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Chapter 5

It's Tuesday, two thirty-three p.m. I looked down as (Y/N) was on her computer, writing a story idea down. I manifested beside her bed, looking at her computer screen.

You know you could just tell me the story idea and I could save it in my memory. You don't have to use a computer that's unprofessional. It's not even a Macbook.

I don't like popular stuff. And I'd rather have all my story stuff in one device.

But I could do better than that piece of trash.

She rolled her and laid down on her side.

Today is the last day of Winter-break. You should do something before school starts again.

I don't feel like doing anything.

Exercising will get you in the mood. Exercise produces dopamine, which means happiness. Right now, your happiness level is forty-two percent.

I don't care. I just want to sleep.

Depression is not something that should be taken lightly.

I'm taking antidepressants.

Antidepressants are not supposed to fix you instantly.

Do you suppose I'm broken?

Practically, yes.

She groaned and shifted to the other side glaring at me.

I'm not getting out of my bed.

You're gonna regret this.

How do you know?

I can see possible futures, and in this case, there is a nine-two percent chance that you are going to regret doing nothing all day.

(Y/N) sighed and turned to lay on her stomach. What do I even do?

Going on a simple drive or walk would raise your dopamine level.

Okay. (Y/N) threw her blanket off of the and slid her legs off the bed and looked at herself in the mirror.

My hair looks like I've been in a tornado.

Then brush your hair.

But my hair is so thick, and I have so much of it, and it takes forever.

She looked at me and her eyes lit up.

Can you brush my hair?

No.

Damn it.

She let down her hair and brushed through her hair until it looked good and put it into a low ponytail. She took a pair of socks from her dresser and got a pair of Nike shoes.

I'm gonna drive to the mall and just walk around.

Good plan. I recommend you bring money because there might be something that you'd want.

I know.

I didn't hear you think that.

I subconsciously thought it.

Unreal. I say, shaking my head.

There's something I need you to help me with at school. She thinks as she stands up and reaches for her purse.

Really? I asked, smirking.

I have this friend.

Lily?

Yeah. I know she's a bad friend, but I can't help running back to her. So, I need you to like, stop me from being her friend.

That's like, the opposite of what I was made for. I was made to get people their desires, one main example being getting people their crushes. But you want me to get rid of her?

Don't get rid of her! I didn't say like, kill her.

I will help you break this cycle of abuse.

(Y/N) sighed in relief. Thank you.

I was made for helping. Even if it means I have to help you not be friends with someone.

She laughed out loud before walking out of her room. I followed behind her.

She quickly walked down the stairs, walking to the garage where her mom's car wasn't there. She was at work. (Y/N) pressed the garage door button, opening the garage door.

(Y/N) hopped on the driver's side while I teleported into the passenger seat.

Nice car. But this car isn't as smart as I am.

"But it has an auto-pilot," (Y/N) said.

How long does it last?

"One to two minutes," She murmured.

I'd be a better car than this thing.

That's funny. (Y/N) thought as she laughed a little. She started the car and watched as the panel in the middle turned on.

"So, can you like, become human while we're there? I know you haven't even been here for a week, but it'd be, comforting," (Y/N) stammered, laughing nervously at the end.

What am I even saying?

What do you think people will think if someone from your school sees you with I'd say, a nine-teen-year-old guy? People might think that you have a boyfriend.

Shit. You're right. Damn it. I'm not smart.

Say that to your papers that say that you don't need to take Science and Social studies for the rest of the school.

Do I hear sarcasm? You online dater rat. She started laughing and accidentally pressed the gas pedal, scooting the car forward about two inches.

"OH- SHIT!" (Y/N) yelled, grabbed the steering wheel. "My bad," She started laughing.

Do you need driving lessons?

"I don't, that was an accident," (Y/N) laughed.

You almost did have an accident.

That sounds so wrong. She thought as she laughed harder, tucking her legs back to make sure she didn't crash the car.

I facepalmed as I shook my head.

"Okay, okay, I'm going," She started to back out, watching the monitor, going so slow as to not crash. So slow. So damn slow.

You don't need to go this slow.

"I don't want to scratch the car or the garage," (Y/N) murmured, focusing on the monitor. Stopping to catch her breath because she was holding her breath.

You won't. Just go faster.

(Y/N) snickered.

I zapped her and she flinched letting go of the steering wheel and stopped driving.

"That was hella funny, you have to admit that," She laughed.

I let out a slight laugh that sounded more like a Michael Scott snort. I started laughing at my own reaction. I quickly composed myself. Laughing is unprofessional. I turned toward  (Y/N).

Okay, are we going to go to the mall or not?

"Yeah, yeah," (Y/N) composed herself, looking at the monitor and going a little faster than before. Looked out the window as she pulled out the garage all the way, and eventually drove out the driveway.

(Y/N) sighed. "I told you I can drive,"