Colour My Shadow

Chapter Eight - Questions

It's Storm on the side!

He's a Canadian actor called Dylan Everett, and when I saw him I thought he was the perfect Storm :)

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"Nice one, Rosa," Storm chucked, appearing next to me only a few seconds after me. He looked around, slightly confused, before spotting my, where I sat on the floor.

"Dang, Storm. You looked so graceful. I just collapsed." He laughed again, reaching down to pick me up. 

"How do you feel?" He asked, once I was safe on the sofa. I shook my head, not sure how to respond. 

On the one hand, I felt amazing. Energetic, happy, and a lingering smile that threatened to turn into a grin wouldn't leave my face. I still felt like hugging Storm, still astounded by the whole new world he'd shown me.

On the other, I also felt travel sick, wobbly, and just a bit awkward. I couldn't stop staring at him; he was right, I could still see him clearly and the fact that he was gorgeous and me mediocre, at best, made me wonder why he still hung around. I was beginning to be permanently in awe of Storm; his looks, stellar; his intelligence, astounding; the way he managed to captivate me entirely, slightly intimidating.

"Um... travel sick?" I summarised, earning a wry smile. 

"You'll adjust. And the more you go, the more used to it you'll become." Sitting himself down next to me on the sofa, he sounded confident and sure of himself. 

Unlike me then. 

He grinned happily, mirroring the smile that, despite the massive paragraphs of problems I'd just considered, didn't really want to go away. 

"Don't you have questions? I'd have thousands." I doubted it, he'd probably understand everything and then work out a bit of quantum physics for a laugh. 

"Just a few milion, or something like that," I replied, trying to think of one that wouldn't make me seem completely stupid. "Okay. So the ball thing I held, that was energy from your world, in its pure form or whatever?" He nodded, swinging his legs up onto the sofa. "Then... when I touched that, it sent me into your world, and I had to hold it otherwise there would have been nothing to keep me there? Right. Okay, so how do you get here and back?" That sounded normal... ish. 

Storm frowned slightly, contemplating his answer. "Kind of in the same way, I guess, but I don't need to hold it. I just... keep it around me." He smiled at me, then grimaced. "I don't know how to explain it, really, because it's so natural to me, but if you imagine being able to pull air around you, without using your hands, then that's the way I move energy." 

"Oh." I slightly got it. 

He laughed, patting my knee in an almost patronising manner. "You looked so sweet then, young and confused." 

I rolled my eyes, laughing awkwardly. "Thanks, I think." 

He bowed his head. "My pleasure - but your brother's home. Act natural." He winked at me, hissing the last bit mockingly. The key turned in the door, and I switched the TV on, scowling when I realised Aiden had left it on Standby. The programme that came on appeared to be some sort of pre-teen soap opera style thing, and I quickly changed the channel, flicking through in an attempt to find something normal to watch.

There was nothing, it seemed, but Aidan had walked in and to the fridge almost without glancing at me, although Storm was sitting demurely by my side, holding in his laughter. 

"Right, Storm, you're clever, come and help me understand waves." I threw most of the books down on my bed, keeping the top one - Physics - and my pencil case.