Skye
I groggily woke up, feeling as if I only had an hour's worth of sleep. I slowly stretched as I yawned, Roxie copying me. I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was eleven am.
"SHIT." I exclaimed, getting up and stuffing the blanket I used back into my bag. "Least I ain't missing much at school. Not like I'd fricken pay attention anyways. Unless there's an opportunity for sabotage...." I slightly muttered to myself. "Okay now Roxie, you can piss and shit in the corner over there on these puppy pads since there ain't a toilet here for you to use. And if anyone breaks in here, rip them apart like I showed you. Be a good girl." I said to my pupper, petting her before laying the puppy pads down for her as well as teleporting her food and water bowls here. I looked at Dylan and sighed, "You better not wake up without me here mister. That'd just be an even bigger asshole move then pretending to be dead." With one last kind of sorrowful look at him I teleported to a block away from the school and ran. "Fuck why am I doing this to myself. Fucking hate running." I panted to myself. "Oh yeah, need to make it seem like I actually give a shit about being here even though I don't." I paused and muttered, "Gonna stop talking to myself now." I stopped running and somewhat quickly started breathing normally again, which was surprising. Once I reached one of the doors, not the main one so I wouldn't be spotted as quickly, I jogged and faked a worried expression. When I got to class everyone stared at me, I had started to fake pant before opening the door so the teacher would think I ran all the way here.
"Nice to see you finally joining us Skye. Take your seat. You can get the notes you missed from another student." The teacher said smugly.
"Sorry for fuckin sleeping in and missing the bus." I retorted, catching the breath I never lost.
"I don't really care why you're late. I do care about you not interrupting my lesson." He spat back.
"You try going through all the fucking bullshit I'm forced to fucking go through right now buddy, see how much you actually give a shit about being to school on time." I growled, making the other students "Ooooooohhh" at my words.
"You can take that unpleasant attitude of yours right down to the principals office young lady." He snapped, thinking he's won this. I stayed where I was because I can't get suspended again and I ain't getting sent to the counselor to "discuss my behavior or problems", I instead crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair. "Oh so you're finally gonna shut up and let me do my job now?" The teacher retorted, not being professional in the slightest anymore. Unfortunately for him I was recording what he was saying.
I smirked and calmly replied, "You know.. I'm pretty sure it's not allowed to tell me to shut up in this situation. You started this entire conversation, not me, so you're interrupting your own lesson. Now I'm sitting here and going to quietly draw to be respectful to you and everyone else. If you have a problem with that I won't have a problem playing this entire thing back to the principal and end up getting you fired. Alright?" I stated the end with fake innocence, pissing him the hell off but he kept his mouth shut about it and went on with his lesson. I don't give one fuck right now that I helped this guy have money for a house. I used agency info to watch and make sure he actually used it for a house, and he did. The amount I gave him also made sure to let him have a bit extra so he wouldn't be absolutely screwed after. I pulled out my binder and doodled, I ended up drawing cool Henna type designs all over my paper. Upon closer inspection I noticed it makes a portrait of Dylan, ugh why do I miss him so much.. I know it's cause I apparently love him but still. The bell rang and we all went to our next class. The rest of the day was pretty boring as per friggin usual, I decided to go to the store once school was over to get paint and supplies. I bought all the stuff I would need and went to Dylan's house. I shifted awkwardly in place before knocking on the door. "oh fuck me why am I doing this." I muttered under my breath, somewhat regretting going through with this. The door opened and Coral was standing there, a surprised look on her face.
"Oh hey Skye, come on in." She said kindly.
"Thank you." I replied just as nicely. "What brings you here? Isn't Dylan on a training trip or something?" She asked curiously. Boss makes anyone living with actual family record specific messages for situations like this, so that no one can find out what actually happened to them unless they died.
"Yeah. I'm here cause I have a surprise for him for when he's back." I answered, I had put all the supplies I got in my bag so they wouldn't see and know what the heck I was doing and want to see or some shit.
"Oh that's so nice of you! Is it for like in his room or..?" She questioned further.
"Yeah, don't go lookin though. I want him to be the first to see it."
She smiled and responded, "Okay, we won't look. We never go in his room anyways."
"Thank you. I'm gonna head up now, it was nice talking to you." I said politely, dying inside from talking to a new person and having to do it alone. I went up to his room and closed the door behind me. I looked around, deciding where I wanted this to be. Across from the bed seemed pretty smart since I'm assuming he wants to stare at it all the fricken time. "Aight don't bloody watch me do this Dylan. I meant it when I said it's a surprise, so piss off for a few hours." I quietly said, I know for a fact he's been watching me this entire time since being attacked. I moved his short dresser out of the way and kept a mental note of where the top of it rests so I don't cover my work. I lay some plastic down on the floor in case I somehow make a mess even though I never have unless doing splatter work of some kind. I started at the base so I could do the top easier, using my telekinesis to lift myself for the middle to top of the wall parts. While levitating myself, Coral apparently needed to ask if I needed a snack. Because she lightly knocked and came in starting to ask, "Hey, you want a snaaa— HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU FLYING?!"
I jumped in surprise, fell from the air, flung paint literally fucking everywhere, rolled in it a bit in my panic to stand up with both feet on the floor and stammered out a horrible answer, "Pf what? Whaaat what, what are you talking about? I think you should get glasses man, or a therapist if you're seeing things that can't happen." My heart thundered in my ears from the stress. How in the hell did she catch me? Jesus christ she's quiet.
"Uh. I know for a fact I just saw you fucking levitating."
"No you didn't." I started gaslighting, praying it'd work even though I know I'll have to erase her memory.
"Yes, I did. You were floating. In the air. With no ropes or ladders around. I SAW IT, stop lying." She angrily insisted.
I caved and sighed, "Kay yeah you're right I was floating."
Her expression dropped back to shock as she exclaimed, "Bitch how!? Magic isn't real!" I snorted and internally laughed my ass off.
"Boy is there a lot YOU don't know." Slipped between my lips in sarcastic amusement. The look of almost horror on her face snapped me back to the fact she's not supposed to know and I added, "Don't worry about it. I'm sure you'll forget." Coral obviously looked extremely confused, but I teleported my device to my hand and erased her memory then teleported it back to my sister. "Hey Coral, did you need something?" I casually asked, tilting my head slightly. She looked at a loss and looked around her brothers room.
"Why is there paint all over the place??"
Shit I forgot about that... "uhhh... I sneezed."
She raised a brow, "you what?"
"I sneezed. Gets pretty aggressive sometimes. I'll clean it up, it's fine." I started panicking again, hoping I don't have to erase her memory again.
Thankfully she seemed to accept that answer and replied, "Okaayy... well did you want a snack or something? You've been here a while."
I gave a polite smile and shook my head, "No, I'm good. Thank you though." Coral shrugged and left, closing the door behind her. I quickly went and locked it, huffing out a big sigh of relief before realizing how bad the paint splatter was. "Shit." I pulled out my phone and called Lily.
"Hey Skye, what's up?"
"Uh... hypothetically, if one were to have been in the middle of painting someone elses room and uh... their sister walked in and caught you levitating so you fell and spilled said paint.... well everywhere... what.. what would one do about that problem?"
There was a few moments of dead silence before she questioned, "This one you're talking about wouldn't happen to be you would it?"
I could tell she was teasing me and scoffed, "Pft of course it's not. Dylans room just splattered itself in paint."
"Oh my gosh, Skye. Teleport me there right now." I sighed and did as she demanded, hanging up in the process.
"So? How the fuck do I clean this up? Do you think using telekinesis to pick up all the drops of paint would work?"
Lily stood in bewilderment and took in how disastrous this room is and mumbled, "well...."
"Wow, thank you. Very reassuring."
"Tch, how would I know if your magic would work or not?!" She retorted, lightly smacking me.
"Keep your fuckin voice down! Coral is still home you know!" I whisper-yelled at her.
"Kay well, I mean you could try your magic stuff and see what happens." Lily shrugged. I sighed again and gave it a shot. For the most part it worked, but some things where it had dried didn't work.
"Well fuck now what?"
"Least he's an organized dude, nice score on that btw, but uh.... yeah I'm not sure how to get paint out of carpet or curtains. My best guess though would be hot water and like... dish soap." She offered, smirking at Dylan's cleanliness. Obviously knowing my own room is a major disaster zone. I shrugged and teleported those things in here and got to work trying to remove all the paint, Lily helping me. While we scrubbed she teasingly asked, "So, what are you painting for him? Hm??" My head dropped while I paused scrubbing, for fuck sake...
"Pft what? Nothing."
"Nothing? YOU, paint.. nothing? Cause THAT'S believable." My best friend snorted.
"What do you want from me? My soul? It's a tree. That's it. All it is. Sheesh." I stated, scrubbing harder. All she did was hm me, thankfully dropping the topic.
Quite a few hours went by, I sent Lily back to wherever she had been after thanking her for her help and I finally finished painting the mural I had told myself I wouldn't do. I sat and literally watched it dry before tacking a cover over it and moving his dresser back. After awkwardly saying bye to his sister I then teleported back to his hospital room, being greeted by a happy Roxie. I said hi to her and gave her lots of pets, used my telekinesis to clean her mess in the corner then laid in my now usual spot beside his bed.
Four days later, still nothing, and it's now after school on Monday. I was, as always, laying in my bed next to Dylan's bed. Staring sadly at his face. The past couple days his heart beat has stayed at regular pace but he still hasn't woken up yet.
I was laying here as a husky just cause, starting to doze off with Roxie laying at the foot of my bed when I heard a familiar voice rasp, "You bored of staring at me yet?" My eyes snapped open faster than a gun shot and my bed ended up flinging across the room behind me as I shifted to human, scaring the shit out of poor Roxie who managed to stay on the bed. I saw his eyes slowly blink open and look at me, within seconds I was laying ontop of him hugging the fuck out of him. He grunted slightly but I sort of didn't care.
"It's about time you damn bitch." I muttered at him, tears of happiness wanting to fall. Felt weird being like this, but I was too happy to give a crap about it. I then looked back at his face that had a huge smile on it. I planted a long kiss on his lips, way too happy to finally kiss him again.
I heard the door open and pulled away to see Kelsey coming in and saying, "I heard a seriously loud bang come from in here and thought some asshole might've broke in again. But now I know what Kat always feels like..." I snorted both in amusement and embarrassment. I climbed off Dylan, careful to not hurt him, my face getting warm. My sister smiled at me and said, "Hey, no need to be embarrassed or awkward. Pretty sure every partner in existence would have done that exact same thing in this situation." I shrugged slightly and looked back at Dylan, a smile still on his face as he stared back at me. My sister chuckled and excused herself, "Ima let you guys have your moment." I gave a small smile and looked at the floor till a minute or less after the door was closed again.
"Am I allowed to call you cute yet?" Dylan asked, his usual amusement in his slightly raspy voice.
I shot a playful glare at him and answered, "You could, still not gonna believe you though." He chuckled, fuck it felt good to hear that again. After a few minutes he slowly tried sitting up.
"Better not hurt yourself more." I growled sternly, waiting for him to quit moving so my anxiety would go down.
He chuckled again and replied, "Don't worry Quetzal, I won't. Now come here." I timidly stepped closer, still awkward from before. He rolled his eyes at me and despite being injured pulled me onto the bed to sit with his arms around me. He hasn't had a shirt on this entire time due to the doctors needing to constantly check his wound, so I just placed a hand on his chest while my head rested on his good shoulder. "So, tell me about while I was unconscious." He randomly said.
I snorted and asked, "Even though you were watching like the entire time?"
"Not all of it, I did have to look at memories and shit you know." Dylan chuckled.
"Okay, well uh.. You missed me being able to be a wolf and rip the fake Phillip apart. Theeenn.... uh.. bunch of other shit and dumbasses thinking they can talk to me all of a sudden. Um... I'm now a pro at.. uh.. uhh.... you know the appear wherever I want and stuff thing but you knew about that from the warning you gave me. What a fricken literal headache THAT was. Your dad is in jail without a penis anymore. I have a surprise for you. Aaaand turns out we have hospital food here, it's a piece of shit though..." I answered.
"Teleporting. What kind of surprise? And, do I want to know what happened?" He asked, amusement clear as always in his voice.
"Pf. You already fricken know, you watched me buy the art supplies and go to your house. Hell, the paint is still on my arms. And as for your dad nah probably not. Though I did say he could live till you woke up. And if the hurt anger isn't enough to be able to kill him, you know I will gladly end him for you with a huge smile on my face." I scoffed and answered, moving to look him in the eye. He just smiled at me, happiness shining in his beautiful honey brown eyes. Fuck I'm getting too mushy.. God damn. We sat staring into each others souls and slowly leaned in, my heart felt like it was jumping hurdles on a tightrope over the grand canyon. And from my hand being on his chest, and the help of the heart monitor, I knew his was doing the same. Eventually our eyes closed and our lips met, causing butterflies to explode all over the place. A while later we broke apart, breathing a little heavily and huge smiles hurting our faces.
"I have a surprise for you too, it's back at home though." Dylan said.
"Well when do you think you can leave?"
"Probably today if I take it easy, they helped heal me while I was out." He answered smiling softly. They probably weren't the only reason he healed so much, I could be wrong but me giving him some of my blood might've helped as well since, y'know, shapeshifter.
"Okay, long as you're sure you're not going to pass out again." I stated, earning his amused smile and chuckle. I helped him unhook everything before slowly getting him out of bed and on his feet, Roxie trying to help on the other side as he stood. I used my telekinesis thing to lock the door then teleported us to his room. I made him sit on his bed while he directed me on where my surprise was. I grabbed it, haven't looked at it yet, and sat beside him to look.
"Okay Quetzal you can look at it now." He said, sounding excited. I looked at the paper he made me grab and saw that it was a drawing of a girl with angel wings.
"Woah..... Since when could you fuckin draw though?" I said in amazement.
He chuckled and answered, "Since before meeting you, but I based that drawing off of you." Awwee....
"How long did it take to draw it?" I questioned as I admired his work.
"Mmm... Round half an hour or so." Wow, everyone else I know would probably take five times that long to do that. "Now what's my surprise?" He asked, curiosity emanating from him.
I sighed and walked over to the cover on the wall and looked at him, "Ta Da! Your surprise is a tarp hung on your wall!" I sarcastically exclaimed before sighing again and adding a little uneasily, "Ready? This is one of those embarrassing things I hide in my underwear drawer." He smiled and nodded excitedly, trying to pretend it didn't hurt. I gave him a look that warned him to not hurt himself then pulled the cover off to reveal my mural of our more recent memories.