The Seers

Chapter 2

Nicholas always hated loud noises.

As the loud clatter of dishes echoed throughout the crowded Diner, he occupied his ears with headphones, and the headphones occupied his ears with The Kooks. His hands were occupied with a steak-filled pan, and his thoughts were occupied with how crowded it was in the restaurant today. A waiter sped over to his side of the kitchen and placed a post-it note on the wall in front of him. He pulled a headphone out of his ear while Nicholas tried his best to not whack Waiter Boy.

"Make sure that one," he pointed at the meal he just interrupted him for, then turned back to him and continued shouting, "Is to go."

Then he walked away, ignoring Nicholas's glare and then walking away. Nicholas popped the headphone back in his ear and went back to cooking.

Just a few more months until I can quit, Nicholas thought to himself as he flipped the steak.

Just then, his phone vibrated in his back pocket. After glancing around to make sure the manager wasn't in sight, he found the small phone and slid it out, flipping it open to check the message he'd just gotten. On the top of the screen, Nolan Sanders was written, and below that showed a message.

U almost out? We r bored.

This made Nicholas smirk the slightest bit as he thumbed a response,

5 minutes.

And five minutes later, he clocked out and threw his apron in his old-school Jansport bag that was presently on his shoulder, and made a beeline for the exit. Outside, the previously mentioned Nolan Sanders sat in the drivers seat of an old, beaten up Mustang. Next to him sat a girl with a pixie cut and an overly bright smile.

"Hey, Nick." Kristen greeted warmly. Her numerous bangles shook as she waved her hand hello, which matched her large, looped earrings perfectly. She had a thing about accessories.

"Because I like how I sound like a wind chime." She said once, when Nicholas asked her why she wore so many. There was an air about her that made people feel like her family. She had a need to make people feel wanted and welcome. So, unsurprisingly, Kristen had been overly attached to Nicholas, who was never much of a people person, since the first time they met. As Nicholas slid into the back seat, Kristen refused to stop asking him questions about his day. Unable to be mean to Kristen, Nick replied with one worded answers during the whole ride. Eventually, Nolan slowed his run-down sedan to a park in front of the Mayweather house and trotted up to the front door, leaving the two alone.
"So, how's your week been?" Kristen beamed at Nick expectantly, and he inwardly sighed, physically preparing himself for the suffocating conversation unravelling before him.

"At the cemetery?" Jansen's brother asked her. His round, gray eyes peered at her in interest.

"Yes. This morning." Jensen replied, looking around the room at all the curious eyes, the owners of said eyes being her father and her two older brothers, Oliver and Wesley.

"Go over what you saw again." Wesley demanded, not giving Jansen any choice. She sighed impatiently before she spoke,
"What is there to go over? I saw myself crying over a body and there was a flashlight pointed towards them, that was it."

Wesley, seemingly oblivious of Jansens growing frustration, pressed further,

"Yes, but you're forgetting the minor details. Where were you? Did anyone say anything? Was anyone else there? Were there any specific sounds you heard?"

Why does this matter? Jansen thought, tired of the questions. Of course, she knew why this mattered. She'd always been able to see how people had died, but up till now, she'd never been able to see how someone would die, much less see herself with the person yet to die. The two were very, very different. She sighed again.