Those With Wings

Dreams

Zero's POV

"Do you, Zero, wish to live?" Luanna asked me, her eyes boring into mine.

Was she trying to read my mind? Why was she even asking.

I looked back at her, and managed to crack a smile. "Hell yeah."

Luanna gasped as the bright light shot into my chest, and I winced. Luanna's eyes lingered on my face as I heard a loud bang, and Alex came storming in.

"What the hell, Lu?" he demanded.

"Shush. I think he's-"

"Changing?! What did you do, Lu?! Now he'll be one of us!"

"What, do you think I care whether he's one of us or not? He's still my friend!"

There was a short silence. "Humans don't grow wings on friendship alone."

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I shot up, and groaned. I nearly always dreamt about the night everything changed. A heavy weight tugged at my shoulders, and I glanced at my ruffled brown wings.

Yes. I had wings. And I woke up with them every single morning.

I yawned, and got up. Alex stormed in. "Breakfast," he sneered, before storming out again.

I really needed to find him a girl. "Good morning to you too!" I called after him.

There was no response, of course, and I yawned again, putting on a shirt. There were ups and downs to having fluffy wings sticking out of your shoulder blades.

Ups: Flying was awesome. Luanna and Alex appreciated me more- or well, Luanna did, but Alex didn't. Plus, they looked cool.

Downs: Oh well... A lot... Firstly, my parents were, to say the least, not thrilled with my wings. They were a little conspicious, and heavy. And not comfortable. The part that I absolutely hated was blow drying my wings after taking a shower or swimming.

And I wasn't even in school yet. But that was going to change today.

I walked down the stairs, and my parents glanced at the wings. Luanna smiled at me, her blonde hair ruffled. "Good morning," she chirped.

I grinned at her. "Good morning, beautiful."

She rolled her eyes, and the disapprove grew on my parents' faces. They knew I liked Luanna.

And she had to like me too, right? After all, like Alex had said that night, just before I blacked out: "Humans don't grow wings on friendship alone."

I sat down next to her, and took her hand in mine. "How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good. You?"

I pulled a face. "Dreams again."

She grinned. "Cruel person," I whispered. Her grin grew wider.

Yeah. Cruel person. But I like her anyway.