My Only Purpose (Currently Unavailable)

Chapter 3

His eyes were wide and his mouth open. He quickly glanced around the room before focusing back on me. "This isn't..." he began.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?" I screamed at him, backing towards the doorway. My breathing kicked up a notch and my heart began racing. Warning signals were going off in my head, stating that there was something going on with my body. Something wrong.

"No, wait! It was an accident," he put his hands out, trying to calm me down. He quickly peeked out the window before looking back at me. "I just moved in the house next door this morning. I must have climbed through the wrong window or something. I'll leave now. Just don't...die," he trailed off, anxiously looking at my face.

I sat down on the floor and put my head between my knees. Breathe, I told myself. I felt a hand gently rub my back and I leaned into it. As the hand swirled in soothing circles, my body relaxed. After about five minutes, I was able to put my head up. I peered up into the face of the boy; his eyes were curious and concentrated.

He tilted his head and said, "You're not a..."

I gasped. He knew.

The boy stared, his face twisted in shock. I stood up, examining his face closely. There are two ways to determine if one is a Great: Firstly, we have... problems when worked up- similar to panic attacks. Second, every Great has perfect features, even down to exactly symmetrical nostrils and perfect vision. With his curly brown hair, bright green eyes, and straight teeth, my new neighbor definitely was perfect. His biceps were big without looking abnormal and the rest of his body was toned and tan.

"Are...you?" I asked. He hesitated slightly before nodding. I could feel my eyes growing wider. "I, uh...wow," was all I could think of to say.

We stood there awkwardly for a few minutes before I could pluck up the courage to speak. "What's your name?"

"Ian."

*****

We talked for hours, pausing momentarily when my parents stopped in to say goodnight. I learned a lot about Ian: his lives, his goals, his dreams. Neither of us knew our purpose: we both had yet to find it. After getting over the incident of sneaking in the wrong window, Ian and I instantly became friends.

"So, question," I said, adjusting my back against my bed. "Why were you sneaking in through your window anyway?"

He blushed lightly and turned away so I wouldn't see. "I was checking out the library," he said, shrugging. "I need knowledge."

"This place has nothing. I started years ago," I said.

"I see that," he said, gesturing to the piles of books stacked on my desk. I grinned, grabbing the last unread stack.

"Want to help me look?" I asked, plopping the books down on the floor between us. He smiled, grabbing the top one and began flipping through.

"So, what do you look for?" he asked me while continuing to read.

"Anything about the future, technology, or just anything about myself," I replied jokingly, my eyes focused on the words in front of me. He chuckled, flipping another page.

I grinned, looking up at him.

"So your well known enough to be in a book, eh?" He glanced at me, smirking.

"Oh, but of course. I'm a trendsetter." I smiled, continuing to read.

"Oh right! The Felicity. Miss Popularity." He said, nodding.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "So you've heard of me."

He chuckled, rolling over and we both returned to reading.

A stack of books and a few conversations later, Ian and I were laying on the floor beside each other almost hysterical with laughter. Ian had been cracking jokes since one A.M. and we had both gone into a loopy, half asleep state. He finally sat up, wiping tears from his eyes, and sighed.

"I should go," he said, glancing at my simple alarm clock. It was three in the morning. I nodded, standing up and stretching. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'm sure my family will come and visit."

He gave me a quick hug before opening up my window. Ian jumped out, landing on his side on the ground. I heard him moan as I called down to him.

"Ian! You okay?" I whispered. He stood up, rubbing his wrist.

"I'm fine, I think," he whispered back, waving with his other hand. I laughed, waving back and turned around.

I fell in bed and smiled. I never saw that coming. I closed my eyes, soon drifting off to sleep.