I was really worried for Ethan. When I got home, I didn't really pay attention to whether my dad was here or not, which was a first. I just went up to my room. Then my mind started to wander.
When John started to talk about Ethan's mom, he got really mad. That she was killed. I wondered what he meant by that. Mostly, I wondered if Ethan was okay.
Strangely, I didn't think about what I did back there, how I 'conjured up' those vines and saved John's life until later on. I wondered if Aidan was okay too. He wasn't taking this magic thing to well.
Then my thoughts jumped to what John had said, "Earth magic, I knew it!" Does that mean that we all have our own 'type' of magic? I looked down at my hand. I flexed my fingers. God, this is going to look stupid. I closed my eyes and put my arm out in front of me. I flicked my wrist, like I had seen Jacob and John do. Ha, they both have J's at the beginning of their names. Shut up, Lillian. Focus.
This time, I concentrated and flicked my wrist. I felt something, some power, flow out of me. When I opened my eyes, that whole wall with the paintings of flowers on vines, were covered in real vines.
I'm going to have a hard time explaining this to dad.
* * * * *
After a long time spent sitting on my bed thinking about how to explain this to dad, I decided to text Ethan.
Weirdly, I wasn't that shocked or surprised about... whatever this is. I always knew I was different. I just didn't think about it like this. Anyway, I couldn't get what happened at the rock out of my head.
R u ok? I text him.
Yeah he texts back. I didn't believe him.
Mind if I come over? I ask.
No. he texts me but then he said, Lemme come over. U came last time.
I was releculant. What is dad comes home? He'll be really mad to see Ethan here.
Eh, screw it. If dad comes home, Ethan will just have to go out the window. Luckily, we live in a one story house.
Fine. I text him.
K. Be there in a bit.
Then I start smiling and can't stop.
* * * * * *
Ethan finally shows up. "Hi." he says, when I open the door. "Hey." I start smiling again, "Come on in." He does. "Here, you can sit down." I said indicating the dining table. He sat. I go to the fridge and open it. "Want anything?" I ask.
He just laughs.
"What?" I ask.
"You are a way better host than I was." "No...Well, yeah. You were a pretty bad host."
"Thanks." He says sarcastically. We were quiet for a moment, then Ethan asked, "What's up?"
"Hm?" I say, forgetting everything. "Why'd you call me over?" "Oh, yeah... It's better if I just showed you." I led him to my room. "Look." I said. When he saw my wall he whispered, "Well, shit." "Yeah."
Then Ethan looked at me, "You want me to help you get rid of it?" I nodded. He was silent for a moment, then he said, "Well, I don't know if there was anything I can do, but can you try making it go away?"
"Um..." I hadn't thought of that.
"Try it." He said. "Alright." I closed my eyes, extended my arm and tried to concentrate. "Come on." Ethan whispered.
