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This chapter is being finished and edited at one in the morning and is a major cool down from the last chapter although I wouldn't call this really call this chapter calming.
Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed it!
Chapter 4: Motel Carolina
When Jazmine woke up it was already the morning, it took a few seconds for her to stop being blinded by the glare of the sun bouncing off the glass straight into her sensitive eyes.
Sitting up from her slouched position she stretched her arms and back loving the sounds of her bones cracking, unsurprisingly sleeping in a car wasn't fun.
"You're finally awake."
"Thank you for stating the obvious." she quipped only slightly bratty, "what time is it?"
"Eight in the morning." he answered calmly, eyes focused on the road and Jazmine realized that she didn't recognize any of the buildings. Were they already out of the state? Jazmine was never the best at math but something seemed off to her. How long was he driving for?
"Where are we?" she asked
Huey paused slightly as if he knew that he was a child caught in the act by his mother, "South Carolina."
Her eyes widened and she smacked his shoulder, "You've been driving for ten hours?!"
"Actually it's only been a bit over eight hours." Jazmine felt her eyes twitch.
"Two hours does not make that big of a difference."
"Some would disagree." she smacked his shoulder again and this time he let out a small grunt of pain.
"You idiot, you could have fallen asleep at the wheel and crashed the car and then we wouldn't need to run away from Sentinel Services because we would be dead!" she smacked him again just to make herself feel better.
"Are you always so violent when you wake up?"
"When I'm next to an idiot, yes - I get pretty violent."
Huey sighed, "Look I get why you're mad-"
"Oh really?"
"-but we have to get as far away from Sentinel Services as possible, sure they're going to be looking for a different car and they don't know where we are going but I doubt it would take long. They've got all the money and resources they need at their fingertips while we-"
"Have powers." she finished his sentence and he gave her a half hearted stink eye.
"Dangerous and very destructive powers that we still don't know how to fully control, we need to reach the underground even if it isn't the best situation they have mutants that might be able to help us."
"And what if they can't?" she asked the question that had been pushed to the back of her mind for the past twenty-four hours, "what if no one can help us?"
"I've always been a fan of being self sufficient ," when he noticed her face was still deadpan he sighed, "look this thing with the underground may fall apart or maybe it'll end up being great and everything will be smooth sailing from now on-"
She snorted, "I seriously doubt that."
"I doubt that too," he agreed to Jazmine's shock, "Don't look too surprised our lives have been hell for the past twenty-four hours so I wouldn't be surprised if our luck gets worse. The underground is simply a stepping block and the only person you should depend on is me, I'll do whatever it takes to keep us safe - I have too much blood on my hands to fail."
"...well that's dark."
"...yep."
She glanced at him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, "You're still in trouble for driving for eight straight hours."
"...I know."
"And yet you're still not pulling over."
He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Jazmine-"
She raised her hand, three of her fingers jutting out in the air, "You get three options, number one you let me drive the rest of the way-"
He shot that down immediately, "Absolutely not.
"Number two we wake up Riley and let him drive us-"
He immediately dismissed that, "That is even worse."
"Or number three you pull over and we stay the night at a motel where you will rest and drive us the rest of the way to Atlanta."
Huey paused, "...are those all the options?"
"Those are all the options, yes." she confirmed.
"So I can let you drive and we crash and die, let Riley drive and we crash and die, or risk being caught and captured by Sentinel Services?"
"Yeah you got it right."
"How about I refuse all the options and just keep just keep driving because that makes more sense?" he offered
"And how about I set you on fire because apparently you want to die slowly and painfully?"
Huey raised his eyebrow, "Since when could you do that?"
She shrugged, "I'm pretty sure I can figure it out."
"You're getting pretty scary," he laughed.
"I'm glad you know so please pick one of your three options."
"...do I have to?"
"Yes."
Huey sighed and Jazmine tried and failed to prevent a smug grin from covering her entire face, "...fine you win."
"I know that but you still haven't said it." She knew she was pushing it but she couldn't help it.
He glared at her and she covered her mouth to prevent the snort bubbling in her chest from escaping, "Fine we're going to do what you want and stop at the hotel even though it's a huge risk."
"You can whine all you like, I still win." she let out a squeal that caused Huey to wince and Riley to wake up.
"Why are you so fucking loud in the morning?" he groaned, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes.
"Riley we're going to a motel, I can finally shower!" She cheered, pausing slightly when she realized how strange she sounded - the previous summer she was staying in luxury Parisian hotels and eating pain au chocolats from breakfast and now she was celebrating being able to take a shower. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
Riley, as oblivious as ever, didn't pick up on her emotions and blinked blankly at her, "Does that mean we can finally get something to eat?"
Huey groaned and she was sure if he wasn't driving he would slam his head in the wheel.
It surprisingly wasn't hard to find a suitable hotel in fact they've run across three and although they definitely weren't hotels or even inns but they looked clean and well kept but of course Huey had to be a martyr and as he drove the car he picked the motel.
He picked a place called the Starry Plaza and the tackiness of its name couldn't even touch how ugly the place looked.
Two elongated stories painted a now dirtied cream with hot pink accents on the roof, stairs, doors, and railings. There even was a ridiculous sign with its name written in neon lights that was useless in the day and only served to make Jazmine cringe.
It was no wonder why it was completely empty which was probably why Huey picked it. She shot a glare at him.
"This place looks like it's infected by cockroaches." she snipped, tugging on his faded leather jacket as if would be able to protect her from the two feet long cockroaches that were no doubt waiting for her.
"What isn't this what you wanted?" he asked, trying to portray some sort of innocence that only made her want to smack him again.
"I wanted a motel without the threat of rats big enough to eat me."
"You don't have to worry about that, you don't have enough meat for them." he managed to duck out of the car before she was able to hit him.
"You suck Huey!"
"Okay so it's not the Ritz but it has beds, a bathroom, and not too many eyes on us," her eyes narrowed but he continued, "there's also a gas station down the street and that's really convenient."
"Can you for once in your life choose comfort over convenience?"
He shook his head, "Nope."
She pouted, "Do I have to?"
"You already know the answer to that question."
She groaned before opening the door.
"Damn finally!" Riley yelled jumping out of the car, slamming the door behind him, "you too are annoying as fuck! Goddamn!"
"I don't think we're that bad."
"Yeah you too are worse, every goddamn conversation has to be a debate, just agree for once damn!"
Jazmine blinked, "Damn tell us how you really feel."
Riley glared at her, "Don't think because you're a girl means that I won't beat your ass."
"Alright before you two start throwing hands in the parking lot we should probably go in so we don't attract attention."
She glanced over to Riley who flipped her off.
She turned back to Huey, "Are you sure?"
"Okay you can fight him but when we're inside."
She stood up from where she was shutting the car door as she did, "I'll take that deal."
The three of them were halfway to the door of the motel before Riley suddenly stopped and turned around where the car was.
His face spelled out confusion as he gazed at the white tesla.
"Did y'all steal a car?"
Jazmine and Huey shared a look - they forgot to tell Riley about that little fact.
"Yeah it's a long story."
Riley raised an eyebrow, "Is it?"
Huey shrugged, "Not really, I'm just lazy."
One step inside and she was already hit with the stench of mildew and dust and her eyes were overwhelmed with the gaudy pink floral wallpaper that was stained and torn with age and whatever other things goes down in a place like this.
Neither Huey or Riley was bothered by this and she reluctantly followed behind them to the desk where an older woman with dyed yellow blonde hair and a bored expression sat chewing loudly on bubblegum as she flipped through her magazines. Who even reads magazines anymore? All she used them for was for the 2000s aesthetic.
She looked up at them darting in between the three suspicious looking teenagers before dropping her eyes back down to her cherry red nails.
She popped her gum, "How can I help you?"
"We need a room with two beds." Huey answered equally as bored as her, "You have that?"
She started chewing again and Jazmine was struck with how much she looked like a cow chewing on grass just slow, indifferent, and stupid, "Yeah, that'll be thirty dollars."
Jazmine sniffed at that, thirty dollars was way too much for a place for this, a singular stale skittle would be too much for this.
Of course Jazmine didn't say that and Huey didn't either, instead he pulled out a ten and twenty from his pocket.
"You take cash?"
She stretched her hand over and snatched the money from his fingers, "Sure and what name will the name be under?"
"Parker."
Jazmine glanced up at his stoic face with a quirked eyebrow - he sure could lie on the spot.
"How long will your stay be?"
"Just the night."
She typed on the huge geriatric computer in front of her before tossing a rusted key on the counter that Huey picked up.
"Room fifteen on the second floor, don't be late to check out and don't be too loud." she peeked up at them, "You got that?"
"Yeah we get it."
"Alright, you three have fun."
When they were halfway up the stairs, Jazmine let her comments fly.
"That was way too easy, which receptionist just gives a bunch of teenagers a room, we could be runaways!"
"We are runaways." Huey stated matter of factly.
"I thought we were terrorists?" Riley added
"That too."
"Yeah you two can laugh it up but when we're getting robbed at knifepoint by a bunch of 6'3 rats it won't be so funny."
Huey shrugged, "It still would be funny, you're still getting robbed by the steroid rats right next to us."
Riley snorted and Jazmine punched his shoulder.
At the end of their hallway they found their room marked with a rusted metal sign with the number fifteen. The door itself looked like it was being feasted on by termites and while Huey was opening the door she was worried that the door would fall flat on the floor. It looked like a slightly strong breeze could take it down.
The door swung open and whatever she imagined the inside of their motel room and home for the night would look like was nowhere as bad as what was in front of her.
Instead of the tacky pink wallpaper that covered the walls of the hallway and lobby on the walls of their room was covered with a disgusting green wallpaper the same color as mold and the floor under their feet was a stained eggshell colored carpet that emanated a strange and unpleasant stench.
Two small beds with mustard yellow sheets and flattened pillows were situated on the right side of the bed while two chairs the same mold green color as the wallpaper were on the left side, there was also a white door near the chairs that most likely led to a bathroom.
"So what do you guys think?" Huey asked, dropping all his bags on one of the chairs.
"Someone has definitely been murdered here." she replied and for once Riley agreed.
"This shit nasty as hell."
Huey shrugged off their concerns, "Well it was Jazmine's idea."
"Do not," she jabbed a finger in Huey's direction, "blame this on me. I wanted a Holiday Inn."
"Holiday Inn has cameras."
"And this place has murderers."
"You're exaggerating."
"There is literally a bloodstain on the floor right next to you."
Huey looked down at the faded red pink splotch next to his feet before looking up and shrugging, "It could be cranberry juice."
"That is not cranberry juice."
"It might be raspberry juice."
"Yo," Riley interrupted their admittedly stupid argument drawing their intention to him, "I call dibs on a bed for only me."
"Shouldn't that be up to a vote?" Huey asked.
"You should have thought of that before you started arguing over a carpet stain."
Huey nodded, "Fair point since that's the rule I'm going to shower."
While Huey was showering Jazmine was perusing through her very rushed to-go bag to find something to wear. Maybe she should have taken more time to pick cuter clothes.
None of the clothes she had stuffed into her bag were ugly per se, after all she didn't have any ugly clothes, but they were disgustingly basic. Basic and practical were not the words that had ever described Jazmine.
She finally picked out a white camisole, dark blue denim shorts and white converse, she frowned and decided to add on a pale blue zip up jacket in a vain attempt to try to elevate the look but instead it just looked like she was a middle schooler.
She dove back into her bag, there must be something cuter to wear.
Before she could even get anywhere Huey swung open the bathroom door, hair still wet and bored eyes locked onto her.
He pointed his thumb towards the door, "Your turn."
She wanted to resist but knew that would be futile and trudged her legs towards the bathroom door.
Unlike most days Jazmine tried to shower as quickly as possible, she did want to be anywhere near the dead cockroach in the corner of the shower that looked like it was strangled by a clump of blonde hair.
In all she took a paltry five minute shower and quickly put on her clothes, instead of leaving the grimy bathroom instantly she took a minute to look at herself and by god did she look rough.
Her eyes were bloodshot, her skin dry, and her hair was messed up from the running and sleeping in her car. She looked like crap and she felt like crap and she had none of her thousand dollar Korean skincare to fix it.
Her fingers twitched, she could fix it.
She could teleport, restart an engine, and turn a busted up Toyota into a shiny white Tesla, she could make herself look like she slept in a bed.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, she had never attempted to alter herself and she hoped to God that she wouldn't turn her skin green and hair purple.
Her power began to hum and the pink aura once again danced around her fingertips as she barely ran them over her face, the aura around her hands tickled her neck like she was being kissed by a million teeny tiny bees.
She opened her eyes and marveled at the transformation, her honey colored skin had gained back its glow and her cheeks flushed with youthfulness. She looked like she did the day before well except for her hair.
It was frizzy and disgusting and she took another deep breath and slicked back her hair and instead of changing it back to its straightened state of yesterday her frizzy copper hair transformed into her natural thick and glossy 4C curls that fell down to the middle of her back, she hadn't worn in a while.
When she was done she stared at herself in the mirror and she was shocked at how different she looked. She hardly ever wore her hair in its natural state at least ever since she entered high school.
She never knew that she missed it until she saw it again, she always lamented about it making her look childish but it's not like she was going to meet a lot of bitchy white blondes while on the run and besides, she grasped gently at voluminous curls, she liked the change.
When she stepped out both boys' eyes fell on her even as she made her way to the bed their eyes still followed.
"New hair?" Huey asked.
"Yeah."
"I like your hair like that."
"I know."
Riley looked to and fro at the both of them and snorted, "You two look fucking stupid."
Huey turned to his brother with a blank expression, "Thank you for your input Riley."
The two brothers glared at each other.
"So," her eyes awkwardly darted between the two brothers from her position on the bed, "where do we start first?"
Huey, of course, spoke first, "Our powers are probably the easiest place to start."
Both Riley and Jazmine nodded at that and Huey continued.
"Of the three of us mine is the most obvious, I can move things with my mind."
"Telekinesis." She added, slightly proud of herself for remembering the word she read in a book once.
"That would be the technical term yes," Jazmine preened at his acknowledgement, "Riley's power seems like it is based in energy. It looks like you can absorb energy and redirect it very destructively."
The imagery of the flames of the explosion before being absorbed through his fingers and the blast that followed that destroyed two cars and the people that were inside them. Somehow destructive looked like an understatement.
She was shaken out of her thoughts when Huey continued to talk, "I'm not sure if it's all types of energy or just kinetic energy, we might need to test that when able."
"Are you sure we should do that?" she asked, cringing a bit when the two intense gaze of the Freeman brothers landed on her, "I mean the last time he used it he kind of blew up a bunch of cars."
Huey didn't seem bothered at that fact, shrugging it off, "Well he can't be expected to control it if he isn't allowed to practice."
Jazmine opened her mouth to try to refute what he said, bit flashes of the carnage that happened at the Freeman home and decided against it. It was obvious that the lives and deaths of people weren't a big deal to him, at least the people who were after them definitely didn't matter to him.
She also had no legs to stand on either, she may not have disemboweled people but she doubts she could be considered a good person either, there were a million butterflies flying across Maryland with the possible souls and consciousness of real human beings mixed in with the cold machinery of car parts. At least Huey and Riley killed their victims.
She swallowed down her apprehension, "Yeah you're probably right."
Huey nodded although his eyes were slightly narrowed at her as if he could see what she was really thinking. She ducked her head, avoiding his gaze.
"I think what you can do is the most interesting Jazmine."
She looked back up, "Me?"
He smiled and she felt the hair on her neck stand up although she couldn't tell if that was a bad or good thing, "Yeah, you, I thought that your ability was transmutation."
"Transmutation?" she questioned, unfamiliar with the term.
"The ability to change one thing into another thing like how you changed the car and your hair and Sentinel Services into butterflies-"
She winced at the mention of that.
"-but you can do a lot more, you started the car and apparently you can teleport as well so I have two ideas about what your power can be and they are both pretty terrifying."
"It can't be that bad."
"I didn't say bad, I said terrifying." he clarified and she nearly rolled her eyes at the semantics.
"Those are the same thing."
"I don't think so."
"Can you just say what you think it is?" Riley interrupted them.
"Well the first one is that you can just randomly generate different powers depending on what you want or need or you can just warp reality."
Jazmine blinked and silence filled the room.
She blinked and swallowed down absolutely nothing, "...you're right, that is terrifying."
Huey either didn't notice or didn't care to notice her reaction and continued to speak, "While randomly generating any ability you want is impressive, being able to just change the fabric of reality is just incredibly powerful. You could do whatever you want whenever you want with basically no repercussions."
She hated that look in his eye, it was downright machiavellian and it made her queasy at the thought. What was she to him now? Was she no longer Jazmine, his childhood friend, was she just something to be used now?
She wanted to believe that he wouldn't but honestly she had no idea what to believe anymore.
The queasiness turned into the straight urge to throw up. She needed fresh air and now.
She stood up suddenly interrupting whatever the Freeman brothers were saying and tried her hardest not to flinch under their gaze.
An excuse escaped her lips easier than she thought, "I'm hungry, I'm going to go to the gas station and pick something up."
Riley nodded in agreement, "Yeah I'm hungry too pick me up some barbeque chips."
Huey, of course, didn't believe her for a second and his eyes raked over her analyzing every single micro expression but he unexpectedly didn't say anything about it letting her go with a simple, "Be careful."
She all but ran out of the room, down the stairs and passed the receptionist who was now smoking a cigarette.
Her feet carried her swiftly to the gas station that was a small walk down from the motel while she chanted to herself to not throw up. She was just being overdramatic. Huey was still Huey no matter how many people he killed, no matter how much havoc he wrecked and no matter how he was starting to look at her like she was a piece of meat.
She pushed through the glass door that was covered in fliers into the packed gas station store.
She perused through the aisles turning her nose up at the things in stock but beggars couldn't be choosers, she stuffed the six inch subs into her car along with some chips, including the barbeque ones that Riley requested, and juice because even desperate she wasn't desperate enough to drink soda.
She walked over to the cashier and watched as the twenty something year old with fiery red streaks in her jet black ponytail boredly checked them out.
The cashier glanced up at her and Jazmine awkwardly smiled in response.
"You heard about what happened in the news?"
Jazmine shrugged trying to keep the small talk to a minimum, "No I haven't."
"Yeah some mutant freaks killed a bunch of people in Maryland," the polite smile on her face froze, "it's big news I'm surprised you don't know."
Jazmine's grin became warmer, "Well I don't listen to the news, horrible stuff is always happening it gets really depressing."
She paid for her things and left careful not to run, running breeds suspicion. She then ran all the way to the motel room.
For the rest of the day she awkwardly avoided Huey which was doubly uncomfortable since they shared a finite space and she could feel his intense gaze on her but she managed to do it…until it was time for her to sleep, even though her fear and anxiety of him had been mellowed out into just pure uneasiness she still wasn't eager to jump into bed with him like they were having a middle school sleepover.
She tried to convince Riley to either let her get the bed or sleep with him but the little six foot tall brat wouldn't budge and by the time night fell he was already fast asleep in his own private sanctuary and she had to sleep in the same bed as her childhood friend who now only slightly terrified her and she had to do it in jeans because she didn't get to pack any pajamas.
She laid stiff as a fish right next to him as he thankfully slept on his side even though she knew he hated sleeping like that. She closed her eyes and-
She couldn't sleep.
That fact could be blamed on many things, the mattress was hard as rock, the pillow was completely flattened by the people who inhabited the room before her, the sheets were paper thin and let the cold of the room seep easily through until her teeth were chattering and she could swear that she was seeing a fat rat in the corner of the room staring at her, rubbing its tiny little hands in malicious anticipation.
But she knew the real reason why she couldn't sleep was a mere inch behind her sleeping soundly, he laid still as a statue but the warm heat emanating from his body was slowly driving her crazy.
She was more than tempted to just move slightly, only just an inch just to graze his exposed neck or even the flesh of his feet but a small but loud part of her was screaming at her to move far away from him just to not risk igniting whatever happened when they touched each other.
She shifted to her back and then back to her side again and then on her back once more only to go back to her side a few seconds later.
She huffed out a breath of irritation and seriously considered turning her body on her back again before Huey's voice cut through the silence of the night.
"Jazmine?"
She froze before tentatively answering him, "Yeah?"
"Are you still up?"
"...yeah."
"Why are you still up?"
"...I don't know."
Huey sighed and for a second she thought he had gone back to sleep but instead he sat up and clasped his hands in his lap. He glanced at her his already dark eyes looking jet black in the near complete darkness.
"Let's talk about it."
"I'd rather not."
"Well that's too bad tomorrow we're going to be in Atlanta and we need all our ducks in a row before that so lets nip this in the bud right now."
"Do I really have to?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes."
She groaned and sat up, "Ugh, fine let's talk."
He raised an eyebrow, "You're the one who's keeping me up at one a.m, you're the one who's supposed to start talking."
She groaned again, "Fine okay but don't say anything when I start whining."
"I won't. Scouts honor."
"You were never a scout."
"I am in spirit, now stop stalling and talk."
"Okay well I hate this, I hate all of this. I hate this garbage bed, I hate this shitty motel that you picked may I add, I hate that I have to wear all my ugly clothes, I hate that my butt still hurts from eight hour drive to freaking South Carolina, I hate how we still have more to go and we don't even know what's waiting for us on the other side," Jazmine had vaguely realized that she had started crying but under the patronizingly soft gaze of Huey she refused to let them fall, roughly wiping away her tears with the back of her hand before they could fall down her cheeks but they still continued to fall and she continued to speak.
"I hate that we had to run away because of sine freaks with guns, I hate that all I had to leave my parents was a lousy letter with a lame promise to meet them again when I barely know if I might live at the end of this whatever that he even means and I absolutely hate how it seems like I'm the only person who knows how fucked up this is!" she was yelling now but she couldn't care less if Riley woke up.
Huey tilted his head to the side, "You think you're the only one who's upset with the situation?"
Oh how Jazmine wanted to punch him in the face, "That's what it looks like to me, you and Riley look like you're more interested in the cool new things you can do."
"I'm trying to learn how to control it so I can help all of us."
She scoffed, "I think that you had enough control when you were those people, it looked to me that you were in your element."
She felt him tense up beside her and she immediately wanted to apologize. She really was in no position to judge him or any of them really but still the sight of it couldn't leave her mind and she said nothing to him resigning to look down at her lap.
"Is that what you think of me now? Some sort of monster?" He sounded genuinely hurt by her words and it only made her feel worse.
She snapped her head back to him, her mouth agape, "What no! I-"
He interrupted her, his voice cold enough to send uneasy shivers up her spine, "Because if you see me like that I completely accept that."
She furrowed her brows confused at his apparent acceptance at something she didn't even mean, "What?"
"I've said this before but it appears that it hasn't sinked in in yet so let me say it again," his voice was ice cold but his eyes burned even in the dark she could see the wild ferocity in his maroon colored eyes, "You and Riley are my priority and my responsibility and if I need to do very unsavory things to keep both of you safe then I will. I will gladly be the monster that you think I am if it keeps you alive, you can feel free to hate and resent me all you want for ruining your life for taking you away from your parents and any other blame you want to lay at my feet but please know that I won't regret or feel bad for it, okay?"
At the end of his speech she didn't know what to say, she stuttered out a quite frankly pathetic plea, "I-I didn't mean it like that Huey."
But what had she meant? She didn't know or maybe she didn't remember all she could feel was the pit in her stomach growing wider; she felt like an idiot no worse she felt like a child - a whining child.
Huey had gone through the same things as her, in fact it was worse for him at least Jazmine had parents to come back to all he had was his grandfather and they had no idea what had happened to him.
What had she expected to happen? That the dozens of trained soldiers armed to the teeth would let them go if they were nice enough? She didn't think she was that naive.
Huey did what he needed to do, they all did.
Her tears began to soak the sheet covering her lap but she still looked back up at him and with quivering lips she apologized.
"I'm sorry, you're right." He was always right.
Even with her eyes being blurred by the waterfall of tears she could still see his face soften and he leaned closer to her until their faces were barely an inch away from each other.
At first she thought he was going to kiss her and her face flushed at the thought of that but he didn't instead he did something even more intimate. He reached out his hand.
At first it was just the knuckles of their pinky fingers brushing against one another and even that tiny pathetic touch managed to send jolts down her hand like she had just touched an exposed electrical wire. The touch should mean nothing and she should feel nothing but she didn't, she felt too much, she felt it all and she wanted more.
Nervously she pressed her smaller hand against his, her palm flushed against his and her fingers lining up to his. The spark turned into lightning, their powers fused together singing in harmony and forming the beautiful aurora that she missed dearly.
Cobalt.
Then Emerald.
Then Ruby.
Then Wisteria.
Then Marigold.
Then Canary.
Then Bubblegum.
And then a plethora of gorgeous shades of a thousand colors, she couldn't keep her eyes off it.
Was time moving slower? She couldn't tell if a second or an hour had passed and she couldn't bring herself to care.
She heard someone let out a dumb sounding giggle and she barely recognized that it was her voice, she could also feel that a stupid grin was pasted on her face but only barely her body itself just felt so far away from where she really was. To her it felt as if her body and soul were being separated only held together by a thin thread and if she moved even slightly her thread would snap, severing her soul from her body forever.
"Jazmine." Huey's voice shocked her from her intoxicated reverie, unlike her own his voice was crystal clear, his deep baritone sent sweet shivers across her entire body.
Her eyes followed where his voice came from, laser focusing on his lips - full but not overfilled with hints of rose pink. She had never noticed how perfect they were, how kissable they were.
Those perfect kissable lips were saying something, she blinked and the words became clear.
"Go to sleep."
And she did.
Chapter four completed.
I find Huey and Jazmine's relationship to be the most interesting thing in this fic because it is so…toxic and not in the usual way where Huey has some girl that will not get up off from his dick but its toxic because they themselves are toxic - Jazmine is sensitive and codependent and Huey is manipulative and possessive but I love it so much and I'm actively going to make it worse for the fun and sexiness of it.
Also more hints of what happens when they touch, I imagine it's the sensation of someone getting high off black tar heroin but so much better and as we all know heroin is kind of addictive especially when you use it a lot and if they get that high from just holding hands what do you think would happen if they kiss and do other stuff…this is the fun of writing.
Also chapter five of Jade Eyes should be out either Wednesday or Thursday so stay tuned for that.
Anyways I hope you enjoyed it :)