Girl of My Dreams

Chapter 6: The Elevites

Ryans POV:

It's been three days since I last connected with Emily Rose. We've been texting nonstop, and she's just so, so cool. She has a sense of humor so contagious, she might as well just be laughing through the phone. We talked about some of her favorite bands, and my favorite rappers. There are a lot of cultural parallels. Rappers often come from a place where they feel they have no way out of a tight situation, and many punk bands stem from rebellion and being a misfit. The hustle is pretty intense for both sides. Adversity breeds an uprising, I suppose.

My phone pinged just as I was putting it down. Em asked about my research.

"Call me," I texted. She called as soon as the text delivered. "Hey, what you got, Kitten?" she anxiously asked.

"The PDF files I found had notes about "the elevites" being unable to control their connections completely independent of their unconscious neural functions" I began.

"Slow down, dude!" she interjected, "before we get into all the science stuff, you said a name. Is that what scientists call us?"

"Yeah, I can go into detail about that later. This is all really cool." I started typing on my desktop, cross referencing key words from the original PDF to see if I could find any other files are documents. "But, apparently, most of the known elevites can only go to Paradise involuntarily, and they can only connect with a partner elevite when both of their minds are free of stress."

My ear might have started bleeding of Em shrieked any higher "Well THAT explains a lot! Michelle's been grilling me about hanging out again! Bish sleeps a few hours for a few days and the whole world ends!" While she speaks, all I think about is how wildly spontaneous she seems, but you wouldn't get that conclusion based on her social media. She's so sad and reserved to the public. However, she has so much energy that you can't help but be intrigued. She's so damn cool. I could listen to her rant forever.

She continued, "Like, dude, seriously. I just wanted to adventure without going anywhere with this dude I randomly found on the internet and he is also in my head. That's not too bad, right?"

"Uh... Em," words finally being able to escape between her breaths. "Your friend sounds about petty as hell, but I asked you to call with a purpose. I think you wanna hear this."

God, I hate being so serious. It's not even like me, this is just really important.

"Shit, sorry," she said softly, almost like she regretted speaking, "I didn't mean to ramble, it's just.. A lot..."

"I know, Em. I get it. It'll be okay."

"You were saying?"

I pulled up a file during her rant. One with a little more knowledge on elevites. On us. "Okay, so there's your regular elevites. The ones who can't really control their connections. Then, there's a bunch of them that were studied, called The Stem. The Stem was able to completely control and understand their gifts. That's all this says about the people themselves, though."

"Dude, this sounds like some government document or something, where are you finding this stuff?" She laughed kinda quietly, moreso anxiously rather than seeing humor in anything.

"If I say the internet, will you let it go?" I chuckled.

"I think not, good man, gimme the goods." she laughed with a cute little snort.

"Well, my dad used to be pretty involved with some sketchy tech geeks and I got to meet one of those geek's son, and there was this ultra cool computer setup and... My cousin and I stole it as soon as we could."

"Gasp!" she audibly said, "You're bad!" she giggled.

"I'm no delinquent, but I absolutely refused to pass this up." I puffed my cheeks, as if she could see me, "Besides, this computer has websites I'm not supposed to see, in the bookmarks folder. Next level stuff. But, hey, I gotta go. I'm supposed to go hoop with the boys."

She groaned, "Ugh, can we pick up on this tonight?"

"Sure."

"Lit."

I hung up. Honestly, after three days of just reading up on this stuff, I really could use some normality in my system.

I changed into my white shorts with the gold and grey stripes on the sides of each leg, my "Black Lives Matter" muscle tee, and my new Adidas shoes from the little shoe store down the street from my old middle school.

I got to the court and Warren was already there with Earl. They were taking practice shots and getting warmed up for a game of 33. Of course, I'm gonna get double teamed all game. Ah well, I'm 6'4" and been hooping since my cousin first touched a basketball, they're both 5'7" and only play with me or at school, it's kind of a handicap.

*** 400 miles away ***

Emily's POV:

Dear Diary,

I haven't written in here in a while. I guess, I just wanna clear my mind without anyone else judging me, besides me. That goes without saying though... Whatever.

I'm so bored right now. I had a taste of something kinda cool and really fun, and with a really hot guy (bonus). Michelle would totally be down for something this cool, if she wasn't so hung up on school stuff. Should I tell her? I mean, we technically don't know for a fact that we are "elevites" or whatever but there isn't really much of an explanation to what's been happening. Nothing else that makes sense, at least. Which means, I'm not a total freak.

Not a total freak... But, a freak nonetheless. They experimented on people to get the research Ryan dug up. People suffered. I wonder how many died..

Sheesh, I can't even focus on my own thoughts anymore. My mind just goes and doesn't stop. I need a nap.

Bye Diary,
Em.