Out Of Our Control (High School Shoey)

Ch 8- Spaghetti And Meatballs

“Joey! You and your friend come and eat!” mom yells from downstairs. I yawn and try to sit up but then I realize that Shane arm is around me, keeping me held down.

 “Shane, wake up.” I shake his shoulder, causing him to somewhat return to the land of living.

 “What?” he mumbles into the pillow.

 “It’s time to eat.” His eyes immediately fly open. He’s fully awake now.

 “Food?” he asks.

 “Yes, food.”

 “Let’s go!” he grabs my hand and nearly drag me out of my room and down the stairs. Oh I can already smell it from here. Spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread.

 “Hey, Joey. Who’s your friend?” John asks, sitting at the table with his plate already in front of him.

 “Everyone, this is my friend, Shane. Shane, this is my mom Debra, my stepdad John, my sister Nicole, and my little brother Jett.”

 “Hey, what’s up you guys?” he says, giving them a quick wave and a friendly smile. Good. He’s not socially awkward. We sit down next to each other at the table, joining the rest of my family. Shane wraps some spaghetti on his fork and prepares to eat it but I stop him.

 J: Wait. Don’t eat yet.

 S: why not? I’m starving and this looks delicious!

 J: this is a good time to test our new powers.

 My family continues to talk and jabber on about random things but I just block them out. They’re asking too many questions for me right now and I’m already asking myself questions about…myself.

 I throw my hands up in the air and everyone freezes in place but Shane and I.

 “Now we can eat.”

 “What you do that for? Your family is cool.”

 “Yeah for the first five minutes but they’re kind of like the annoying little sister. They’ll keep bugging you for a while but you know they want something from you. They’re trying to get my secrets and stuff. They can’t happen. Once they get the info they need, they’re going to just start giving you the cold shoulder so if you be distant and not so into them, they’ll still be friendly and stuff like right now.”

 “That sounds complicated. I’m going to eat now.”

 J: Yeah and we can eat and talk in our mind so we don’t talk with a mouth full.”

 S: So what other powers do you think we possess?

 J: I don’t know. I’m just really worried about what this means. Why do we have these powers? Are we the only two that have them? If we’re opposites and cancel each other out, why are our powers stronger when we’re together? Do we have a purpose? Is there some big massive issue we’re supposed to solve with these powers? What if we get too caught up in our powers and begin to use them for evil? When—?

 S: Jay, you need to stop and breathe. You are thinking about this too much. If it’s our fate to know the answers to these questions, then we’ll get the answers eventually. Just relax.

 J: You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just—

 S: don’t apologize. You have every right to be worried but just try not to. Look at me. I’m in the same exact situation and the only thing I’m worried about right now is how the f*ck we’re going to explain to your family that we ate the spaghetti in a matter of two seconds. When you unfreeze them, they’re going to see our empty plates but they’re going to think that time didn’t change at all. They’re not even going to know that you froze them.

 J: I have an idea. Give me your plate.

 I grab Shane and I’s plate and take it into the kitchen. I put more spaghetti and bread on our plates to similar proportions before I froze my family.

 I bring the plates back into the dinning room and set them on the table. I lift my arms into the air and bring them down quickly, unfreezing my family.

 “Mom, Shane and I aren’t hungry right now. We’ll save our plates for later.”

 “Um, okay, sweetie. Is Shane spending the night?” she asks, taking a bite of her bread.

 “Yeah. Is that cool?”

 “Yeah. It’s fine. Put your plates in the fridge so you can eat later.”

 “See you guys later.” I wave to them before heading back upstairs.

 “So what do you wanna do now?” Shane asks.

 “Wanna go back to sleep and see what more we can do to that apple?” I ask, smirking.

 “You just read my mind didn’t you?”

 “…Maybe.”