Mystic Resonance

Doctor Feelings is Never Wrong

I'm bored.

I'm bored.

I'm SO bored.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored times infinity.

I reread my Jupiter Jim comics. I already know these by heart. Every line, every detail, every plot, and I wouldn't mind reading them. This time it's crucial I pay attention for a reason.

Okay, two reasons.

One, we haven't had any excitement for two days since we rescued Mayhem. Not to mention the incident where those mosquitoes escaped the mystic zone from Barum Draxum's lab. So far, it's been a little quiet. Most of our days we train by watching Lou Jitsu's movies studying on his fighting style. Sometimes I didn't get involve. Overall, a quiet, boring few days.

Two, I can't stop thinking about a certain Goth. Two days since we've encountered Merrill and I can't stop thinking about him. Since meeting Mr. Dark and Depressing, my brain keeps showcasing Merrill in different scenarios. I was like portraying as him, looking through his eyes. Kind of strange seeing through someone's eyes, especially if their vision is like being a computer in a spy movie. My latest daydream is imagining him doing pushups with one arm; sweat dripping down on the hardwood floor. He was finishing on his routine – I guess – as he stands up and walk over to his towel on a rack next to a wall of mirrors. His black hair pulled back to a ponytail, he wore a white tank top and gray sport shorts which showed his bare arms and legs. What shocked me of his prosthetics. I thought his arms were the only one he has, but I was completely wrong. His metal arms go past his elbows and legs were above his knees. That would explain his agility and speed. I saw him drying the sweat with a gray towel. He sighs in relief. He looks in the mirror and blinks his dark blue eyes. He stares into the mirror before I woke up.

I squeal in my pillow. What is wrong with me? He's no different than me... beside the mutation.

I visioned him going to his bathroom turning on the faucet on his shower. I see him looking at his sink mirror while taking his top off. I squeal again. I think my pillow is already crumble. I jump up hearing Mikey coming to my room.

"Hey, Leo, have you seen my art kit. I don't remember where I put it..."

"Nope. No idea. Haven't seen it. Bye!" I smother my pillow. I feel a tap on my head. I peek through my pillow and groan. On no.

"Talk to Doctor Feelings. Tell me what you're feeling." I hate it when he becomes Doctor Feelings. It's hard to read his expression. He does a complete 360 turn on the personality scale. I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell Mikey – I mean, Dr. Feelings. He could help me figure out why Merrill is in my head.

I sit up with a sigh. I discard my pillow. "Something is wrong with me. Ever since meeting Merrill, he's stuck in my head. I try distracting my mind with my hobbies: skateboarding, reading comics, watching videos, playing video games, but nothing works! I keep seeing him! I mean, come on! The first time we met, he stuck a knife at my throat! A knife! Who does that? Next, he said he wasn't getting involve and then got involved anyway! He's rude, conceited, has a dark sense of humor –"

"Okay. But how do you feel when you think of him?"

My face gets heated. "Um... uh... idunno... weird? Like a good weird. Merrill isn't all bad. Before our encounter, he reassures Mayhem he would protect him. And he goes through the trouble of saving Mayhem. He could've gone home and pretended like he didn't see anything, and he didn't. and the way he holds me, three times, feels like I was hugging a warm blanket. If the moment lasted a little longer, I wouldn't mind sleeping there." I sigh heavily. I soon realized I was holding myself. I straighten myself before looking back at Dr. Feelings. "Every time I think about Merrill, my heart beats too fast, my hands sweat slot, and my stomach has an uneasiness to it. I know I'm not sick. What is it?"