I had no idea how much time had passed before I broke the kiss. And realised what a complete idiot I had been. What the hell was that?! Looking at Will, he appeared as stunned as I was. The expression practically looked out of place on him. He also seemed confused as he looked at me in the light from a single light affixed on the wall beside us. His brow rumpled a little, nearly marring his perfect face.
"Will… We both have soulfinders somewhere…" I trailed off. I knew that was a weak excuse with him and by the shake of his head he knew it was too.
"You know I can't really have mine." He whispered. Despite the walls shaking with the loud music, I heard each word clearly. "I sense danger so often because there is so much and my family but I could never willfully bring my soulfinder into her own danger."
"But you could someday have her. Danger goes away." I replied. Then I decide to tell him the blunt truth. "And… I do not want to be with a savant. Ever. They have a willing soulfinder somewhere and... I planned on being with a human."
"Willow…" Will said as he tried to bring me closer. I step further away from him and do something I hate: using my gift with no good reason. I open my left hand to the air and draw the energy from the light bulb by the door and a few lights that my gift senses nearby. The alley is thrust into sudden and complete darkness. I ground the energy in the earth by letting it rush through my body into the dirt by the bins. With that I turn around and as I run to the main street to catch a taxi I yell back to Will "Bye Will." And something in my tone and the near pitch black stops him following.
"What the actual fuck did you do you clumpnugget?" is what I wake up to the next morning. But a quick glance at my alarm clock quickly informs me "Nope, afternoon sweetheart. See these numbers? Yeah… They spell out the afternoon".
After blinking back the tiredness in my eyes I notice Tulip is at the base of my bed glaring at me. Last night's excessive eye make-up still decorates her eyes though it seems she had the presence of mind to wash off the foundation. Enough foundation for the base of a house mind you. Her eyes are bloodshot, with deep circles furthering proving her wrecked state.
"What?" I replied, genuinely confused. I push my straight hair out of my face. Wait… Straight? Ooh…
"Will." She snapped. "He came into the club like half an hour after you went to Narnia out there in a dustbin looking miserable. And I remember that face despite the fact I was damn well drunk last night!"
"Fuck…" I moaned. "Look Tulip. I want to avoid him right now, including in this little chat, so can we drop it?"
She looks down at the wooden floor and gives her face a rub. "I will kill you later. You cut the night short by the way. Drink did not help whatever the hell happened." With that, she shuffled out my room, barely steering herself out the door. Looks like someone is still a tad tipsy. But I knew would not be able to lie here contemplating life's mysteries without feeling guilty so I got up with the hopes of finding breakfast in the fridge. I was not in the mood to push against the morning breakfast crowd for a coffee or pastry.
I lumbered half dead in my thin white vest top and unicorn pj shorts to the kitchen. After a quick glance in the fridge I found half a pizza, probably picked up in the middle of last night. Not being picky, I pulled off two slices, dropped them on a plate and turned around to see Will a foot behind me. Shit! I jumped and dropped the plate. Will reached out immediately and grabbed it, wordlessly handing it back and the two slices that nearly had a "fun" encounter with the kitchen floor.
I itched to return to my bedroom but forced myself to stay put. "So…" I said as nonchantly as I could. "Should I even ask how you got in?"
The edges of his lips quirked up, his inability to be stoic showing through. "Tulip never locked up."
"Of course." I murmured. Tulip was famous back home for leaving doors unlocked and open. Only sheer luck and her mother always checking the door after Tulip left the house had not led to her family, the Berzeofts, being robbed. I mentally decided to buy post-its with "LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR" written on them and stick them around the apartment in the future any time Tulip went out without me.
As I stood there, I became mortifyingly conscious of what I was wearing so I put the plate down to cross my arms. "Look, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but can we talk later." I said mentally replacing "later" with "never".
"One date." He replied simply. "I think we could have something. And I will be as human as I can. No telepathy, no nothing." When he laid it out so simply, he made it all look easy. And hard to refuse. He raised an eyebrow. "Does that not meet the conditions?"
"Nearly." I muttered. Defeated I looked him straight in the eye. "Ok, one date. But," I said when I saw a small smile creep onto his face. "You have to catch me first."
"What the-" Will said as I suddenly sprinted from the kitchen to my room. One thing I did as a child was use my telekinesis to quickly float myself on top of wardrobes when we played Hide & Seek. There were always random things I could hide under, folding myself in tightly to be nearly invisible to even the best seekers. Once my brothers Rydian and Clarke found out what I was up to, they got mom to "ban" me using my gifts when playing. But there were no such rules now. Mwahaha!
Before I even heard Will move, I was on top of my wardrobe, hidden by bags, pillows and blankets I had shoved up there.
"Fine then Willow." Will called out. I heard him calmly walk down the hall and knock on Tulips door. Why would I have gone in there? Hello, my room was the closest to the kitchen and going near Tulip was like asking for a bite from a dog.
"What?" I heard Tulip mumble. Will spoke low enough for me not to hear for a few seconds and then Tulip sighed dramatically and said "Fine."
I heard the springs of her bed move as she and Will seemed to leave her room. My door suddenly opened and Tulip said "Top of the wardrobe and goodnight."
"You bitch!" I yelled pushing blankets off my head. Sadly, she had already left and I ended up saying it to my bedroom door as Will leaned against the wall beside it.
"So, I will call down here for six yeah?" Will said smirking.
Trying not to look like a disgruntled mess, I pushed back my static filled hair and attempted in my most poised voice. "Fine dear sir. Six it shall be."
Author person present again,
I know it is short but it was originally part of chapter 11. Thought it worked better separate.
The first five people, if there will even be that, to review will get a mention in the next chapter. And let me say... I am near certain it is a chapter a lot of you will want to read. (I do not want to ruin anything with hints!)
Btw. To the guest reviewer on chapter nine, I cannot imagine Yves drunk either! But I can imagine the drink making him "happy", the stage before "Confessions of an Alcoholic" and the last stage "drunk as a skunk". :D