"Morning," Evan waves lazily from the kitchen, hovering a few inches above his chair while digging into a bowl of Reese's Puffs with milk.

"Morning," I mumble back, half asleep, wandering to the fridge for milk for my own cereal.

"Let's promise we never do what we did yesterday again," Harry mutters through a mouthful of cereal, crumbs sticking to the corners of his lips.

"Agreed!" Meghan, Evan, and I say in perfect unison. Meghan sits quietly in the corner, chowing down scrambled eggs and turkey bacon she whipped up from what I'm convinced is a black hole disguised as our fridge—but it smells good, and right now, that's all that matters.

My stomach growls. Part of me wants to ditch the cereal for eggs, but instead, I grab a bowl and pour the sugar-coated Rice Crispies like a champ. Milk sloshes around, and I dig in, the sweetness grounding me.

"What freak accident gave us superpowers, anyway?" Harry asks, looking half-dazed.

"Dunno," I mutter through a mouthful, smacking my lips as I chew. Memories of the desert flash through my mind, too chaotic and disjointed to piece together.

"Hey," Evan taps his spoon against his bowl. "Why wasn't Meghan affected?"

"Dunno," I shrug, pausing mid-chew. "Maybe our powers are... special." I raise my brows at her, wiggling them playfully. She giggles.

"Trying to turn me on? Because it's working," she teases, licking the salt off her turkey bacon.

I stare for a second longer than I should, imagining all the ways I could—then my brother Oliver slides into the corner chair, smacking it like he owns the place.

"Uh, nope," I say, popping another spoonful of cereal. "Just trying to get your attention, babe."

"Have you... uh," he clears his throat, picking a banana off the table, "...told Torre about your powers yet?"

I glance at my phone, still buzzing quietly from the morning notifications I'd finally silenced. "I'm sure she knows. This is all over TikTok right now."

"Still," he shrugs, "you might wanna tell her once she wakes up."

I nearly choke on my cereal. "She's here?"

"Yeah," he says, clearly over my freak-out. "Slept over last night. Not that you'd notice in your cereal coma."

I scratch the back of my neck, feeling the spoon in my hand. "Did you guys, uh—"

"Yep," he interrupts, smacking his lips. "It's not like you and Meghan didn't get it on last night. I mean... I'd probably do the same if I had powers like yours. You're practically a god."

Evan snorts. "Not gods. Just weirdos with superpowers."

"Truth," Meghan adds, smacking hands with Oliver.

"So... what now? Testing our powers?" Harry asks, shoving another spoonful of milk and cereal down like it's fuel for battle.

I swallow and nod. "Mmkay." Inside, though, I feel the weight. Testing powers without someone experienced feels reckless, but the news keeps flashing: people are robbing stores, going nuts. If we don't try, who will?

"Why don't we start with something small... something that won't destroy the city," I suggest cautiously.

"Where's the fun in that?" Evan teases, finishing his cereal in one sloppy gulp.

"Responsible," Meghan snaps, collecting all the bowls and putting them in the sink. "You should try it sometime."

Torre strolls in from the hallway, pecking Oliver on the lips before settling at the table. "Morning, everyone!" Her grin is bright, bushy-tailed, ready to pounce with commentary.

"Morning, Torre," Evan and I say together, eyes on her as she pulls out her phone.

"How was everyone's night?" She asks, tilting her head.

"Interesting," Harry mutters, half-staring at her like she's a snack he wants to steal.

"I heard something about testing powers today. Are we doing that? Need someone to vlog?" Her eyes flit to me.

Uh-oh. She definitely knows. I glance at Oliver; he shrugs, smirking. "Yeah... that's kind of our thing. You know... YouTubers documenting chaos."

Oliver snorts. "Exciting? More like terrifying. And now you've got a target on your back from a guy who wants to kill you."

"He won't make a dent in my skin," Harry mutters, rolling his eyes.

"Well, I'm very scared," I admit, shaking my head.

"You're always a chicken," Evan laughs, eyeing the last piece of turkey bacon on the table.

Meghan smirks. "Please. Take it."

"I am not a chicken," I argue, although, honestly... yesterday had proven otherwise.

"Weren't you the one who voted we don't go after that dumbass yesterday?" Harry teases, and I groan, rubbing my temples as memories of disaster replay in my head.

"So... testing powers or not?" Harry presses.

"I want to watch," Oliver adds.

"I want to record it," Torre says, winking before leaning in for another peck on Oliver's lips.

"Fine," I say, taking charge. "Just this once."

Evan huffs. "Famous last words. Let's hit the road—I don't want fans messing up my bench press," he smirks at Meghan, who rolls her eyes.

All six of us pile upstairs to get ready, silent except for the occasional clatter of sneakers, zippers, and snorts. Excitement hums through the air, a current I can't ignore. This is it. The day we test powers without crashing a car—or ourselves.