Soulmate

⚛ Chapter Four ~ Kennedy's POV ⚛

It's the end of the day, and as Wilson follows me out of the classroom, I contemplate the fact that him and I can't go home tonight.
"What're we gonna do? We can't go home. We don't exist here---wherever here is." I point out.
"I don't know. We could spend the night here?" Wilson suggests.
"Stay in the school all night? If we get caught, we could get charged!"
"If we don't exist here, they shouldn't be able to even find our birth records or anything. I'm pretty sure they need some sort of record to charge you for anything."
"I guess." I sigh. "Well, it looks like we're sleeping in a school tonight."

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After picking the lock on the lab again, we drop off our bags in the back room.
I sit on the counter. "So, what do we do for food?"
Wilson ponders that question for a while. Then, a slow smile spreads across his face. I don't trust that smile. "I have an idea."
"Oh no. Any ideas you have can't be good ones."
"Shut up."

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Before we could go ahead with Wilson's plan, we had to wait until dark, when all the teachers would be gone. It's roughly 9:00 p.m now.
Time to move out.
There are no lights on in the school, and no windows in the hallways, so we have to use the flashlights on our phones to navigate through the third floor hallway.
We make our way to the main floor, then down that hall to the cafeteria doors.
They're closed.
"Dangit. There's no way we can get in there now." I say disappointedly.
"There's always a way, Kennedy." Wilson winks at me before backing up. Then, he runs, and with a flailing leap, he smashes into the doors. I cringe at the noise as it echoes down the otherwise silent hallway. He sits up from his position on the floor, holding his head.
"Let me try." I say, backing up. I ram my body with full force into the cafeteria doors, and am thrown to my knees on the other side. I stand and open the doors wider. "Come on in."
Wilson and I rush to the canteen. The entrances are closed off by sliding metal doors. I take out the paperclip and take off the padlock on one of them, sliding the door up enough to crawl under. Wilson follows me inside.
We have free range of this place.
I open the doors to the food storage cabinet, marvelling at all of the premade potato wedges, wraps, burgers, and chicken strips. I pull out the trays, stacking them and setting them on the floor by the entrance. Wilson scavenges for chips, finding the metal rack and grabbing an armful of Sun Chips.
By the time we've grabbed enough stuff to last us several long months of eating very well, it's around 10:30 p.m. We had to grab a rolling cart to stack everything on.
I push the cart to the nearby elevator room, punching in the code to open the door. I roll the cart into the elevator, and get Wilson to press the button that will send us back upstairs. I make Wilson push the cart now, jogging down the corridor to the science lab to hold the door open. He swerves past me with our mountain of food, stashing it in the back room.
As we eat---me munching on potato wedges and Wilson scarfing down his second bag of sour cream and onion Sun Chips---we discuss the new dimension we've stumbled upon through the Vioval Portal---a name I came up with to describe the purple smoke oval that brought us here.
"To tell you the truth, I quite like it here." Wilson remarks.
"It's because of Willnia, isn't it?"
"No, although she is quite charming."
"Do you like her?"
He considers for a moment. "I wouldn't say 'like', per se. But there's something there, I'm sure of it."
"Aw, Wilson's got a girlfriend!" I taunt.
"Hey, it's not like that!" he protests, a red hue rushing to his cheeks.
"You wish it was." I chuckle.
He doesn't answer.