Better Days

Chapter 34: IKEA

We walked into a semi crowded IKEA because Emerson and I thought it be funny to eat in the cafes located inside. I gave Emerson the ultimate power of choosing what I'll eat, by only telling him why I'll refuse to eat.

Evan refused to be in line with him and is waiting until Emerson comes back. "Are.... are you ok Morgan?"

I turned from the struggling Emerson to give Evan a smile. "As good as I can be."

He frowned obviously wanting a bit more. But after that shit he pulled in the submarine loading dock, I don't know if he genuinely cares about it anymore. Maybe he's just trying to make conversation. I decided to humor him.

"My grandma told me that I wasn't her grand daughter and that if I had died, my father nor mother would have been burdened with me."

"Has she always been like this?"

"Sadly yes. But it still kind of hurt." I choking shaking a bit. I guess it's still a sore spot. "But if you don't mind I kind of came out here to avoid it. Maybe we can talk more later?" I wiped my eyes looking away. He sighed deeply in an annoyed way making me feel worse. A plate of food dropped in front of me and Emerson stood in pride. I could see his stare in my peripherals. I turned my head slightly to meet his glared

"What the fuck? Why are you crying?" He asked looking at Evan for a split second.

"I'm not crying you dolt. What did you bring me?" I laughed.

"Salmon. Most things they have there is Salmon. You didn't say you didn't like Salmon."

"No I didn't. Thank you." I smiled. He pulled out the chair next to me, avoiding sitting next to Evan. Evan make a face and then brought back his smile. He's at least trying.

"I'll be back." Evan got out his chair and went to order.

"Was it him?" He whispered.

"No he asked me what was going on with my grandma and I answered. But I didn't think it still made me upset."

"So it was him though."

"So back on that subject about your copying." I smirked ignoring him.

"Did you want to hear the rule? It's kind of disgusting."

"Sure."

"My powers run on memory. How much I know about a person will help me use their power for longer.... but I have to consume some DNA."

"EW!" I screamed laughing. "What's the worst you've eaten...."

He made a face and shook his head. "Tell me... tell me...tell me." I persisted. I nudged him with my arm and used my knee to bother him more.

"A... a finger nail." He said defeated. I looked at him in disbelief.

"We can't be friends anymore..." I said disgusted. He hid his smile. "Oh you fucking liar!"

He laughed obnoxiously loud and I tried to get him to quiet down. He was kicking his feet like a child and shaking the table. "You think I eat finger nails to get power?" He started laughing more.

"Emerson!" I snapped trying not to join him in his loud laughter. He covered his mouth and continued to laugh. He excused himself and and ran out of the restaurant. Evan came to sit and watched as he ran out. 

"What happened to him?"

"He won't tell me the secret to his powers..."

"You seem to be enjoying his company."

"I enjoy all my friends company...."  I glanced at Evan briefly before turning away. Evan looked down and continued to eat. Emerson came back and took some deep breaths. He sat down quietly. He glanced at me and his lips started to quiver and make another smile. He let out a few more giggles and I hit him so he'd stop.