Blue Pulse

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Wyatt

Caroline is seriously overreacting, it's just a kid, a kid we don't even know.

We begin to head over to a restaurant to grab some dinner, it's getting pretty dark. Caroline still hasn't said a word since we left, she's just being childish.

"Oh come on, you're not seriously still thinking about that kid, right?" I say somewhat annoyed.

"Shut up, Wyatt, quit asking things that you have no part in," Caroline retorts, eying her hamburger.

I shrug my shoulders and turn back toward my greasy dinner. It consists of fries, a Diet Coke, and a ½ lb. cheeseburger. I pick up the burger and take a bite, munching while pondering the recent events. I have no clue how we are going to get contacts since they are out of stock. I consider hiring a man to pose as a guardian and buy us a house.

No, Caroline would disagree almost immediately with that.

We finish our meal in silence and Caroline looks as if she's sick to her stomach. I don't blame her though, I feel as if I could throw-up right here, right now. We leave some cash and slowly slide out of the booth seats. I clutch my stomach with both arms, I try not to make it obvious though.

Last time I ever have fast food.

We lurch towards the door and into the darkness. As I near my hover board I start to feel nausea overwhelm me. I stagger over to a patch of grass right before I throw up the contents of my dinner. I hear Caroline, in the background, gagging, not puking, but definitely not pleased with her dinner either.

After we finish, Caroline comes over to me, "Where are we going to sleep for the night?"

I don't really know what to say, I guess I never really thought about that before.

"We'll find a hotel somewhere and tomorrow we'll go and get ourselves a home."

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We have been riding along these dark and gloomy streets for almost fifteen minutes when I hear a rustling down an alley. Caroline and I stop perfectly still and stare down the dark path.

I say we just keep walking, probably just the wind or something, says Caroline using her telepathy.

She brushes against my shoulder and we begin to ride faster. The flickering sign in front of us catches our eye and we decide to walk in. The person at the front desk is either half-asleep or very drunk.

He checks us in and doesn't even ask if we have parents or some sort of adult ID. He gives us a room key and crumples against the desk with his mouth beginning to drip with drool. I feel Caroline shiver and we go to our room.

Our room is small, compact and smells of old cigars. The two beds' sheets have dust for the first layer and the air conditioning/heater is smashed and covered in scratch marks. One of those rickety old thin boxes they called TVs right before us. I see a small beetle crawling across the carpet, and disappear into the corner.

Very glamorous.

"Oh come on, Caroline, it's not that bad," I say, lying as I see her try to turn on the lights. Not even a spark flickers up above.

This is definitely an old hotel, these things are like ancient. The newer modern ones don't even need machines for the heating and cooling system and the actually have lights that work. We have the money to go elsewhere, but Caroline looks tired and doesn't seem to really want to leave. She may hate it, but she'll deal with it.