We left for his house, his parents were out-of-town, and so it made more sense to go to his house. I arrived at his house first, even though he left fifteen minutes before me, I used one of my many abilities, speed. Cameron walked up to his front door with a confused expression on his face. He shook his head at himself, as in telling himself to forget about it. He unlocked the door and we walked inside; as many times as I've been here I'm always awed by how perfect his house is. He has the perfect green walls and perfect black leather furniture, that looks like it's never been used but I know it has, and the perfectly clean white carpeting. The furniture is arranged just right so it faces the 72" T.V.
I love this place, even though it's perfect and most people wouldn't want to sit on the furniture, or even stand in the house for that matter, in fear of ruining the perfect look the house has going on, this is the one place that really feels like home to me. Where I feel safe and protected from all the bad things in my life. This is my real home, or at least it will be up until I tell Cameron about what a freak I am.
Cameron went into the kitchen to get us some water, I stayed in the living room and paced. I stopped when I realized his fire-place had been lit, by me. "Shoot," I thought, and then my panicking lit his candles on the mantle. I heard the water stop running and heard Cameron pick up the two glasses, "no-no-no," I thought. I looked at the candles and imagined them being put out one by one, the last one burnt out right as he walked into the living room." Thank goodness," I was relieved, yet nervous at the same time, this was going to be an interesting night. Cameron handed me the glass of water, after his hand released the glass of water it started to freeze. "Great," I thought, "a brand new freaking ability at just the right moment in time," I thought in a sarcastic tone. I set the glass down hoping Cameron didn't notice that it was now frozen solid, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
"What is it you wanted to tell me," he asked. I looked at him; he still had that caring loving look on his face.
"You might want to sit down," I motioned for the couch.
"Okay," he said sounding confused, yet like the confusion was all an act.
I took another deep sigh, "So, umm, I don't really know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it. I'm psychic, among other things, I have these abilities," I pointed to the fire-place and lit it. "I can talk to the dead as well and I can do the unthinkable. I'm discovering so many more new abilities every day," I was babbling incessantly. "But don't worry I can't read your thoughts or anything else, and I totally get it if you never want to see me again, and hate me forever." I finished, and what the hell, why not. I decided to check out my new ability, I looked at the water which was no longer ice, and with the wave of my hand I took it out of the glass it was in, an ability I could already do. Then, I froze it where it was and made it come toward me; I grabbed it in my hand. I held it in my warm hands, the heart-shaped large piece of ice, waiting for Cameron to react so my frozen heart that was already cracking, would shatter. I plopped down on the floor, still holding the cracking ice heart
Cameron looked at me and smiled, he smiled, what the hell, most people would probably already be out of the state! "Why are you smiling?!"
"Because I've been waiting for you to tell me this for a while. I knew you were special, I just didn't realize how much until now."
"But- but, I'm dangerous. I could be why Alex is in the hospital, in a coma! Just because of this stupid ability I have no control over, that scares the crap outta me! I can control people with my mind, I could make them kill themselves, make them forget things and remember things that never happened!" I finished, for now, frantically searching his eyes for any change in emotion.
"I have a secret of my own as well," he hesitated, "I can see the future too, and talk to ghosts; I've spoken with your grandma."
"What? Is that why my abilities don't work on you then, because you're special too?" I asked not even asking about my grandma, because they both had more explaining to do, together.
"I'm not really sure," he said, "but we can work together now to figure all this out. You're not alone anymore."
"I was never alone," I said looking up at him, "I've always had Alex, and my grandma, more so before she died, but I've always had her." I looked at him, suspicion filling my thoughts again, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Your grandma asked me not to, and told me that I needed to wait for you to trust yourself, and me enough so, that you would tell me first, then I could tell you, and only then." Yup sounds like something my grandma would say.
"Okay, there's one problem, I don't trust myself."
"I think you do, more so than you use to at least," he looked at me and I knew he was somewhat right.
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