spark.

~Chapter 21~

I instantly sit up, looking around. I rub my eyes, trying to wake myself up. What the hell was that? I look at Preston, then the others, finding them sleeping soundly. Am I hallucinating? I shake my head, before trying to take in my surroundings once again. I toss the blanket off myself, hearing it softly land on the floor. I stand, my legs nearly giving out. Fudge. I was comfy, too. I walk next to the pile of 'manly men', who looked like a bunch of girls at a sleepover, sleeping on the couch, while I looked for someone's phone I could easily borrow. I grab Mitch's knowing he doesn't have a password, and cut on the flashlight. I shine it around the room, making sure to avoid waking up the others. I squint my eyes, trying to find something. Yet, there's nothing. I sigh, cutting the flashlight off, and setting it back down beside the rightful owner. Not to mention, was drooling and snoring. I cautiously go up the stairs, feeling around the bedroom floor for my phone. Once I find it, I subconsciously wipe off the screen on my shirt. I walk down the stairs, thinking about what just happened. "What is  a spark, anyways?" I whisper to myself, walking back towards the couch. Suddenly Preston makes a groaning noise, stretching out his limbs, and in to my spot on the couch. I inwardly groan, rubbing the bridge of my nose. He yawns and makes a weird smacking noise with his mouth, signaling he's somewhat conscious. Key word somewhat.

"Preston, move your legs." I demand lazily, lifting my leg and kicking him lightly. He groans, mumbling random words into his pillow. "Preston, I'm serious. Move." I say lightly kicking him again. "Ugh," he groans, turning over. "What do you want from me? I'm trying to sleep." He complains, his eyes barely open as he glares at me. I roll my eyes. "I said move your legs. You put them in my sleepy spot." I say, mentally groaning. Preston, stop being such a prick. Ba dum tss. "But I'm comfy..." He complains, turning over again. For Christ's sake Preston. I wait for a moment, before walking over to my spot and sitting down. On his legs. He makes an annoyed noise before sitting up and retracting his legs, glaring at me. "What was that for?!" He whisper yells, gesturing to my sitting position. "I'm tired and you weren't cooperating." I say plainly. He scoffs, muttering "darude" under his breath. "Hey, I'm not the one being darude, I just wanted my spot back." I declare, laying my head back and sighing. Preston hesitates. "What?" he says quietly. "What do you mean what? I was responding to you calling me darude. Don't play dumb, I know you're at least somewhat awake." I complain, my sleepy/ pissed-off side showing. For some reason, my drunk side wasn't taking over yet. Strange. "I didn't call you darude." He mutters to himself.

Not this again. I'm literally contemplating going up to that wall over there, and just slamming my head into it, because of my stupidity. I mentally slap myself, and sigh inwardly. "I tend to talk to myself, I guess." I laugh tiredly, hoping he won't pay any mind to it. But when have I ever had luck? "Wait..." Never. "You can still do that thing can't you?!" He exclaims, nearly waking up the others. I cast him a glare, before checking to see if they were awake. Thankfully, they weren't. "You have to keep it down, Preston." I say quietly, keeping my gaze away from him. "But... Why'd you lie and say you couldn't do it anymore?" he whispers to me, seeming somewhat sad. It broke my heart a little, seeing Preston upset because I had lied. I know lying is bad, but something's you have to keep from people. Even the ones you're closest to. Especially, with things like this. "Because I need to figure out what's wrong with me first." I mutter. He stares at me in confusion. "Does that mean there's more you can do?" he asks, talking a bit louder. I blink, thinking of how I should play this. 'Well, obviously not, I mean it's not like I survived a fudging lighting strike and lived unexpectedly.' "No. I-- it's just really confusing, Preston. I can't really control the 'telepathy' or whatever you called it." I explain, playing with my hands.  Great, now I sound like a grandparent having trouble with technology. "Well if you ever need any help, I'm here. Okay?" He reminds me, and I nod. I feel a pang of guilt, but I known I can't tell him. Like I said, I have to figure out what's going on with me first.

He adjusts himself to sleep, before I remember his intrest with my telepathy. Maybe I could entertain him in return of him keeping this a secret. Does he know this is a secret...? "Hey Preston, do you want me to try it?" I ask quietly, peering over the blanket to observe the Texan's response. He instantly sits up, nodding with a grin on his face. I nod at him, signaling him to think of something. He looks up at the ceiling with his eyebrows furrowed, obviously in thought. He smiles and looks back down at me, and rubs his hands together. "If you get this, this 100% proves you have telepathy." I roll my eyes, before making eye contact and staring. "Remember, this is a secret. Okay?" I remind him, making sure we were on the same page. He nods swiftly, muttering an, "of course."

Little whispers fill my ears, sounding like voices in the distance. An all to familiar laugh fills my head, and the sounds of something clicking monotonously in the background. I hear another voice, one that I recognize immediately. The puzzle pieces put themselves together. "You're thinking of crazy craft..?" I ask, smiling at him. A nostalgic feeling runs through me, making me feel like a kid who had just been given their favorite toy. I remember playing minecraft with him, back when we had just met. Preston smiled back at me, nodding. He leaned forward and hugged me, his body feeling like a living heater. Jesus. He's almost as hot as lava. He's burning! I hugged him back, the smile still on my lips. "Just remember that I'm here for you. You can tell me anything." He whispers softly, breaking the silence in the dark room. I nod, the same feeling of guilt washing through me. He leans back, getting back into his sleeping position while I get myself in mine. "Goodnight Lachlan." He whispers, going silent. "Goodnight, Preston." I mutter, the vision of our endless talks filling my thoughts as my eyes flutter closed. But, the one thing that lingered in my head was the thing he said to me.

"You can tell me anything."

But Preston,.....I'm not sure if I can.

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Hello!
Here's a new chapter. Im sort of in a mood, so don't be surprised if the next update comes early. ((But don't be surprised if it comes late, either.)) So, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! I apologize for making it somewhat sad that Lachlan doesn't trust Preston, but it's okay. Different things will come up soon.
Can't spoil anything more for you~
(not that I really did ;>)
Much luv!