Possession

Octo

6 years later...

-First Person P.O.V-

"Now all you have to do is put -9 on blah blah blah..."

Oh for goodness sake, we reviewed this for over a week. Didn't we, Aden? I turned to the black smoke who was "sitting" next to me, writing notes. What I mean by "writing notes", I mean him illuminating pen and paper in front of him, which I could only see.

I know, right? He shook his head. I gave him a weird look.

What the- you don't need to write notes!

Hey, I just want to relate.

"Ms. Adams! Are you paying attention?" Ms. Deprise pointed her ruler at me. "Why is that seat always out? Tuck it back in!"

Sorry, Aden. I tucked the chair back in loudly, which made the whole room echoe. Ms. Deprise shook her head.

I looked at the clock. 3:19. One minutes til I could get out of this hell hole!

I was impatient. What surprise are they planning? I tapped my shoes, made beats with my pen, played- Brriinng!

I looked at the timer and mouthed "I love you". Then jumped over my desk and ran out the room. "Thanks for the (same) lesson (again)!" I jogged for the hallway where the "Agents" were walking to their next station or whatever.

Phone calls, coffee sipping, paper flipping, printing noises, I was so distracted by them that I bumped into a huge bulky dude, which I recognized once I saw his red tie (with a heart)."Sorry, Mr. Allen!" I continued to run.

I wasn't suppose to talk to him. None of them, infact. I knew almost everyone's name in the building, and they knew me back. But not my real name, of course (Only Ms. Deprise and some other top Agent). For some reason, they're forbidden to learn my name. They adressed me as "Q-T001" or "cutie" (which I don't like, but hey; "Q-T001" is too long). The boss doesn't mind me talking to them occassionally.

"Woah, hey! Why in such a rush, Cutie?"

"Oh, James! I-uh...Hey!" I stopped running and walked back. I managed to quickly straighten my bangs so he wouldn't see my red cheeks. Heh, "Cutie".... well he's an exception.

James Anderson, one of the best and youngest Agents in the FBI (and the cutest). I've known him since I was 14, when he transferred from another state to study here. He's only 3 years older than me, but he looks like a legit teenager! No wonder they hired him for undercover missions.

Hey, stop daydreaming about him. You're drooling, Caroline.

I, Wha-? I quickly touched my lip. Psh...

"So, why in a rush? Not like your usual self." His perfect pink lips curved as placed his elbow on the wall.

"Well, I-" I tried to act natural around him, but it only made it worst. I placed my elbow on the desk beside it, but it turns out it wasn't a desk. It had wheels.

"Oh shi-" The "desk" slipped from my arms and ran away to the end of the hall. I closed my eyes for the impact, but suddenly two strong arms caught me. I opened my eyes and saw him so close to my face. His dark chocolate colored bangs that were once neatly combed flew across his face. I could see the detail in his bright blue eyes. No, it seems greener.

"Hey, be careful. You almost dropped our coffee!" He smirked as he pulled me back up.

Now my face was obviously red as a tomato.

"I-I uh, gotta-" I gestured my thumbs to the doors.

"Haha, yeah me too. Real busy this week. See ya." He gave a wink and walked away. I kept staring at him as my heart slowly melted.

Carrie... the time? Aden quickly reminded.

"Oh, right!" I continued to run.

10 minutes to get from the 7th floor to the lobby, I was soaking up with sweat. Oh god...

I opened the glass door and the cool breeze hit my face so quickly. The bright light made it harder for me to see where the car is, but I noticed the small scratch on a car's left door. That's it.

I opened the door and slumped on the black leathery seat. Even after six years, this car smells brand new.

"Hey, Brandy!" I managed to squeeze out my last remaining breath. The bald driver nodded his head and began to drive.

Ugh, I can't believe how lovey-dovey shit happened back there. I was about to vomit. The black smoke sat beside me.

Oh shutup Aden, that was a magical moment. I looked at him and smiled. Sometimes I can't tell where his face is. He usually keeps his body completely blackish grayish, but when he's serious his "eyes" and "mouth" begin to glow bright red.

You're really into this guy...

I know right?

I don't like him.

"What?!" I smacked the chair. I looked at the mirror and saw a pair of sunglasses looking back at me. "Ahaha..." I chuckled awkwardly.

Ahem... I mean what? Why not?

I don't know, I just don't. The middle part of the black smoke seemed to move. Is he crossing his arms?

Oh, what are you? Jealous? I teased.

Oh that's disgusting, how could I be jealous of you? I'm perfect. Aden's evil laugh came about.

You're just a bundle of black smoke, Aden.

Shutup.

~~~~~

Thirty minutes later, the car finally came to a stop.

"Thanks, Brandy." I exited the car and accidently slammed the door. I looked back and saw one of Brandy's thick eyebrows raised. "Oh, sorry." He shook his head and drove off the driveway.

When's that guy ever gonna speak? Aden circled around me.

I stayed where I was for a moment and sighed. I looked at my watch: 8:20 p.m. It's particularly chilly tonight, which I like very much. Sometimes I go out and lie on the grass to watch the stars or speak to Aden when we get too loud in the house. But it only lasts for a few minutes since my parents don't trust me "alone".

"Carrie! You're back!"

I turned around and saw my mother comming down the wooden doorsteps. She gave me a hug. "You're wearing a thin sweater! Go back inside before you catch a cold."

I went inside the house and felt the warm air around me. Home sweet Home.

"So what's the surprise, mom?" I yawned as I lazily rubbed my eye.

"Oh, you're gonna love it! But come to the living room where your father is."

I walked inside the pumpkin-scent room where my dad was about to sleep on our couch.

"Dad!"

"Uh-Wha-?" He violently shook his head. "Oh, Carrie! Welcome home!" He instantly stood up and gave me a hug. "Sit down, sitdown!"

My mother came by my dad's side and placed her hand on his shoulder. They both looked at me, their smiles never failed to fade off.

"Soo..."

"Well, Carrie, you're turning 16 this October..." My mom started. "And we just agreed to... um, how do I put this..."

Agreed to what?

A.N

Yes hello I originally out part of this story for the next chaper, but hey it was short so I just combined the two.

And yes, EWWW my writing style is horrible I promise to fix it when im done.

t ank u fr rding mi sotry <3