Now That You Know Us

Mixed Signals

I pulled up to Mitchell's house and parked in his driveway. His house lights were on and i heard talking from the driveway. I started walking up to the door when I realized that I was still in my working clothes (dont ask). That clearly wasnt boyfriend material (you see what I did there? Im such a comedian), so my eyes turned orange and I blew a sparkly orange mist down to my feet. It swirled around me and traveled slowly from my feet to my head. When it was at my feet, my beaten up work boots started glowing and changed into high-topped white and black Adidas. Then my pants started to glow and my torn, light colored baggy jeans turned into slim fit blue jeans [which were ripped so that about half of my legs were showing (most of you know what im talking about)], since my thigh muscles were apparently bigger than I expected them to be. Then my paint stained flannel and shirt glowed and turned into a nice white and black aero-postale shirt. The flannel ironically turned into Hunters gray Nike zip-up hoodie. It was baggy as hell to be honest. I wanted to wear it because it smelled good (no, not like Hunter you creeps. Like banana, which is weird but im not complaining), but havent gotten a full grasp of just what demons and/or angels are FULLY capable of, and I didnt wanna risk him probably SMELLING Hunters scent, if thats even something thats possible. So I had the orange energy flow to my hands and I patted the hoodie a few times and it lit up and turned into a baggy Adidas wind breaker. I looked at my phone camera to check if I had anything on my face. My face was covered in soot and paint and my hair was messed up. My eyes went back to normal and I ran to his hose and turned it on quietly. I rinsed off my face and wet my hair so I could fix it. I ran back to the car and took an old tee (which I didnt even know I owned) and dried off my face and hair as best I could, but you can never FULLY dry your hair unless you have something that can blow hot air at you. So it still had the damp look and feel, but that made it softer. I closed the door and looked in one of the side mirrors to fix my hair up. I styled it so that it was going upward and it looked kind of messy but I was kinda late as it was, so I just left it. I walked back up the driveway up to the door. I rang the doorbell which I've actually never done before, and it rang to the melody of jingle bells. I suppressed laughter until I heard Mitchell unlock the door. He opened it and I saw that he was wearing a suit and tie. I was so fucking under-dressed. He smiled with his beautiful, white teeth.

"Woah... you look..."

"Stupid." I finished his sentence. He thumped me in the forehead. "Ow... what, im not lying."

"I was gonna say beautiful." He laughed, his hands to his sides, shrugging. I blushed.

"hehehe... you do too i guess." I said, giggling.

"You sure? I feel like im too over-dressed." He said, self-consciously. His mom came out of the living room.

"Aweeee... look at you two! Youre so cuteeeeeee!" She cooed. I giggled but Mitchell pouted.

"Mooooooom! Stop ittttttt!" He whined. I punched his shoulder.

"Aw, shut up you big baby. She's just loving you." I said.

"Yeah. He gets it. You're such a cutie Gabriel." She said. She out her hands on my shoulders and checked me out. Then she smiled. "You're perfect." She said.

"Thank you, Mrs. McCain. I appreciate it. I don't usually get a lot of "mother love" on my part." I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment. But it what the good kind of embarrassment.

"Ooo. Maybe I could meet this mother of yours. I wanna see who made the boy that makes my son happy." She said. I froze. My heart went from warm and happy to cold and dry. I literally couldnt speak.

"You okay honey? Whats wrong?" She asked. She way about to touch me when her hand got shocked by a little current of electricity that was going around me. "Ow. Mitchell, whats wrong with him?"