Soulmate

⚛ Chapter Two ~ Kennedy's POV ⚛

Through all of my first classes, I imagine the purpose of the smoke oval. And when the bell rings, my heart leaps in excitement.
"Come on!" I say to Wilson, dragging him from the classroom.
"I need to get my lunch first!" he protests as we pass his locker.
I release him. "Fine. But hurry up!"
He takes his lunch bag from his locker and locks it, following me to the lab door. I jiggle the doorknob. "It's locked." I state.
"Get in that classroom! There should be something we can use to unlock it in there." Wilson suggests, and I follow him into a nearby room.
I search the desk as Wilson keeps watch by the door.
I come across a paperclip, and I bend it into the shape of a lockpick.
"Is it clear?" I ask Wilson.
"Clear." he responds.
We head out, crouching by the lab door in the empty hallway. Wilson watches as I pick the lock with the paperclip.
I push the door open, pull Wilson inside the lab, and close the door. "Stay away from the windows in the door. We could get in trouble for sneaking into a room we can't be in." I tell him, speaking in a normal voice now.
"I know." he says, crossing the room to look through the glass cabinets.
"We need blue and red." I inform him.
He nods, setting a vial rack on the table behind him, then a beaker.
"Now," he starts after closing the cabinet and slamming his hands down on the table. "Let's mess up a project."
I grab the blue vial and he grabs the red, and we pour the liquids into the beaker. The smoke crawls up the neck of the bottle, sprouting like a purple tree to form the watery violet oval in the air above us.
"It's still just as cool as the first time." I breathe, staring in awe as the surface ripples and gleams in the light coming from the windows.
"How do we reach it?" Wilson wonders.
"Climb on the table." I say, hoisting myself up onto the countertop. Wilson watches nervously. Afraid I'll fall on him, probably.
I reach my hand toward the oval to graze the surface. It's cold to the touch, almost freezing. I press my hand against it, only to find that my hand has been swallowed to the wrist by the oval.
"Oh my God! Are you alright?" Wilson shrieks, leaning against the table to stare up at me.
"Calm down, I'm fine. My hand is cold, but I'm fine." I say as I reach farther into the oval abyss. I step over the edge, feeling something solid underneath my foot on the other side.
I fully enter, frozen all over, to find that I'm still in the lab. I peek around the edge of the oval.
Wilson isn't there.
I stick my head back through the oval, and Wilson is there, staring in horror at my disembodied head coming out of the purple water.
"Come through with me!" I tell him. He reluctantly climbs onto the table and follows me through the oval into the other lab.
"I don't see what's so great about this. We're still in the lab. Nothing happened." Wilson says in disappointment.
"Oh, something happened." I gesture to the table, where the beaker and the vial rack were. They're gone. Behind us, the oval is gone as well. "I don't quite know what it was yet, but something happened."