I showed up at the Cup o' Caffeination, aka the coffee shop.

And...Jack wasn't there.

Hmm. I wouldn't be surprised.

I sat down at a table. No one sat at the tables adjacent to me. And if they were already sitting, they moved.

Just then, Jack walked through the door, emerald eyes shining. He saw me and waved. Then he sat across from me. 

I could already hear the new gossip.

Is the new boy sitting with the freak?

Yeah, he must be delusional.

Probably. Or maybe he doesn't know better.

Poor boy! Next thing you know, he'll be burned to a crisp!

Fried!

Baked alive!

If Jack noticed the statements, he didn't show it.

"So...you wanted to know what some words meant?" He asked.

Oh. My. Gosh. Is he talking to her?

Does he have a death wish?

"Yeah. So, explain to me what kindness is. I don't really get it," I said to him, smiling.

Is she smiling?

They talk like old friends.

Maybe they are.

Yeah, remember when she disappeared for a few months? She could've gone to boarding school and somehow made a friend before getting kicked out.

Who says she got kicked out? Maybe she cooked the principal alive and went back home.

Maybe she threatened one of the staff to let her out.

"Kindness? That's a hard one. Um...you know what nice is, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"Well it's basically a synonym for nice."

"Cinnamon?"

"No, syn-o-nym. It means when a word means the same thing."

"Oh...okay."

They really do talk like they've known each other forever!

Maybe the girl is an orphan, and her parents adopted her before they knew what she could do, and the boy was at the same orphanage.

You're really dark, Megan. You know that?

I know. But just saying.

True, true.

"So then...what would be a cinnamon for...um..." I looked around. "Chair?"

"One, it could be seat, I guess. Two, it's synonym. Say it with me. Syn-o-nym."

I grinned. "I'm still calling it cinnamon."

He sighed. "Maybe you should, just call me cinnamon."

"Ohhhh... that's a good idea! Thanks,  Cinnamon!"

He groaned. I laughed.

Seriously, laughing like old friends! I'm telling you, they know each other!

Maybe.

Possibly.

Most likely.

Definitely.

€3     €3     €3

I walked home from the Cup o' Caffeination with a huge smile on my face.

And that was my mistake.

"WHY ARE YOU SMILING, YOU LITTLE FREAK!?!? GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!" My  mother shouted the moment I entered the house.

So I trudged up to my room.

And after a few minutes, my imagination entered the chat.

So I started to draw.

I drew the coffee shop.

I drew the old ladies who were gossiping.

And, yes, I drew Jack.

I drew the sky and it's unlimited-ness.

I drew the birds and their freedom.

But most of all, I drew the ocean.

Kind of ironic, don't you think?

A person with fire powers, loving the water.

But I can't help it.

I only saw the ocean once in person. And I fell in love.

The waves.

The sand.

The frothy foam.

But this time, as I let my pencil glide over the paper, I drew Jack and I, walking along the shoreline, laughing just as we had earlier.

I stared at my paper, willing it to morph into something. A scene.

And it did. So I dove into my mind and watched.

Jack and I, walking, talking, laughing on the beach. Hand in hand. He playfully pushed me. I lightly smacked his arm. We kept laughing.

Then the mood of the whole thing changed. The world became dark. The waves, which used to be calm, were now giant, licking the sand halfway up the beach.

And something emerged from the distance.

A face.

Someone.

I couldn't make out the details.

But the face looked oh so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.

Then, a tapping at my window interrupted my daydreaming.

I opened my eyes to find Jack, perched on the windowsill, looking at me with intense eyes,

I quickly and silently opened the glass and let him in.

And he started to explain.

...no more story for u!

For now.

I just wanna say, I'm not srry at all for the cliffhanger.

And I never will be

Cya'll laters!