My alarm clock blared loudly again, but this time I was up before it had a chance to harass my ears. I had slept terribly, with wicked hot dreams of a deep red aura, with a blurry caramel colored face and bright green eyes romanticizing me.
How do you get off to an aura, subconscious? I scold myself for such a silly dream.
As I get ready for work, I nod approvingly at my eyes for not hording large bags under them due to last nights restlessness. I get in my car, and turn the radio on a bit louder than usual. I try to shake the visions of a snazzy suit and a floating pen that try to assault me as I am driving. The best thing about controlling your visions is you can sometimes force away the small ones. There are some you can't avoid, which I like to think is just nature taking its course. But others, like small day-to-day scenarios, can definitely be avoided. I cruise along on my way to the office, pressing the petals a little harder than usual due to the visions nagging at the side of my temple. It almost feels as if I'm fighting back bike from my throat, only instead of my throats it's my head. I also wail along to every song on the way there, today seems a little bit brighter than yesterday despite whatever visions I may or may not avoid.
Meetings all aside, I have to get down to some serious paper pushing. I sit at my desk in my office five minutes early as always, which my boss considers to be punctual. I let ol'bessy hum to life as I get situated in my desk chair. I log in to my computer, but my eyes wander. Sitting across from me in the office that has been vacant for seven months is Mr. Redman himself. He looks disinterestedly at his computer, his arm outstretched on his desk, and he is twirling a pen. Only, the pen is not actually in his hand. It is levitating above it.
My vision in my car this morning... I gasp inwardly.
And all of a sudden I wish I hadn't pushed them away. I know right now I look like the big bug-eyed black fish with their mouths in a huge "o" expression. He looks up at me, obviously sensing my staring. My cheeks turn up about 100 degrees hotter than my body. I'm sure I looked like an idiot, but I could not believe my eyes.
Is this guy telekinetic? I thought.
What a joy it would be to have someone outside of the clergy with powers. The things we could teach each other, the power we can access. I started to feel as giddy as a school girl. My mind wanted to wonder the possibilities but before I could I would have to stop staring.. When he noticed that my eyes were glued to him, he snatched the pen down. He stands abruptly, grabs his coffee mug and bolts right out the door of his office...
My new coworker is telekinetic! I jump for joy as a twisted image of Mr. Redman and I practicing our abilities together flickers through my head..
I tried to wander about the office as much as I could for the rest of the day, in hopes of finding him. I wanted to tell him he didn't have to worry that I would give him away. Maybe I wouldn't say that I'm a psychic myself, but finally; there was a chance that someone could understand what I was going through. I didn't want to let that slip through my fingers at any cost. I even considered asking my director what his name was but since I didn't want to look like a love struck stalker girl, naturally I didn't. I decided to let fate handle this one; if it wasn't meant to be, than it wouldn't be. I tried my best to pay attention to my work for the last hour rather than mull over things beyond my control, for once.
As I pull into my driveway I see a blue car in my driveway, and I immediately know it's my friend Aria. Let me take a second to tell you about Aria Wesley. She was the kind of girl who didn't need an introduction when she entered the room. You knew it was her purely because of the weed stench that stuck to her. Aria's hair was black as night, with old fashioned front bangs. She wore various shades of red lipstick almost every day. This further accentuated her already round, full lips. Don't judge this book by her "40oz to freedom" band shirt, though. Because within that book is one of the sweetest girls you've ever met.
I skidded across the parking lot, dogding the residents in my complex who didnt drive very well. My eyes scan for Aria. Before I see her, I see her aura. It is a bright emerald green. It illuminates around her like a soft silhouette. I've always thought her aura just felt like home. That bright emerald green that meant she was a love-centered person, a healer. I always trusted her more because I know her aura is accustomed to those with good intentions. Not that I could tell her that, Aria was unaware of my powers.
"Hey Kai" she chimes, sitting snug in the corner seat of my front patio.
"What's up Aria?" I ask, though I can tell from the joint in her hand exactly what she's up to. Sometimes I join her, and others I don't. I like to drown out my powers sometimes, and today is as good of a day as any to do just that.
"Wanna hit?" She exhales, smoke streaming from her nose and mouth simultaneously.
I accept without hesitation. Take my own slow drag. I tried to blow it out of my nose the way she does, but it just burns a little and I sneeze.
Aria notices and chuckles, "I'm sure it is a little harsh for you.."
I nod my head, starting to lose focus of Arias thoughts. She's thinking about moving in with her boyfriend this upcoming weekend. To which I am expected to attend, to help move boxes and such. We sit there in silence for a few minutes more. We air out our clothes before we walk in to my apartment.
We go inside and I began to get comfortable, pulling my hair from it's elastic as I listen to Aria talk about her recent struggle not to be anxious about moving in with her boyfriend. I let her vent, not listening or saying much because I know this is what she randomly dropped by to do. I pour myself a drink, not offering one to Aria because she has to drive herself home and I don't feel like offering her the guestroom tonight. With all of my visions and excitement for the day, if I let her stick around too long she'll figure out something is up. The last thing I need is to have one of my best friends ditch me because I am a freak.
When she's finally all out of breath and feeling better from her vent, I reassure her the way she's feeling is normal and to try not to stress about it. She gives me a genuine smile like only Aria Wesley could do.
"Thank you for understanding me dude, sometimes I just freak myself out is all." She chuckles
"Come on, crazy. I'll walk you out." I smile back.
We reach her car, and Aria hugs me goodbye. Only instead of walking away, she's lingering near her driver side door after I open it.
Kai's such a good friend, I'm sure she'll come this weekend. I've mentioned it a billion times and nows the time to ask, she thinks.
"Hey kai would you mind helping out this weekend if you aren't busy? Jo and I could use the extra hands..."She finally let's out.
"I'll be there." I smile at her as she climbs in her car, trying not to roll my eyes at agreeing to spend time with her and doofus.I see her shoulders slump in relief and she pulls out and turns onto the road. I may not like her boyfriend, but I am forever indebted to her for being such a kick-ass best friend.
I head inside to shower, change, then head right back out the door. I walk this time, because three tequila sunrises have my head buzzing more than visions ever could. Enough to where it's safer to walk.
