The Day {Not official title}

Chapter 8 Mind Readers (Narrator)

Chapter 8: Mind Readers (Narrator)

            Danica was processing a lot. She could read Rion’s mind and her eyes deform at random times now. She still had Rion’s shades, which was a real lifesaver, especially in school. Their next conversation went a little like this:

            “So you can read my mind now?” she asked at midnight that same day.

            “And you can read mine. Surprised?” came a familiar sarcastic voice.

            “It’s not funny. But why? And how? What is happening to me Rion? Am I going crazy? Rion, I’m scared,”

            “Naturally. It’s a long story and you wouldn’t believe most of it, but it’s all true. I’ve known for a long time, and I was just waiting for the right time to tell you. It’s an unbelievable life you have. Well, you and I. I’m really sleepy right now,”

            “No! Don’t go, I want to know what’s going on,”

            “You can come into my dream, if you want to. We can communicate there too while our bodies rest,”

            “What? So now we have complete access to each other’s minds and every aspect of it. Great, now I’m psycho,”

            “It’s called advanced communicating. Calm down, I have it too. Geez, good night.”

            The bond between the two was very tight, since it grew from childhood and out. Not to mention they liked each other. Danica never told him, but they’d eventually find out. Yes, Danica has liked Rion since he gave up his reputation for their friendship, and so far neither has had the guts to tell the other. But they won’t even need guts now.

            It took a couple hours before they both fell asleep. Danica didn’t really know how to enter Rion’s dream, not like she really wanted stay in his dream, but she did want to see what it was about and if she was part of it before she entered. Pretty soon Rion got a feeling Danica was lost and entered her dream instead.

            “Lost?” he said Coming through a door made of clouds.

            “Yeah, you didn’t really teach me how to enter your dream,” Danica was in a park near a lake on a swing under the blossoming trees wearing a floral on black dress and her hair down, with a side part not too far left. She never dressed like this ever.

            “Hello beautiful,” Rion couldn’t help it. She didn’t take it seriously.

            “Yeah, yeah. So are you going to tell me that story?” she extended the swing so Rion could sit down. He took a seat.

            “Well, that depends, are you going to explain this?” he gestured at the scenery, which she quickly changed to his room, then hers, then their favorite restaurant, Ohio’s Best. She nervously laughed.

            “What? Our favorite restaurant?” she hoped she’d sound smart, but knew she failed and changed it back to the lakeside, “Fine, this was where I met my first friend ever. You know, cuz no one liked me, she was around my age when I was seven. I was skipping stones on the water, skipping them six or seven times, and she walked up to me saying, ‘Wow, you’re good,’ that was the first time I’d ever made pleasant contact with a human being other than my dad.” Visuals aided her childhood story with a redhead in a yellow dress and a side braid characterizing Danica’s first friend.

            “Oh, so that’s why you like parks. You know, we should go to the park sometime. Just you and I,” he put his arm around her.

            “Yeah the thing is the nearest park is in the next state,” she said.

            “Then we’ll fly to another state. Heck, I’ll take you to New York and we’ll go to Central Park,” he leaned closer to her and waved his hand on front of him like he was visualizing what Central Park looked like. He could’ve just changed the scenery, but he didn’t know what Central Park looked like, and you have to know in order for the scene to change successfully. Otherwise, you’d mess everything up.

            “So now about our history…… I mean, our back stories, no our life stories. Yeah, life stories. I want to know what happened to me and what’s happening now,”

            “You know, I’d love to, but we have one more guest coming before we tell you what’s going on,”

            “A third person? Who? Do I know this person? Well, whoever they are, they’ll have to enter my dream quick, before I wake up. You know my routine,”

            “Oh yeah, right.” There was a lull in the conversation, “So while we’re waiting for him, why don’t we go for a walk?” He stood up bending his arm and offering it to her like an escort, “Shall we?”

            “Let’s shall,” she took his arm and laughed at her own comment. They used to always use that line. As they grew older it became lost, and now, it’s starting to find its way back. Just like the past. For the rest of the night, they spend it exploring the lakeside park. P had telepathically told Rion that he would “not be coming that particular night, due to the current event already taking place.” Rion was thankful for this, and had not bothered to tell Danica. The “day” had ended when they both awoke to the sound of their alarm clocks. Time for school.