Finally Seen

Finally Seen-Part 2

Chapter Two

(Mary)

The boy stared at my hand for a moment, a bit confused. He then looked up at me, and I couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. It had been a while since anyone looked at me. But he can see you. I thought excitedly. 

He hesitated before reaching for my hand. A part of me didn't want him to accept it. I mean, what if I was wrong about him? What if he wasn't different and when he tried to grab it, the same thing happened with him as with everyone else? Then he would freak out and think he was crazy. Why did you have to go and do it Mary? I shouldn't have ever tried. I should have left it alone, and not risked it. But he can see you.  I reminded myself.  That was a miracle all on it's own, but would I be so lucky as to be seen and felt? Doubtful, but maybe, just maybe, it could happen.

The boy, whose name was Jonah, looked from my hand to me.

And then, in a split second, he reached for my hand, and took it in his own. He actually held it. I fought the urge to gasp, cry and laugh all at the same time, while I pulled him up off the ground.

"Thanks." he said and brushed some dirt off his jeans. He had a nice voice. It was deep, but not Morgan Freeman deep.

"No problem." I said and smiled. I managed not to squeal in excitement, but I couldn't contain my newfound joy enough to stop myself from smiling like a clown.

For a minute, he was studying me. I pretended to study him back, but I didn't really need to. I knew quite a bi about him already. His name was Jonah. Charles. Kershaw. He was sixteen. He had two sisters, and he moved here two years ago. Of course I didn't know all this because, I was stalking him, no, I knew this because I simply knew things. It wasn't exclusively with him, things about everyone and everything just appeared in my head. I couldn't control it.

"So was what just happened as humiliating as I think it was?" he asked me after a minute or so.

"No." I told him. "It wasn't humiliating at all."

"You sure." he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Positive." I assured him. "Not many people would have done that." I remembered the guy the guy that he confronted from when I was in school. Nolan had always been a jerk, but it seemed he had gotten much worse.

"Yeah, I'm aware." he said and scratched the back of his head. He was tall, at least a head taller than me, but he was a bit lanky. He had really curly hair, which was dark and quite unruly, although it wasn't like mine was perfect. He had dark brown eyes to, which  despite the fact that they currently looked angry, I found the warm and kind. "I'm Jonah by the way."

I nodded and acted like I didn't already know.  "I'm Mary." I introduced myself. I couldn't help but bite my lip, which was something I did when I was nervous. it had been years since I was able to talk to someone, and my conversation skills were a little rusty.

"Mary." Jonah tested my name. "You know, that's suppose to be a fairly common name, but you're the first Mary I've met."

Jonah cracked a smile. It was the first smile I had received in so long, and the first one he showed since I saw him earlier. Maybe my conversation skills aren't that bad.

I smiled back. I couldn't help it. His was contagious, and I was thrilled by the simple exchange of words gong on between us. "It's shortened actually." I told him. "Legally I'm Mary-Laine."

"Mary-Laine?" he questioned, but it was more as a joke than a serious question, as far as I could tell anyway. "Not Mary-Jane."

I let out a small laugh. A laugh of pure happiness. "No I'm not named after a shoe."