Skye
Can't believe I can make fire, when the fuck could this happen? Dylan didn't seem scared of that fact, which I didn't know how to feel about. Once him and I got everything off my head and face I made him stand in a corner with his eyes closed and hands over his face so I could change into my pajamas.
"Okay all clear." I said in a joking tone. Dylan chuckled at me and turned back around and looked at me, smiling.
"Hey, where's Roxie?" He asked, sounding like he knew the answer.
I sighed and answered, "Lily's room... Ugh now I gotta change into a stupid dress again..."
Dylan chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'll be right back." With that he left my hidden room, leaving me to sit here waiting, bored out of my mind. After what felt like an hour but was probably only about five minutes, I heard Dylan trying to figure out how to open the hidden door. I laughed and got off the floor and went to open it from my side, but right before I did he figured it out. Roxie ran at me tail whipping back and forth and she started barking in excitement.
I chuckled at my puppy and shushed her as I gave her pets, "Shhhh I know Roxie, I know but you gotta be quiet." Dylan and I laughed at my lil baby being so happy to see me. I ended up sitting on the floor with her, petting her. Eventually she calmed down and just sat wagging her tail at me happily.
"So.. Were you sleeping in here or...?" Dylan asked curiously, looking around the kind of small room.
I shrugged and answered, "technically no. Just kinda sat on some blankets to think cause last night I slept in a tree and had another evil guy dream, but after that I moved into here so I could get ready and be right there on cue for the ball." Dylan slightly frowned at me then seemed to come up with a thought and smiled again.
I furrowed my brows at him and he said, "You know you can come spend the night with me, I'll sleep on the floor if you want me to."
"I would, but judging from Drake saying you following me after calming my fire sounded kinky, I don't really want to be beside their bedroom tonight." I politely declined with a straight face. Dylan's face fell a little and he looked at the ground. I chuckled and asked, "What? Scared to go back to your room now?" He nodded sadly, making me laugh. He gave me a defeated looking face so I playfully rolled my eyes and invited, "Want to stay here then?"
Dylan's eyes lit up and he asked, "Please? I don't want to hear that crap, though I probably am going to a little anyways even from here....." I stood up and pulled an air mattress out of my bag then laid it on the floor. I started blowing it up with my mouth because I'm the worlds biggest idiot and never put a pump in my bag with the air mattress and couldn't bother just poofing one up out of my bag. Subconsciously I think it's to tell him yet another secret of mine. After a lot of breaths I was not really able to breathe anymore and the mattress was probably not even half full, I wouldn't know. I can't see very straight anymore. Dylan gave me a worried look and asked, "You okay Quetzal...?" I nodded, trying to get air to go in my lungs again. For what ever reason being unable to breathe has never scared me in the slightest bit, actually the reason is probably depression but who cares about details. I reached in my bag and pulled out my inhaler and shook it then took the little cap off and took a puff, holding my breath after. When my lungs hurt too much to not be trying to get oxygen I breathed out, still out of breath.
"I'll be fine," I took a few pants and added, "just gimme a couple minutes." I panted some more then laid on the floor, flopping my arms above my head since it supposedly helps you breathe better. Dylan took the air mattress and started blowing it up while I slowly started breathing like a normal person again, by the time I was breathing properly he had the mattress fully blown up and wasn't even fazed by it.
"Since when did you have asthma?" He asked curiously, closing the plug thing.
I sighed, sat up and answered, "Forever, only reason I got an inhaler was cause on a training mission that had a crap ton of running I passed the fuck out and Larry had to carry me back to the agency hospital."
Dylan blinked in surprise and questioned, "I literally never knew that. Is that the only time you've passed out?"
"No, it's happened around..... um... I think like eleven other times after that. At least one of them happened around you, grade seven gym class when I disappeared after running around the perimeter of the gym for twenty minutes straight. Hid in one of the changing stalls on the bench thingy, I laid down cause I knew I was gonna pass out. Hour later I woke up and pretended I just didn't give a shit about being to socials. Actually..... I would of done that no matter what.... Fucking hate socials..." Dylan stared at me in awe, looking confused as hell. "Yeah.. It happened maybe once before that as a kid in Trealle, needless to say I refused to supremely exercise after that. Except for training. Which is why I now have a..... thingy thing. Refused to use it at school so no one could see a thingy of lung steroids anywhere near me and know a weakness of mine. But uh.. If you were ever wondering why I've always hated running and avoided it as much as I could, now you know why." I answered his unspoken question, sitting up again.
"The word is inhaler, and... wow. Still full of surprises aren't you?" Dylan asked in amusement.
I smirked and looked to the floor, responding, "Yup, some of which even I might not know of." As I spoke the last part I made a small flame in the palms of my hands, no idea how but I've figured out how to summon it and make it disappear.
I looked up at Dylan to find him smiling at me, he then smirked and commented "Nice to know hell only appears in your eyes when you're pissed."
I furrowed my brows, "What?"
He chuckled and looked at his feet for a second then looked at me and said, "Hand me a piece of paper and a pencil." I was still confused but I put the fire in my palms out, got some paper and a pencil out of my bag and handed it to him. He walked up to one of the walls and drew on the paper then checked it and walked back over to me, sitting down beside me. He handed the paper to me and on it he had drawn a set of eyes with flames in place of what an eye usually looks like. Holy shit snacks.. "That's what your eyes looked like earlier when your whole body was on fire, probably would've killed.. her.. by heart attack. From the sounds of it she doesn't know all those other powers Kelsey has, she just knows she's a shapeshifter."
I furrowed my brows again and looked at my hands and quietly asked, "If she has all those powers and we both have the same parents..... Why don't both of us have the same powers as each other....?" From the corner of my eye I saw Dylan reach out to touch my back but he hesitated and pulled his hand back. No clue why, but I gently grabbed his hand and placed it on my shoulder.
"Not complaining at all whatsoever.. but..... What's made you be so open with me today?" Dylan asked, looking unsure how to react right now.
I shrugged and replied, "I don't know.. That whole revenge plan made me feel like a sassy, badass bitch, which I guess made me super confident and not care about keeping my imaginary walls up.." I heard Dylan chuckle so I looked over at him.
"But you ARE a sassy, badass bitch Quetzal. No matter what, that's never going to change and that's not a bad thing," he replied, smiling.
I smiled a little and looked away, then somewhat teasingly said, "Tell anyone anything bout my asthma and ima badass bitch hit you so hard it'll make your ancestors dizzy."
Dylan chuckled again and probably rolled his eyes before replying, "I know Yao Quetzal. Now come on, lets get some sleep." With that he took my hand, pulled me up and dragged me over to the bed on the floor.
"Jesus you gonna fuckin push me down onto the bed too?" I sarcastically commented.
Dylan smirked at me and replied, "Want me to?" My heart felt like it jumped out a plane miles up in the sky, then flew up last second so as not to splat on the ground. I stood frozen in place, not knowing what to say. Dylan laughed and said, "Skye I was teasing you."
"I don't really believe you..." I responded, glaring suspiciously at him while hoping the heat creeping in my cheeks wasn't visible. He chuckled and just laid down, flipping over onto his back to put his arms behind his head and look at me. He has really muscular arms... NOT the fricken time to be thinking that you dumb bitch. I felt my cheeks get warmer as I stood for a bit longer, not looking at Dylan anymore.
"You seem flustered." He stated amused.
"Pf. Am not." I scoffed, still not looking at him while I grabbed a couple blankets to put on the mattress.
"Then why's your face red?" he chuckled.
I shot a quick glare then turned off the light I put in here and laid down on the edge of the bed with my back to him as I answered, "Uh.. Cause I'm going to make fire shoot out my face to scare people."
He laughed in response and said, "Uh huh, alright Quetzal. Whatever you say." I snorted and stopped replying, falling asleep soon afterwards.