Like ocean to me

Chepter 18

- PHILIP ??!

- ANDREW? EMILY?!

My mouth falls open and I feel like all the air in my lungs has disappeared. I don't know if I should go give him a hug, punch him in the face, or go back to Mayfort and drag Sean here. But i stay motionless and so does he.

Philip looks almost the same, the same brown hair like Sean's, the same perfect posture and that same dumb look on his face. all same except he let a small beard grow witch makes him look much alder then he actually is.

Thousands of memories flood through me, from the days we were all growing up together, spending our days at the beach, how he always supported me, and about how he made me laugh and how Sean's face always looked brighter when his older brother was around. to how he warned me that Conner was trouble, tho I didn't listen. And lastly, the day he left for France, and how nor I nor anyone ever heard a single word from him again, how we all wondered how he was, how nothing that had happened in the last years could explain why he had left so suddenly, how no one even considered he would just disappear.

Oh how hard it must've been for Sean's family, I felt like I had lost a dear friend, but Sean's parents must've felt like they had lost a son, just like that, without any reasonable explanation. I can almost see them, waiting for a call that never came, waiting for a messenger at least with a 'just arrived! :)' like I imagine he would have sent.

- wait, you guys know each other or something? - Nia asks, obviously caught off guard.

I don't bother answering and instead charge to Philip and my hand instantly meets his cheek with a loud slap.

- is this where you've been all this time?? Hanging out with moon warriors and living in this creepy ass magic mansion in the middle of a creepy ass street in the middle of freaking Paris?? - I shout.

Philip looks stunned, and I don't need to turn around to know that Andrew's and Nia's faces look the same.

- i-I yes... but it isn't what your thinking. I-I have a really good explanation, just hear me out - he manages to stutter out.

I had never seen Philip so stressed and so shocked, all the color has left his face and if I didn't know better I would say he looked like he was about to faint, after all, he was the type to faint in hard situations. I couldn't care less. that's nothing compared to how we all felt for the last 6 years.

- I don't want to hear it - I say turning around - let's go Andrew. - I continue, grabbing his hand and leading us down the same way we came in.

At this point it's Andrew who is leading me out, he smashes the door with a loud boom and we continue our way out of there.

- I'm furious - He half says half screams - Some days I even thought he was dead. and he was right here? 3 hours away?? If he has enough money to buy all those candles then he can certainly pay for a phone and call his family once in a while!

- how dare he? HOW DARE HE? And what the hell is he doing hanging out with some super natural gang? Does he have powers too? Honestly I don't care, that's no excuse to leave everything and come here and be a 'mister' - I say, making a quick turn to the right with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

The road we are in now is more crowded, people are coming in and out of stores, most of them seem to be bothering there own business, like most people would in the middle of a big city like this, surely it's not the first time they see two crazy kids shouting on the streets, even so, i can still see some people looking sideways at us, It isn't long before I am constantly being run into again.

I feel my (but not really mine) powers coming up again, and i can feel the connection to the water around me, from opened tabs inside stores to water bottles in peoples bags, i feel powerful, i feel like i could blow this all up, i feel like i do want to blow all this up.

The sound of my phone ringing brings me back to reality. I angrily take it out of my pocket hoping it isn't Nia or Philip, then I remember that neither of them probably have my number, god I don't even know if either of them has a phone!

I look at the screen and all my anger quickly shifts to a gigantic wave of sadness when I see Sean's name displayed on the screen.

I feel Andrew trying to see who is calling me and once he does I feel his grip on my hand lighten.

- what should we do...? Tell him..? How could we even explain..? And we don't even know much our self's... - he says while I click the decline bottom sighing.

- we definitely need to tell him, just not now.. this is definitely something that shouldn't be said over the phone.

- your right... but how do we go back now?

Oh.

I did not think about that. Maybe I should have though of something before I ran off in the middle of a city I have never been to. And I can't even speak french!

- I guess we'll just have to wait for Nia to find us... now that I think it trough maybe running away on the spot wasn't a greeeaaat idea...

- well as much as I would like to blame you for this I get that seeing Philip might have been kind of terrifying for you, especially since you have some kind of Conner trauma.

Did he really just divide to piss me off on purpose? RIGHT NOW?

- I dont have any kind of Conner trauma! - honestly I think I might have one but that's none of his business - and don't you dare blame this all on me, you were as confused and angry as I was and at some point you were -

- ok ok, I get it, I'm sorry I tried to piss you off, I just... I admit that I might have been shocked. And scared. Sorry.

Andrew saying sorry? That's hot. I mean it's, it's, it's new, and nice, and I hope he can learn to be a better person and apologize more, and not mend in my business and.

- are you blushing? - he asks, confused.

- no, it's just ahaha it's hot in France.

Why is the word hot turning up so much in my mind right now? oh god.

in seconds Andrews look shifts from fun and curious to absolutely terrified. What is he thinking?

- w-ww-what the fuck is that? - stutters out

Utterly confused I turn around to see the most tree looking ogres I could ever imagine. There are three creatures that look made of wood with occasional plant coming out of random wholes and with shining eyes like two suns.

Cretors I think, locking eyes with one of them. Oh no

- CRETORS - Andrew screams, grabbing my hand and returning to running.