The Indigo Children

Hello, little sister

4 hours later

Grogginess still remained between my shut eyelids, and I struggled to pry them open out of curiosity. Low murmurs erupted somewhere in the room, making noises that my ears could be annoyed of, despite my weak senses-

Wait a minute.

It was then I realized my ears could catch the soft ruffling sound of fabric to fabric, the click-clacking of footwear on the floor, the under volumed giggles at a distance, even the sound of the machinery inside the air conditioner in the room.

They were clear, and somehow the feeling was deja vu, nostalgic, almost.

"Ah, I ship them," Someone whispered near me. I averted my focus to the low whispers, anticipating a conversation. "I think the both of them are overdosed."

"And drunk," Another person chimed in, and this, somehow, made a number of people that I didn't know was near, giggle. "Right? As far as I know, when these two are breathing the same air- Apocalypse."

"But between these two, Leader is cuter, though," said a female voice next. "What? It never hurts to be honest!" She then protested, after receiving a few disapproving scathing sounds.

"Let's leave them before they wake up. I bet Carmin is going to, any second now."

"You said my name." I said sharply, and much to my surprise, I wasn't able to control it. As I say this, my heavy eyelids fluttered open, and I was greeted with the brightest light I've ever seen in my entire life. Or is it just my eyes?

"See? What did I tell you?"

Jared stood right in front of me, groaning at our fellow members behind him. He then turned to me with a sly smile, waving his hands lightly. That's when I realized the white bandage wrapping his upper arm.

The microchip.

I glanced at my own slight pain, and I realized I also had the white bandage wrapping my left upper arm. My black shirt's sleeve was torn just for the bandage, and I shook my head in distaste. Is this how you treat someone? Ruin their shirts?

There was a heavy weight pressing on my right shoulder, and when I turned to look, I was frozen at the spot. Lancelot had his head leaning on my shoulder, his arms crossed to his chest loosely, but with his eyes shut.

Well, that was a major spin-off.

"Lance," I groaned, using my finger to poke his head away. Even when his head swung to the side, it dropped back to the comfort of my shoulder. He also made no move to show that something disturbed his sleep. "Why is he here?" I said groggily, still trying to push his head away, but failing everytime.

The other Indigos who were behind Jared had scurried away, leaving only Jared standing there with his arms crossed to look at me with amusement. He shrugged and took the seat next to where I had probably fallen unconscious on the couch, and leant back.

"I think he likes your shoulder?" he suggested. I gave him a bewildered look and snorted, but I was frozen again when the Sleeping Beauty beside me shifted and sighed in his sleep. Then, his cold arms snaked around my right arm tightly, as if I'm his doll.

"He likes your arm, too,"

It really did took me a moment to realize that this wasn't right. Nothing was right. Carmin Minerva and Lance Woods don't get along. Both of them would never get along. In fact, this position we were in is supposed to be nonexistent.

With the thought of denial still swirling in my mind, I pushed Lance away with all the strength I could muster. His body swiveled, and he fell to his right, his head landing on the safe and comfort of the armrest of the couch.