Always

Chapter Two

Six's POV

I want to keep in contact with the Garde when Sam and I go on our "travel the world" tour thing. Whatever you call it. I'm excited. Sam got us all new phones yesterday so we will all have one. So I've been running around asking for everyone's number. So far I've gotten everyone but John. I can't find him.

He's on the roof, I hear Ella speak into my mind.

Oh, thanks Ella, and as quickly as she came, Ella leaves my mind.

Since I can't fly, I go up the to the top floor of the hotel and climb out John's window. Then, using my telekinesis on myself, I float up to the roof, with the help of a wind I've created to help push me upwards. I softly step towards the blonde haired boy that stands on the other side of the roof, with his back turned to me. He almost looks like he's meditating in a way. He doesn't notice me when I am five feet behind him. I stand and wait for a few seconds, debating on whether I should disturb him, when he turns and looks right at me.

"Hey," I say, allowing my self a little grin.

"Hey, what's up?' John asks.

"I just need your number for when we...uhh, disperse, I guess," I say.

"My number is four," John jokes.

"No, your phone number, idiot," I punch him in the arm.

"Relax! Maren," He says my "human" name like a threat.

"First of all, whatever you think you have on me with that name, you don't. " I spit. " And second, just give me your number!"

John finally gives me his number, followed by saying: "I don't think it will work in the Himalayas though."

"Whatever," I say.

"When are you planning on calling me?" He asks. "In between make out sessions with Sam?"

"Don't be a jerk," I say, brushing the comment off.

"Just asking," he comments innocently.

"Uh-huh."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Six..."

"John..."

"This is pointless."

"It really is."

We both laugh a little, reminding me of the times back in Florida when it was just John, Sam, and me. John sits down on the roof, so I sit beside him. He looks at me for a while as I gaze off into the city, he thinks I don't notice, but I can feel his eyes on me. I feel warmer.

"I know you're staring  at me," I say without looking at him.

"Oh," is all he says.

I notice his right hand lays limp on the roof beside him. His expression looks empty, sad, like a lost puppy. On impulse, I slip my hand into his. His hand is warm and strong, and he looks momentarily shocked. But then he relaxes, holding my hand. I give him a warm smile and squeeze his hand, and then turn us invisible for a second, then flash us back into visibility. He chuckles, squeezes back, and heats up his Lumen, sending a warm feeling coursing through me.

"What is this for?" John asks softly.

"You looked like you needed something like it," I say.