Pieces [Wattpad's Editor's Choice]

6: lEaViNg FiNgErPrInTs

Isaac and I stood side-by-side, unmoving, several minutes. The guy in front of us stared back, eyes jumping between the two of us. No one wanted to move.

"Hi," I finally said. Isaac tensed next to me. "Um...wow this is awkward. I'm Frannie." I took a step towards him cautiously. Glass crunched beneath my slippers. "Um...you don't have a name yet...Or do you? What's your name?"

The guy finally looked down at his hands and held them out in front of him. He studied his arms, turned his hands over, curled and uncurled his fingers.

"Are you...are you able to talk? If you can, say hello."

He looked up at me again. A brow furrowed.

I walked closer to him slowly. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm...your creator." What was going through his mind? What level of intelligence was he given? He looked around mine and Isaac's age, maybe between it: twenty. And just because I felt like it, I added, "I love you. You're supposed to love me."

He narrowed his eyes.

"Frannie," Isaac warned. I ignored him.

Once I reached my creation, I held my hand out. "We're made for each other. I'll take care of you."

"Frannie." Isaac stayed behind me. "We need to get out of here. This is insane. I can't believe...he's actually...what the actual fuck?"

"Language, Isaac. We don't need him learning bad words."

And then my creation reached out and put his hand in mine. My heart catapulted into my chest and I held my breath. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. His hand-my hand-ahh what are the rules?!

Calm. Inhale. Exhale. Process.

I gently clasped my fingers around his hand, welcoming him in. His skin was warm. Softer than a baby's. I looked up and met his eyes-those gray, stormy eyes. Without hesitation, he smiled. He even had a dimple. And perfect teeth.

Wow.

"Frannie. Nice to meet you."

My mouth fell partially open for a second, then I pursed my lips.

His voice was smooth, steady. Low enough to be considered gentle, but strong enough to be considered confident. There were no poor intentions in his words, as I had experienced so many times before with flirtatious, smooth-talking boys. There was no lie, no disinterest, no sexual undertones, or cockiness. His voice was genuine and real. Realer than any real, natural-born human.

"Hi," I said, my own smile forming. "Nice to finally meet you." I swallowed hard. Even though I created this image before he existed, my heart hammered in my chest and my words caught in my throat. "You can trust me." I tugged him gently towards me and he took a cautious step forward. He didn't try to run away; he followed silently in my footsteps.

I guided him slowly away from the broken glass and spilled chemicals. I pulled him to the other side of the tables towards the wall, keeping my eyes up the whole time because he was still naked.

"Okay, I need you to stay right here, okay? We'll be right over there." I pointed at a table a few feet away. "I'll be back."

His curious eyes jumped from me to Isaac and back to me. He wore no expression except for innocent observation.

I released his hand and he watched me walk away. Once I reached Isaac, I grabbed him by the arm and tugged him after me (a lot more aggressively) out of the creation's range of hearing.

Once we were around the corner by the stairs, my brain exploded.

"Okay," I whispered. "Oh God, I can't believe this worked."