Soulmate {Book Two} The Vioval Ritual

🔮 Chapter Seventeen {Part One} ~ Kennedy's POV 🔮

It's around 10:00 p.m now, and I'm busy wiping the sleep from my eyes. Wilson and I fell asleep while we were remembering the past, and I just now woke up to the sound of him opening a bag of chips startlingly loudly.
          Sour cream and onion Sun Chips.
          Of course.
          "How did you get those?" I ask, gesturing to the small green bag.
          "I woke up a little while ago and got hungry. So, I snuck down to the cafeteria to get some food." he shrugs, popping a chip into his mouth.
          "How'd you open the door without me?"
          "I picked up a few things on our adventures."
          I hum in acknowledgement and reach for the bag. He holds it away from me.
          "Go get your own!" he says. I scoff jokingly and push myself up from the floor.
          "Fine, I will. But don't try to mooch any of mine once I get back." I yell over my shoulder from the door of the lab.
          I close the door a bit behind me and head down the dark, silent hallway. Instead of taking the nearby stairwell, I take a stroll around the corner and down the corridor to the back stairs, which lead right down to the cafeteria. It's much more efficient.
          The sound of my sneakers clapping down the cement stairs echoes throughout the stairwell, slow and repetitive. The moonlight shines in through the small square windows, white rectangular beams lighting up sections of the space.
          When I reach the bottom stair, I realize Wilson left the cafeteria door open. Saves me the time.
          Inside, I crawl under the metal door into the canteen. Snatching some leftover burgers and potato wedges, as well as a couple bags of chips and some cookies, I decide that's enough to last me. I grab a juice and some vitamin water from the mini fridge before heading back out. I shut everything behind me and make my way upstairs.
          When I reach the science lab door, I hear murmuring inside. I push the door open slowly, just enough to allow me to slip through. I duck down, thankful I have my bookbag to muffle the sounds of the food inside of it as I move. Once I've crawled across the room, I sit beside the back room door, which is still open a crack.
          "I'm sorry for making you wait. I'm dying to see you, but I need a bit more time to get things ready. We'll see eachother in no time." I hear Wilson say.
          Who is he talking to?
          "You must miss me, too, right? It hurts, doesn't it? To be away from eachother so long? But it's okay. It's a worthy wait. It'll all go away soon." he promises to someone I can't hear.
          I decide to intrude. "Hey, I'm back." I greet, swinging open the door like I just got back.
          "Oh, hey." Wilson replies, his voice carrying a sombre undertone.
          I guess I should ask him about that whole conversation he just had with the air. "Who were you talking to?"
          He looks up at me in surprise. "You heard all that?" he asks.
          "Not all of it. Just the last little bit." I assure him.
          "Oh. Well, I was talking to Willnia." I'm about to question exactly what he means, but he opens his mouth to explain, so I keep mine shut. "Technically not her, just, like, an imaginary version of her. It helps me when I start to miss her."
          I nod in understanding as I go to sit beside him. "I do that sometimes. It does help, but nothing beats talking to them in person."
          "Yeah."
          He falls silent, so I unzip my bag and pull out some wedges and a burger. Tossing a wedge into my mouth, I check the time on my phone. It's around 10:30 now.
          We should prepare the ritual.