The Shooting Star

(4) สี่: Botanical Housewarming

So yes, it turns out that Lily is another one us who can't control their powers by touch, and if you couldn't tell by her name or her flamboyantly botanical home, everything she touches will sprout plants of some kind. She says that it can be affected by her mood, like flowers when she's happy, and thorns when she's angry, but she also has way better control of her abilities than we do. Sitting in her living room, we noticed all of the plants in pots and sprouting out of the furniture around us. We could tell she loves plants, and she definitely gets enough oxygen in her house... despite the cramped feeling. She seemed very nice and happy, but also extremely concerned.

"There's so much I want to talk to you both about, there's a lot of catching up we need to do." She said, sipping some tea she had made earlier.

"Do we know each other?" Jasmine asked her, confused.

"Oh yes! We were all raised in the same place, you, Henrie, me, and 8 others! We were the saviors of our generation... until we were separated at young ages."

"How do you know so much about this?" I asked.

"My mother was one of these experiments. Well, she isn't biologically my mother as aren't most of our guardians, but she worked in the lab before we were separated, and she chose to raise me. She has told me all about the stories of the lab and how they operate. Lamberg Brunswick Science Facility," She sighed, "She hates them."

I was so surprised to hear about this. I knew that I was adopted, but I didn't know that I was from some laboratory. Maybe the lab is where we were being taken back to, in Brunswick.

"Can you tell us more about this lab?" I asked, "Oh yeah, and the others." Jasmine added.

"Oh yeah, there's almost too much to talk about. A lot of crazy things happened since th— Oh wait! Sorry, I totally forgot about my friend," Lily said, as she ran down a hallway yelling for someone.

"Henrie," Jasmine whispered over to me, "Isn't it a little weird that she knows so much about the lab? Why wouldn't our parents tell us?"

"I don't know, but I get good vibes from her. I think we can trust her."

We hear her coming back up the hallway, and behind her is one other person. It's a guy. It can't be her brother, he looks Hispanic and she looks white, but he is very attractive. He has beautiful dark hair and eyes, and an amazing smile. Yes, I'm gay. Sometimes I forget to mention it, for just recently I have been able to interact with real humans.

Lily comes back down the hallway with some hot guy who's named Ricky. I thought about flirting with him, but I noticed Henrie drooling when he came in. Is Henrie gay? I'm not quite sure yet, but I'd be so happy if he was... I'm rooting for them.

"Is Ricky... one of us?" I asked, noticing no gloves on his hands. "No," Lily said, "He's a good friend of mine. He's been sneaking over to my house ever since we were young. Now he's a botanist at UNC in Charlotte, not far from here."

"North Carolina? We've been flying North." I said, looking at Jasmine.

"Yeah, if you were coming from Brunswick then you were definitely going up no— Wait, you flew?" Said the guy, Ricky, surprised.

"Yeah," I said, trying not to blush, "Jasmine can make things catch fire and I have the ability to make things float." I stuttered a little bit.

"Nice, that's a new one," He said, smiling and staring at me with those gleamy eyes.

Oh yeah, Henrie's gay.