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____________________________________ As James and Charlie stand across from each other, the cold air surrounding them heating up as the teen continues to stare at one another, them both afraid of starting the conversation that they new was going to happen at one time or another.
"We need to talk Charlie." James said.
Charlie stands across from him, her hands in her pockets, and her face showing no emotion. "Yeah we do."
Charlie walks forwards towards James, her hands being pulled out of her pockets and being held in front of her in a way that tells James that she means no harm.
"Before you say anything, I need to say I'm sorry," She began, her words coming out of her mouth going fast, her not taking a breath in between her sentences, "I am so sorry about bombarding you with all of that information, and not even giving you a second to explain yourself, before I ran away. I just have been holding this secret for weeks, and I couldn't bare to keep it from you any longer.. I didn't mean to... I am so sorry fo-"
James stops Charlie from continuously apologizing to him, "Its okay Charlie! Please stop apologizing! Just take a second and breathe.." He then shrugs his shoulders, "Oh believe me I was shocked by your observation... But why didn't you just come to me when you found out about it?"
Charlie swung her leg in front of her, not making eye contact with him, "I had a feeling you would lie to me, and I didn't even truly know if I was right or not."
"How did you end up figuring it out?" He asked.
Charlie took a deep breath, wringing her hands together, pacing where she was standing previously, "Well, I honestly didn't know until you froze when I brought it up in the first place, it was just a hunch," she began, "do you remember the day that we were making those slime balls and we mixed in the wrong compounds?"
James laughed, "yeah, we mixed in Isopropyl Alcohol instead of Polyvinyl Alcohol." He laughed harder as he thought back to that day, "you were freaking out because you forgot your glasses that day and read the label wrong and we didn't figure it out until it was too late. That beaker was so hot before it ex-"
"Exploded," she cut him off. He looked back at her with his eyebrow raised. "Do you remember what happened after that?"
"I cut myself, " he said shocked.
"You did.." She said, "you got cut so bad because you protected me from getting hit from the glass.. you bled a lot and needed a lot of towels, and then less than thirty seconds later, you just stopped bleeding. No one stops bleeding that fast."
"You also got cut from that, you needed some towels too. I remember a piece cut your face." He points right above her eyebrow where a small sliver of a scar was hidden behind her hat.
"Yeah, and it hurt a little bit, and I was crying because I was sacred and embarrassed, because of the wrong alcohol. But all of a sudden, the pain was gone," She stood there, feeling shy by James' gaze. "I looked down and your veins seemed black," she waved her arms as she talked, "I thought it was a trick of the light, but it didn't make sense to me. My pain was gone, and your veins turned black, and then you flinched. That is what started me looking into things. That's what made me look into you being supernatural. "
