Soulmate

⚛ Chapter Thirteen ~ Wilson's POV ⚛

Before my very eyes sits the most beautiful, intriguing girl I've ever met, and she's trying to impress me.
But she doesn't have to, for she already has.
And now, she strums a melody I could only hope to play. Snowblind, the very song I had been playing yesterday.
She finishes the last part of the song gracefully, laying her guitar beside her carefully once she's played the last note.
"That was...wow. I had no idea you could do that." I stutter in surprise and awe.
"I did say I would impress you."
"And you sure did. Even I can't play that song."
"Which is exactly why I chose to learn it."
I smile at her sly responses, and she beams right back.

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It's around 11:00 now, and we've just been taking turns with the guitar, playing little songs and making them up along the way.
"You know what we should do?" I ask suddenly, an idea sprouting in my mind.
Willnia pauses. "What?"
"We should go to Lori's Room." I say.
"What's Lori's Room?" she wonders, puzzled.
"It's the game room in the basement." I explain.
"Oh, that place. In my dimension, we call it Larri's Room." Willnia comments. "That sounds like fun! Let's go!"
We both stand up and leave the science lab, jogging down the stairs to the basement.
We make it to Lori's Room, but it appears to be locked.
"Aw." Willnia sighs, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. "We can't get in."
"Don't worry. Kennedy taught me a little something." I smirk, digging through my pockets to find a bent paperclip I always have handy. I pick the lock---not as easily as Kennedy, but I still get the door open.
I flick on the lights and head over to a foosball table. I grab a ball to place in the center of it, and Willnia approaches the table cheerily. She chooses the black team, so I go around the table to the side with the white team's handles. I wrap my fingers around two of them and spin the little men around.
A few goals later, we're tied at nine points. Whoever gets one more wins the game.
I twist the handles eagerly, the plastic people smacking the ball and sending it across the wooden field. It's about to roll into the goal when one of Willnia's players blocks it. She gives a handle one hard spin, and a black piece hits the ball with a loud crack. It shoots like a bullet across the field and into my goal.
"Victory!" Willnia shouts, throwing her hands up. She does a bunch of improvised dance moves around the room. I chuckle and reset the score counters.
"That was intense. Congratulations." I say, and Willnia laughs.
"Why, thank you." she bows dramatically. I laugh along with her.
She falls backwards onto the couch, tired now.
"You wanna go back upstairs?" I ask her.
"Yeah."

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By the time we get back to the science lab, it's around midnight. I volunteered to put the couch cushions and guitar back while Willnia tried not to fall asleep waiting for me.
She's halfway there when I make it back from the music room. On my jacket lays Willnia, her eyes fluttering as she tries to keep them open. I tiptoe over and lay down beside her. Her face is now a few inches from mine.
"Hey." I say in a low voice.
"Hi." Willnia whispers, the corners of her mouth turning up a little.
"You can sleep now." I tell her, pulling her close to me with my arm. She snuggles up to me, her head huddled under my chin and her arms pulled tight to her chest.
I can still sense Willnia smiling as she drifts off. "Will do."