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~Chapter 27~

"How am I supposed to do that?" I ask, raising my eyebrows. The familiar feeling of uneasiness had made it's presence known, twirling my stomach in a knot.

"Like I said, you're clumsy. Something will happen, and you, my friend, are going to fall for it." Vikk explains, the mischevious grin never leaving his face. "Literally." Preston adds, tapping the countertop lightly with his fingernails.

"Guys, I-I don't know if I can do that..." I start, messing with my hands. "What would they say?"

Preston shrugs, making Vikk hit him in the shoulder. "Be supportive!" Vikk scolds, making Preston puff his lower lip out while he rubs his arm.

"I'm sure they'd be thrilled!" Preston exclaims, giving Vikk a questioning glance that said 'did I do it right?'

"Yeah, thrilled to get me to do things, like,'Hey Lachlan, what am I thinking of!' Or, 'Hey Lachlan, make this glow! Hey Lachlan, be invisible!'" Thinking of when I had the 'temporary telepathy.'

"Well you know what? Whether I'm visible or invisible, I'm a freak!" I huff, immediately regretting what I had said.

Vikk stays silent, furrowing his eyebrows. Preston shuts his mouth, his eyes wide.

My eyes do the same.

What's the hell? What's gotten into me?

"Lachlan...you aren't a freak." Vikk reassures, laughing nervously afterward. "You didn't think we thought that...did you?" He asks, stiffness visible.

I open my mouth to say something, quickly shutting it.

I guess I didn't think about their reactions at first...

"No- Guys listen, I-" "You totally do." Preston interrupts. "I don't even understand why in hell would you think that. We're family!" Preston practically yells. Vikk smacks his arm again, since he was being too loud.

"Family?" I repeat, my tongue having a hard time piecing correct words together. I didn't even realize that Preston had cursed.

Preston still looks a bit peeved, so Vikk decides to elaborate for him. "Yes, family. We practically live together. We're best friends. In my opinion, we're the most ideal family ever." Vikk consoles, making motions with his hands as if they were puzzle pieces, grinning towards the end of tiny speech.

I keep my mouth shut. Family.

.....

Huh.

The blue mist returned to my hands once again, making me groan. I stretch, my back beginning to hurt because of the awkward arch of my back as I sat. "Does that happen often?" Preston asks, pointing to my hands.

I guess it's best if we got off topic.

"All the time."

"Isn't it cool?"

"Not all the time."

Preston tilts his head, Vikk joining the new conversation. "Why don't you like it all the time?"

"It just- happens. When it really doesn't need to." I explain, moving my right hand around while the light creates a small train behind it. "Like in public."

" Is that why you kept hiding your hands during bowling?" Preston points out, raising his eyebrow.

"You noticed?"