Frerard One Shots

The Sharpest Lives Are The Deadliest To Lead

        Walking back to campus, it starts raining. Hard. Out of nowhere, a monsoon hits. People on the streets start running inside stores or hailing cabs to get out of the rain. I decide to take shelter in the store. There's no way I'm going to walk nope, not in this type of weather. Damn, this is the second time I'm breaking my promise to myself in a week. I'm desperately trying to walk places more, I've started a terrible habit of refusing to walk to my destinations, which started causing problems. When I scared the shit out of a child, I knew I needed to cut back. They were pointing at me, their mother apologizing and then scolding the kid. No one believes the poor kid because kids make up crazy lies. But in that instance, I couldn't give in so I just told the mother is was okay and walked away. After that, I made a great deal to start walking instead. 

        A few days ago, I was running late to class, really late. It was either irritating my professor again or doing it. I told myself it wasn't a big deal because nobody saw me but if I keep making excuses for myself, I'm going to get cocky again. 

        I step into the back of the store and head to the bathroom. There's somebody in here so I start washing my hands, waiting for them to leave. After they vacate the room, I take a deep breath. I'm not walking home, not in the rain. I swear, my roommate better not be in our dorm. I bite my lip thinking about this. There's a good chance he's at our dorm and he knows I'm out. Or he could straight-up see me. The stairwell. Nobody uses that old thing anymore since we got new elevators. I close my eyes and then open them. As I suspected, nobody's in here. 

        I push open the door and walk down the hall to our dorm. When I step inside, I see Frank sitting on his bed with his computer. Good thing I didn't teleport directly in our room. "Hey, Gee!" he calls out. 

        "Hi," I reply, smiling at him. 

        "Did you get caught in the rain?"

        "Uh, no, barely missed it," I reply. "What are you up to?" 

        "Uh, I have a stupid paper I need to write so I'm working on it." I sit on Frank's bed and lean against his shoulder. There are so many things I want to tell him, so many secrets I hold but I can't. He'd hate me or think I'm crazy. Or both. I want to tell him about my powers, how I had them for so many years. I want to tell him I mean it when I say I'll find out who's hurting him and end them. I want to tell him I love him. 

        I have strange abilities that make me different than normal. It's possible I've had these powers my whole life but I don't ever recall using them until I was 9. I was sitting in my room reading my comic books when I heard an ice cream truck driving by. I ran downstairs and asked mom to get ice cream but she told me we were having dinner soon. Even after I told her I had 5 dollars of my own to spend, she still said no. Disappointed, I went back upstairs and sat at my window. As it drove by our driveway, I really wanted to be outside. The next thing I knew, I was standing on my driveway outside with my money still in my hand. I ran up to the truck, got an ice cream bar and then visualized myself in my room. Sure enough, I was instantly in my room holding my ice cream bar and my change. 

        Over the years, I've learned the full ability of what my powers are. I can do a little more than teleport. I also have telekinesis, the ability to move objects with my mind. Additionally, I have another power, which I don't think is a full power but it's more than the average human. I have a heightened personal intuition, meaning, I always know if there is danger in my personal life. My intuition is translated differently to humans. While in my world, it's a power, to people, it's a panic attack. When my parents were in a car accident when I was 14, I broke down screaming in the middle of class freaking out. I don't know how I knew they were hurt but I knew. People didn't understand nor did they correlate my gut feeling to my parents' car accident. Thankfully, they were okay, nothing more than a broken leg. My mother took me to a neurologist and I was diagnosed with anxiety.