PSYCHOKINESIS

Télékinésie: Chapter 9

There were few things that Shawn didn't understand. Few things that he couldn't turn into an equation or a painting or beautifully manipulated words upon a scrunched piece of paper. Despite this, he was completely unable to wrap his head around the pure beauty who sat in front of him. It was strange, never in his life had he ever looked at anyone and thought they were so undeniably beautiful. She was just one of those people. One of those girls he expected to be on the cover of a magazine or all over the TV and press. Then there was the beauty she had on the inside, the optimistic laughter which captivated and wrapped him around her poised picky. In some ways she was whimsical... dreamy in a sense. As his hand reached over the table to hold hers she laughed a little upon the connection and blushed,  

"Stop it." She shyly demanded as  her eyes diverted from his. Unsure of what she meat he pulled his eyebrows together and looked at her in confusion, "Stop concentrating on me so much, I can hear you now. Especially with you holding my hand like this. It's making me self-conscious." She burned a bright red that he didn't even know such golden skin could go and so he laughed a little and removed his hand from hers. Over the course of the night their connection seemed to grow so vastly that she couldn't just feel him, no, she could also hear him and although it scared her- she knew he never thought anything bad about her. Once again his mind drifted to how much he wanted to protect her and he saw her blush again.

"I'm sorry." He looked into her eyes to admire them. First they were brown but then they were golden and somehow after that they were green. He couldn't call them brown because that didn't do them justice- although brown eyes had always engulfed him- nor could he call them hazel or green because they were a little too browny-goldeny for that. Instead he realised that they were Amber, a strange amber that he wasn't used to but could recognise. 

"Stop it" She told him once again so the two of them laughed before she decided to bring up a conversation that would hopefully distract his mind for a while so she didn't have to hear him thinking about her. "This is beautiful, you really didn't have to do all of this." The young woman thanked him. 

"It really wasn't much of a trouble. If anything it was the easiest thing to do." He chuckled a little and the two looked down at the rose petals scattered over the white clothed table. The entire resturant was just for them, although their table was the only one where effort had been put it, and there were candles spread out across the room with dim lights and classical music which reminded her of her father. "Marley-" Shawn pointed over to the girl not too far from them, "- works in the resturant and I see her every day. She's a cool girl and I asked if she'd do this for us." Beyoncé gleamed again and turned around to look at the young girl who stood by the cutlery shining a few spoons to waste some time. 

"I'm very grateful. I know that she shouldn't be working right now, make sure she gets a good tip." She suggested with a smile. Marley didn't looked very old, maybe 20 years old. She was a beautifully dark skinned girl with natural curly hair pulled into a ball of fuzz at the back of her head. She wore a white uniform over her slim figure and was clearly someone who understood the art of make-up a little more than Beyoncé did. "How do you know her so well?" Beyoncé asked Shawn. 

"Well I do get most of my food from this resturant and she works here a lot. She's friendly to say the least and I guess I don't really know her very well at all but she's willing to help. She's one of those nice people." Beyoncé nodded her head and turned back to Shawn with a soft smile. 

"Do you think maybe I could talk to her too? It's not often I'm this close to a girl near my age." Beyoncé didn't know if she should feel bad about wanting to take a moment from her date with Shawn to go and say hello. Just a little conversation excited her in ways she didn't quite understand but she soon felt worry radiate from him and sighed a little. "You think it's a bad idea? She'll find out who I am and we'll find ourselves in trouble?" She looked at him with sad eyes.