The Savior: Origins

Chapter Fifteen

After our discovery we had set up measurements in place for their protection. They wouldn't let me leave and go out on my own, and how Ty was treating me lately I didn't want to.

He was slightly kinder, a little less cocky. A little more understanding.

I didn't know why; I didn't understand why. But I felt my heart quake slightly at little things.

Sure he was an asshole, but he was also kind and caring. He showed his good parts once and while. Yea, but he was still an ass.

"Simon!" I heard him call through the house. "Where is that invisible asshat?"

"Him being invisible doesn't affect you at all! You can even see him!" I called back as Julie and I laid on the couch reading books. We became ultimate book nerds while living here and honestly it was growing on us. Anything from Harry Potter to Shakespeare, whatever we could find.

"I concur." Julie yelled. "Everyone is invisible to you Ty!" We heard a crash come from the kitchen and laughed to ourselves. "I think that stools are invisible too."

"I am blind, not deaf!" He complained. He stormed past us to the front door with Macy on her leash. "Me and the only girl who cares about me are going out to find invisible boy."

"Have fun with that." I mumbled, reading over the line again. I heard the door slam as Julie laid back on my lap and smiled up at me.

I looked down at her and furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you want from me, you strange creature." She smiled and laid on my legs. Lucky for me, I didn't feel it anyways so I didn't care.

"Like you, I have a respectable talent for reading people." She stated.

"So?"

"You have a romantic attraction to Ty." She stated. "I mean, you did before and I reason that they are returning." She scoffed at her own sentence before looking at me with her brown eyes. "It's cliché in my opinion."

"What is cliché?" I asked.

"That you are going to end up with the boy, and romance and all that crap." She moaned. "It's awful, plus it's gross."

"Didn't you want us together before?" I asked. "Like, you." I searched for the word in my head for a bit. "Shipped us?" She broke out in laughed and looked up at me.

"Ty taught you that word?" She asked. I nodded. "Please don't ever say, 'Shipped us' ever again. It sounds wrong coming out of your mouth."

"Well, you were fond of our relationship." I said. She nodded at the statement. "Would you be happy that I do-." I froze before her eyes lit up at me.

"So, you do have feelings for Ty?" I sat there silently, I tried to find the words to lie, but nothing came out. Damn, I didn't lie. Everything in my fiber of being told me not to lie so I sat there silently before she jabbed my ribs. "That's is so fucking cliché."

"Shut up!" I yelled before she laughed and fell off of the couch.

"This whole scenario is cliché." She yelled. "The two girls talking about boys and shit! Well guess what, I am ace so you are not getting this squealing and annoying chatter out of me."

"Who are you yelling at?" I asked.

"I have no idea."

"What is ace?" I asked.

"I am in love with science." She groaned, still laying on the ground. "I missed this though. We used to have talks like this all of the time."

"We talked about these things?" I asked confused. Talking about boys all of the time didn't really seem like something that we would do.

"Not boys generally. Mostly how the world around us were idiots. How teachers were power hungry people who couldn't get into politics and that we were going to kick this part of lives in the dust and leave." She sighed like the was reliving beautiful memories.

"To New York?"

"You remember?"

"No." I mumbled, shooting down her dreams. "Ty, told me that we talked about it." We laid there for a moment before I spoke again. "What else did we talk about?"

We laid there and talked, for hours about nothing and everything. She told me stories from when we were children to favorite colors, bands and foods.

She liked the color green, she liked a band called Imagine Dragons, and apparently I liked too and she had a thing for Oreo's.

We even talked about her engineering prowess and at one point she brought down a prototype she was working on.

It looked like some sort of bracer that she attached to her fore arms and wrapped around her palm and knuckles.

"What does it do?" I asked.

"It is supposed to work like telepathy. The ability to move objects around without having to move. It was supposed to be for you and Ty to use when it is finished."

Aw, she cared about us.

"How is works is the glove works as a universal magnet and attracts the object that you point at." She said, flexing the tech in her grasp. I looked at it awe and amazement, she built that? It looked so exquisite.

"What's the problem with it?" She groaned before falling back against the couch.

"The problem is that I can't perfect the sensitivity levels in movement and I send objects hurling through the atmosphere!" She complained. "Watch this."

Her palm opened to a cup that sat on the bar stand a little bit away from us. She slightly moved her hand up and the cup jolted upward from the table. She carefully moved her fingers forward, only to watch it sail through the sky and hit the wall with a smash.

"So, I see the problem."

"I will get it perfected." She told me, her voice strong with confidence. "I just have to perfect my algorithms to make it flawless." She complained, clearly frustrated. "This limited tech is not allowing me to use my computer for any of the calculations and it is driving me insane."

My brain stopped working at her comment. For a moment I lost my breath even.

"You made that, with zero help from the computer?" I asked, stunned.

"Only for imputing codes, but basically yea." I looked at her brown eyes as she looked back into mine. I was looking at some sort of magic human. Are we sure she doesn't have abilities? She is totally normal? "You remember Tony Stark from your pop culture reference class?" I nodded at the vague memory of the fictional tech savvy billionaire.

"He is my protégé." She replied, getting up and walking over to the bar stand.

God, I thought that Ty was cocky. She could hold a candle to that kid.