Eli Pepperjack Imagines

Supernatural Behavior Part 2

**kissing

I don't really know what happened tonight. I couldn't stop thinking about it, all I could do was lay in bed and stare at the ceiling. Did I really waste most of my life because I was scared of being different, or rather terrified of who I was? How did Eli know Aja was an alien? Why did he want me to see her change? I didn't understand. I turned and shoved my face into my pillow. All I wanted to do was go to bed. Forget about it.

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What's that noise? Oh gosh it's my alarm clock. I'm going to be late! I grabbed my stuff and threw on some clothes. I grabbed a snack to tide me over until lunch. And started to open the door, but I stopped to run to the bathroom and check the mirror. Sure enough my (f/c) lines were showing, and that reminded me about what happened last night. Now I didn't want to go to school, but I went out the door and did anyways. 

I walked into Mrs. Townson's class and saw Aja sitting in her seat. We made eye contact, she seemed happy to see me even after last nights events. I sat down and started overthinking. Does she know? What if she thinks I'm weird for being so careful, I mean I have to right? What if she talks about it again? Is my life really that wildly depressing? Maybe it is if I'm just now realizing that I've been hiding from myself for years. I just want things to go back to normal, it was-

"Y/N are you alright?" I was snapped out of thought, and found the person the voice belonged to. 

"Um. Yes Mrs. Townson I'm fine." I said and faked a quick smile. I was a bit embarrassed so I started playing with my hands again. I looked down at them to avoid eye contact, and I saw a thick (f/c) line on my hand. I followed it, I pulled up my long sleeve and checked. It was fading up my arm, and was now at my elbow. I covered my entire arm back up, including my finger, and I urgently raised my other hand.

"Could I use the restroom?!" I practically yelled it, and everyone turned to me. "Please?" I mumbled. The teacher nodded. I moved towards the door so fast my desk squeaked when I got up. And once I was out of the classroom, I bolted to the bathroom. Once I was in I checked the mirror, those roads had traveled all the way up my neck now. I brushed my fingers against them, and then placed my hands on the edge of the sink. I stared at myself as my the other half faded onto my face. 

"Why is this happening? This never happens." I say.

"I think it's because you're overwhelmed about something." I spun towards the door, by now I was fully changed. It was Aja. I could feel the worry fall on my face. "Sometimes when I'm overwhelmed or distracted with some kind of emotion my form becomes visible as well." She was right, I was overwhelmed. But I didn't say anything. "Would you like to talk about it?" I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words. She walked up to me and held my hands. "I'm hear whenever you are ready. You look beautiful with your patterns by the away." And with that she started to walked out. I grabbed her arm before she could open the door. 

"It's just my whole life I've been taught to hide and keep this locked away." I motioned my arms to the lines. "When I saw you so at easy showing yourself, I was just shocked. I don't know why I'm getting so worked up, but I guess I envy that freedom. I've seen you around town all blue and stuff, but never knew that was you. That you were like me, hiding, but also living a fun and interesting life. I want that, I want to be free. I don't want to hide anymore, even though it's for safety. I don't want to run away from myself just to gain little bits of security." I noticed my eyes started to water, tears seeping out along with my suppressed emotions. 

"Y/N. It's ok to hide for safety sometimes. You just need to find a balance between safe and fun. And you need to learn that you're not running from yourself, you're protecting yourself and your loved ones. Be comfortable with yourself, but not reckless. Although reckless is ok sometimes too." We giggled at that last bit. "Now get your armor on for class." Well that's one way of putting it. I watched her walk out, and then looked at myself in the mirror again. I smiled. She was right, I needed to find a balance, and be more comfortable with it. I was talking it to seriously and it consumed me.