Nightlight - A Janoskians Twilight Parody/Fanfiction.

Chapter one continuation - First Look

Mr. Franklin was talking about flow cytometry, immunorecipitation and DNA micro-arrays, but I already knew that stuff from the audiotape I listened to in my truck that morning on my way to school. I moved my eyes in circles, like they were on a Ferris wheel. This is the best way I know of to keep myself from falling asleep. Every time my eyes moved towards the right, though, they kind of hovered there for a little bit. I couldn't help it-- they wanted to see Lukewart. Then my eyes would go to the top of the sockets towards the ceiling and stop because, hey, nice view.

Lukewart continued to jab at his computer. With each pounding finger I could see the blood surging through the bulging veins on his forearms to his biceps, straining against the tight-fitted, white Oxford shirt pushed cavalierly to his elbows as though he had a lot of manual labor to do. Why was he typing so loudly? Was he trying to tell me something? Was he trying to prove how easy it would be for him to fling me up into the sky and then catch me tightly in his arms, whispering that he would never share me with anyone else in the entire world? I shuddered and smiled coyly, terrified.

When the bell rang I stole another glance at him and shrank into a deeper sense of worthlessness. He was now staring furiously up at the bell, shaking all the muscles in his fist at it, glowering at it with his dark, heated eyes and loathing lashes. He clenched his hair in exasperation, clinging to the tussled tufts as he raised his head to the ceiling. Then he slowly turned to me. Looking into his eyes I felt waves of electricity, currents of electrons, charging towards me. Was this how it felt to be in love, I wondered, for robots? Caught in his ionized hypnosis, the old adage came to mind: Beautiful enough to kill, gut, stuff, and frame above your fireplace.

Suddenly, he jerked out of his daze and sprinted for the door. As he ran, I noticed how tall he was, his long legs leaping in strides the size of my entire body, his arms so firm the impact didn't make a ripple. My eyes welled. I hadn't seen something this beautiful since I was a kid and the Skittles in my sweaty fist turned my hand rainbow. His shoulder blades jutted against his shirt as he ran. They looked like white wings beating majestically before takeoff. Demonic white wings.

"Wait!" I called after him. He had left his computer at his seat. "Game Over," the screen read. Game over, indeed, I thought, using a metaphor.

"Can I copy your notes?" asked a regular human male. I looked up and saw a boy of medium height, with dark hair and a lean but muscular frame. I felt drawn to him. He smiled at me. I lost interest.

"Sure, whatever," I said, handing him my notepad and suddenly noticing that I had doodled a picture of Lukewart. In the drawing he had fangs, dripping with a dark substance. Soy sauce.

"I'm going to need that back," I said. That drawing was going on my wall.

"Thanks, Lindsey," he said, mistaking me for Lindsey Lohan. He smiled again. What a nice boy. He had nice neat hare and nice clear eyes. We were going to be great friends. Just Great Friends.

"Walk me to the administration office," I said. We all had gym next, but I needed my wheelchair. I have a condition which makes my legs become paralyzed every time I think about gyms.

"Okay," he said, letting me put my weight on him. "I'm Daniel, by the way. I think I saw you in my English class. That'll be great! As long as one of us takes notes, the other one--me--doesn't have to go to class." He was getting kind of out of breath as he dragged me along. Being close to me makes some guys nervous.

"Did you notice anything funny about Lukewart in class? I think I love him," I said nonchalantly.

 "Well, he did look kind of angry when you fell and disconnected his computer charger."

So it wasn't all in my mind; others had noticed Lukewart's awareness of me. There was something about me that evoked very strong feelings in Lukewart.

"Hmm," I said scientifically. "How interesting."

"Here we are." After propping me upright against the wall, Daniel staggered backwards, huffing and puffing.

I dismissed him and stepped inside the office.

"I'm paralyzed for the next hour," I announced to the secretary.

"Go sit in your car, dear," she said, looking up from her copy of Daylight.

I skipped outside to my car, trying to daydream about its powers as king of the cars, but I was too disturbed. First of all, if I had gotten my car for free, that meant that everyone else had paid more money for tinier cars. Secondly, I was pretty sure there was something supernatural about Lukewart--something beyond rational speculation. 

So I stopped speculating about him and watched a procession of ants go by. Life would be much easier if I could carry things twenty times my body weight.