Green Hands

Frozen

Phil heard footsteps coming into the bedroom, only one person's though. PJ you're a legend.

"Sorry about that," Phil said, his face still plastered to PJ's pillow. "But do you think he's come from the four leaf clover? Maybe the universe brought our worlds together?" Phil continued questioning everything and rolled over to see PJ's response.

PJ wasn't there. It was the boy. Phil looked straight into the boy's eyes, that shade of hazel with be etched on his grave, "Cause of death: some boy's eyes (Phil never even knew his name)". Phil was frozen. Stuck. He was locked on the boy's eyes. It was like Medusa. Then again, his hair was curly enough to be snakes...

"You found a four leaf clover?" The boy obviously didn't like the silence.

"Uh, yeah," Phil's brain wasn't working. Where was PJ? "It wasn't anything important though. They're just plants." Phil couldn't move. He couldn't even move his eyes away from the boy's.

"Well, I always like to say, everything happens for a reason," the boy didn't seem phased, he looked like that always happened to him. "Are you okay?" The boy stood up and walked over to the bed. Phil still wasn't moving. "You know, I have a birth mark shaped like a four leaf clover on my ankle," the boy poked Phil's arm, somehow forcing Phil's whole body to roll onto his back. Phil was now looking at the ceiling, his brain came on again.

"Really?"