Is this thing on? There we go...
Once Shara ran out the house, I could feel something I'd rather not get into. Shara's emotions are clouded by her determination, and I know they're going over to Shara's place. I try my best to tune out the thoughts and emotions from Shara, knowing they'd be too strong for me to act normally if I didn't.
Sybel notices my absentmindedness long before Mom does, and, with grace and smoothness, casually gets me into the next room.
"Dave, what's wrong?" She places her hands on my shoulders, and stares into my eyes, right into my soul. Her crimson eyes capture my attention, rip me from my concentration.
"Shara and I, we have Twin ESP." I start. "I learn what she learns, I can feel her emotions next to mine, I can tell what she is thinking all the time. We can even talk over the ESP connection. She's taking Xania over to her home. I'm trying to keep her out to keep myself... well, myself. It's bound to be an emotional experience. I don't expect them to come back tonight. Do you want to help distract me?"
"What did you have in mind?" Sybel raises an eyebrow with a grin plastered on her face."Well... if Shara is taking Xania to her home, why don't I take you to my home?" I smile gently.
"We're here already, idiot." Sybel drops her arms, then takes one of my hands.
"This is my house. Not my home." I pull her out the back door, and into the forest. We walk in a few yards before we come upon a tree, covered in my graffiti. I let go of her hand and search around the base of the tree for a covered hatch. Once I find it, I pull it up and let Sybel crawl down the ladder. I grab out my cell phone and send a quick text to my mom.Me: Inviting Sybel into my home.
Mom: Okay. No funny business. I don't need any more babies running around here.
Me: Mooooooooom!!!! I'm not that dumb.
Mom: Yeah lol I trust you.
I put my phone back into my pocket, shaking my head at my mother's bluntness. I look into the hatch, to see Sybel walking into the main bunker. I lower myself onto the ladder, and then slide down. Sybel takes a few steps in, and marvels at the work I have put into it. The whole place is a concrete bunker, but I've transformed it into a man-cave, basically. I click the music on, "Please Don't Go" by Joel Adams, and check the generator. It's at full.
"Welcome to the ALTspace." I say. I let Sybel look around for a little longer. It's a square room. From the door, the right closest corner holds the Generator. Behind that is a workbench with a ton of tools, and motherboards, and other electronic components on it. In the back right corner I have a dresser, and next to it a couch. Back wall middle, lies a fouton. Back left corner, a game setup. Left wall middle, fridge. Left closest corner, my music system. The walls, however have been acquiring my graffiti over the years.I walk past her to the couch. "Do you like it?"
"Like it? Of course I do. It screams you. And I like you. A lot." Sybel comes over and straddles my lap.
"How much?" I ask, placing my hands at her sides.
"Can I show you?" Sybel asks.
"Don't see why not." I smirk.Sybel kisses me. It was brief, but the quick peck on the lips means more to me emotionally then physically.
"Love you too." I kiss her back. She lays into my chest.
"Please don't ever go." She whispers.
"It'd break me if you ever go." I whisper back.
"Thank you for the great two month anniversary."
"No problem. I'm just happy I could do something without any money."
"Dummy."
"Love you too."(A/N This is a drawing of Sybel and David on the fouton with a very convenient piece of street art.
Like my art? I'm proud of my graffiti TBH.)
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The Others
Teen FictionOriginally a sequel to a book I wrote passionately as a child, I decided that "The Others" should be it's own book, and I never ended up publishing that other book. It has switching P.O.V.s, and is written as if just a playback of a voice recording...