Hope on the Rocks

Practicing

Jason's pov

I can still fight crime. I can use these newfound powers to stop evildoers. I just have to learn to control it. But I have superpowers. I can shoot electricity from my hands and I can control electronics just by moving my hands. I focus on an empty beer bottle, trying to do it. A bolt shoots out of my hand and I fly back, smashing into my truck. "Ow, that hurt." I mutter, rubbing my back and sitting up. "Jason, what are you doing?" I try not to look surprised. I hide my hands behind my back. "Nothing, just practicing." She leans against the doorframe. "Practicing what?" I smile. "This." I say, holding onto my truck and shooting the beer bottle. She screams in surprise. "What the heck?!" "Just something I can do now." "Well, I sure didn't see this coming." "Neither did I, baby, but it's pretty cool." She smiles and walks off the porch toward me. "Just no touching my hands til I get this under control." I warn her. I don't think she likes that too much. "I just don't want to shock you baby." "Oh okay. I guess I can settle for this." She says, kissing me. I lean against the truck while we make out. I slip my gloves on and wrap my arms around her waist. "This ain't gonna change nothin' with us right?" "Of course not, Jay." I open the truck door. "After you then my dear." The only thing I leave on though is my gloves.

Sorry it's so short. I'm about to eat dinner and watching the walking dead.