The Slowest Kiss (On Hold)

How She Wonders

I stared blankly up at the ceiling. I was so tired of thinking I thought my mind would burst. It would only be a matter of time.

It was Friday and the week now seemed like a blur. Xenia, Nathan, and I hadn't tested magic again in awhile because of the intense headaches both us got after trying out Major Power. I still didn't understand the concept. Xenia said that a Major Power is what is your most difficult because it takes a lot out of you. For some reason fire comes easily for me it felt as though as soon as it happened it was completely natural. Like it was suppose to happen.

That wasn't even the weirdest part of it all. The fact that I wasn't freaking out was the part that threw me for a loop. Sure I was internally screaming but all I did was get up startled. And that's when I started to believe. The questions filled my head but I didn't know if anyone knew the answer, not even my uncle.

Sure I could talk to Nathan about this but he seemed really eager and happy to know about this while I, fully accepting what we are, still want nothing to do with it. I control two elements earth and fire, but why?

A soft knock on my door made my head jerk up. I sat up and looked at the door. Xenia and Nathan would just walk in, who is this? "Come in?" I yelled a little unsure.

Luke walked in the room and immediately the smell of grass filled the air. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. He smiled at me. "Sorry, I just back from practice and I didn't really have a chance to shower." He said. I don't know why but my jumbled thought process had turned innapproiate. Stupid hormones. "Why are you here?" I asked bluntly.

It sounded a little harsh but I had no time to be bothered right now. I suddenly realized how much I needed to call home. "I was checking up on you." His playful expression turned serious. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Out of all of my thoughts I had not thought about that night. Wait, he was there? I opened my eyes and raised a brow.

"I found you... on the ground that night. I took you back here and..." He trailed off. "Left?" I said filling in his words. He shifted and leaned on the door remaining cool. "Yeah, sorry about that. I had to rush back to the dorm. But your okay?" His voice was full of concern and it confused me. Why did he care so much? "Yeah I'm good. Thanks." I muttered getting up from my bed and walking towards the door.

"Do you want some... coffee or something?" I asked. He was in my house, he might as well get something to drink. He nodded and followed me into the kitchen.

"So what's your story Aria Forrester?" He suddenly asked. My back was to him but I can still tell he was smiling. My lips twitched into a smirk as I got the coffee in the machine. "What do you mean? If anything I should be asking you that. Everyone seems to know of me in this school." I said. I don't even know myself, that's the scary part.

He snorted. "If you're really interested I'll tell you everything. Not much to tell though. What do you want to know?" I stopped mixing and tilted my head at him. "What was your first toy's name?" I picked after a second thought. His laugh started out small and it grew into a full hearted laugh. It was a nice deep sound and my body chilled.

"You want to know what was the name of my first toy?" He asked bewildered. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to face him. "Yeah, you said asked a question so I did. Now say your answer."

He was thinking hard and it was silent for awhile. "Ralph. He was a rag doll my grandmother made for me when I was born." He said. I nodded trying to picture a mini Luke dragging around a rag doll. "Do I ask a question now?" He asked. I shrugged my shoulders again. The coffee was about done so I pulled it out and started to pour it in two different cups. "What's your deepest darkest secret?" His eyes gazed into mine and my body warmed. Did he already know? I tried to play it off as much as I could. "Now, Luke if I told you that it wouldn't be a secret." I said coolly. He chuckled and I smiled. "I guess you have a point. Your turn to ask me something."