't want him to go with Lara. To hide the one tear that was slowly falling down her cheek she briskly walked away to the forest. It didn't matter if she missed breakfast. She wouldn't have eaten anything anyway. She broke into a run as she reached the edge of the forest. This was weird. She wasn't usually this emotional; she'd learnt to block herself from the world. Kyla reached a small stream of crystal blue and knelt down by it. She washed her face and watched the small silver fish dart about, through the reeds. 'Blue... The stream's blue' she thought to herself. She had no idea why she'd noticed that fact but she didn't care. Blue had become her new favourite colour. She lay down next to the stream and dragged her hand through the currents, gently.

Back at the camp Kurt was beginning to worry about Kyla. He hadn't seen her for three hours since she had left him with Lara.

Kyla sat up. It was midday and she should be getting back to camp. Yet she didn't want to. It was only then that she realised she was in the stream, and she was in her element form.

'What?' she muttered to herself. 'Never mind. I don't want to know,' she clambered out of the stream, before getting up and wandering back through the forest to her tent. She found Kurt waiting outside looking anxious.

'There you are!' he called to her. 'Where'd you go?'

'Into a stream,' she replied momentarily confusing him.

'Anyway... I'm glad you're safe,' he told her.

'Mm-kay,' she said as she dodged past him and into her tent.

Kyla lay on her stomach in her tent and contemplated what had just happened. First thing was she had become a lot closer to Kurt. They were best friends. Second thing; she was angry and jealous when Lara had grabbed hold of his arm. Third, Kyla got over-emotional when she asked him for dinner. Fourth, her new favourite colour was blue. Finally, she cared a lot more what Kurt did now.

'Oh no...' she murmured to herself. She had done the typical thing. She had fallen in love with Kurt. 'Actually,' she thought. 'I think I've loved him since the moment I met him. The question is; do I tell him? Does he like me?' Kyla turned these questions over in her mind, before turning over and falling into another restless night of terror.