Chapter Ten:
Mr. Miyagi and Mcgonagall
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"If you could be a house, what kind of house would you be?" Primrose asked as she handed Stanley a polished bowling ball. "I'd be a cottage deep, deep, deep in the forest.. I'd have a stream rushing nearby and more trees than you could count on both hands and feet in the front yard. I'd look like a fairy lived there, and there would be the most beautiful crystals everywhere."

Stanley smiled to himself, listening intently as Primrose continued to ramble about what kind of cottage she would be while she helped polish the bowling balls.

"I'd be an apartment in the city." Stanley said, smiling down at her as she held the bowling bowl close to her body, stuggling to get a dirt smudge off. "You know, you really don't have to help me.."

Primrose shruggrd, brushing fly away hairs from her eyes as she looked up from the bowling ball to meet his eyes, "I know.. But I like spending time with you, my handsome Stanley."

Pink dusted Stanley's cheeks as he watched her neatly fold the polish covered rag and place it beside her. He watched as she reached behind her head and tightened her ponytail before letting her body fall onto the ground. Stanley smiled, looking down at his feet sheepishly, "I-I like hanging out with you, too.."

"Really?" Primrose grinned, excitedly sitting up again. Stanley nodded, leaning over and picking the bowling ball up from her lap.

Primrose smiled sheepishly, looking down at her now empty lap as Stanley placed the bowling ball on the rack. "So, I was thinking-"

The sound of the bowling alley's door opening and closing caused Stanley's smile to falter and his sentence to be cut short. "Sorry, we're closed."

"Was hoping you might make an exception?" Syd said slowly. By the tone in her voice, Primrose could tell that she was anxious.

"That depends.. Prim, what do you think?" Primrose shrugged, spinning on the floor and leaning her back against the rack. "Are you a good bowler?"

"She tries.." Primrose shrugged, drumming her fingers against the floor.

Syd cleared her throat, dropping her hands. "N-No.."

"Then what are you doin' here?" Stanley rose his eyebrows, shaking his head.

"Gotta.. uh, try to make lasagna.." She said awkwardly, nervously locking eyes with Primrose.

Prinrose knitted her eyebrows together, looking up at Stanley. "Uh-"

"That sounds vaguely sexual." Stanley chuckled, leaning on the table and looking down at Primrose. Primrose's face reddened and she looked towards the torn tights she wore on her knees. Her tights were torn because she'd taken Stanley on another late night adventure as he dubbed it to find a special rock for each other. She found two, and gave one to Stanley and one to Syd. The one she'd given him now rested beside his bed, not that she knew that or would know that. Little did he know, she kept it on her window sill above her bed.

"Okay.." Stanley shrugged, tearing his eyes from Primrose's. "Okay."

Sydney awkwardly rocked on her feet, "I thought.. I thought maybe I could hear some of those dumb theories of yours."

A smile found it's way onto his face and he leaned down and pulled Primrose up by her hand. "Okay!"

"Woah!" Primrose giggled, stumbling behind him as he pulled her along with him. Syd awkwardly looked around the empty bowling alley before seating herself on an empty wooden bench.

The sound of Primrose's distinct laughter filled her ears, causing a small smile to form on Syd's face.

Prinrose frowned after she caught sight of Stanley's eye. Placing the comic books beside her, she looked up at Stanley and slowly reached her hand up, brushing her thumb against the soft bruised skin under his eye. Stanley winced, his lips parting as he looked down at the now teary eyed girl. "Prim?"

"I-I can tell my dad! And.. and we can get him out of there so you can be safe." Primrose offered, slowly retreating her hand from his face. Stanley slowly shook his head, causing Primrose to sigh and blink away the tears. "Then you can come stay with me while he's here."

Stanley shook his head again, taking her hand into his and examining her face. "It's okay, Prim. I'm okay. Really."

Primrose sighed, pulling her hand from his and leaning her head against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his torso. "I'll leave my window open for you."

"You're the best person I've ever met." Stanley murmed, holding the girl tightly as the lights began to flicker above them.

Minutes later, both Primrose and Stanley returned with their arms full of comic books. Syd grimaced, watching as the pair dropped the books on the bench. "When you said.. research.. I thought you meant actual research."

Primrose giggled, seating herself on the bench beside where Stanley stood. "My dear Sydney, you know better than that."

Stanley pursed his lips, gesturing wildly to the books spread out on the bench. "Okay, so the people that wrotr these things.. Do you think they kist came up with these characters and their powers out of thin air?"

"Yes." Syd shrugged nonchalantly.

Primrose shook her head quickly, "Even I wouldn't be able to come up with things like that."

"Exactly! Or is it possible they just researched carefully and grounded tyese superhero abilities in mocern science and parapsychology?"

"No, it's not possible. Not at all." Syd scoffed, turning her eyes to Primrose, "You're buying into this shit?"

"The universe is vast, my dear Sydney. Vast, ever growing and ancient. We can never really be sure if we're alone, let alone if we don't all have these super powers that we just haven't figured out how to tap into yet." Primrose explained dreamily, "The world is full of unknowns, the unknown of the human capability is just another sentence on the list. Who knows what we could be capable of.. if we could only figure out how. Like I said before, the universe is ancient.. and vast.. How do we know we're the only ones here? We don't.. There could be hundreds of other planets with inhabitants who have abilities like these."

Stanley watched the girl with awe as she rambled on about how superpowers could be proven by science to Sydney.

Primrose took the comic book from Stanley's hand, her heart skipping a beat when their fingers brushed. "There's no way we can know for sure, one hundred percent sure, that these writers didn't have the same exact abilities that their 'characters' and you have. My dear Sydney, there's an entire universe of unending possibilities that we can't even fathom."

"There's no way." Syd scoffed, crossing her arms. "Absolutely no way."

Stanley huffed, "Okay. You're right. The people who wrote these were probably eating acid like candy. But the point is.. they know superpowers."

"I think superpowers are real." Primrose murmered, stretching out her feet as Stanley sat beside her quickly. 

"So each of these comics features an unknown visitor." Stanley explained, flipping to a page and showing Syd as an example. "A professor, a wise old sage, some form of a mentor figure.. You know, who visits the hero, explains their abilities and the mythology behind them.. and how they can harness the powers for good."

"Like the Godfather." Primrose nodded, pursing her lips.

"Have.. Have you seen that movie?" Stanley asked slowly, glancing at Syd.

"No." Primrose shook her head, "Haven't seen that movie."

"Well, what's your point?" Syd titled her head.

"Has anyone like this ever visited you?"

"Or anyone like the Godfather?"

Syd stayed silent, causing Primrose and Stanley to share a look before he handed her the comic book he held. "Okay, totally fine. Totally fine. Maybe we'll just be your mentore figures."

Syd gave them a look causing Primrose to sigh and shake her head. Stanley leaned back, handing Primrose's the comic book. "Or not! I mean, sometimes, it's a rite of passage thing. There's always an origin."

"Your origin story is only in the beginning, my dear Sydney. Just you wait, things will mellow out." Primrose smiled, her eyes focused on Stanley as she subtly directed the sentence towards him as well.

"Okay, so have you experienced any of the following.. Spiderbite?"

"No.."

"Glorbanog visitation.. or feastation and/or has it inhabited your body?"

"What the fuck? No."

"Got it. Radioactive goo?" Stanley handed Primrose another comic book.

"No."

"Alien gemstones?"

"No." Sydney's voice began to grow annoyed.

"Secret military experiment, by chance?"

"No."

"Bionic limb transplant?"

Primrose giggled, covering her mouth with the sleeve of Stanley's sweater that he was letter her borrow. "It could be hereditary."

"Right! Okay, what about your parents?"

"What about 'em?"

"Like Prim said, it could be hereditary. Sometimes a person inherits their abilities." Stanley explained briefly.

"The only thing I inherited was my pasty skin and my bubbly personality." Syd said, sending a sarcastic smile their way.

"I love your personality."

Stanley chuckled, "And the thigh zits."

Syd's smile fell and her eyes narrowed into a glare.

"Oh! Too soon. I thought those were fair game, sorry." Stanley apologized, trying to hold back his laugh.

Syd scoffed, abruptly standing up. "God! This is a waste of time."

"Nothing's ever a waste of time, my dear Sydney."

"Okay, look, all right. All right, okay, look.. I'm the first to call out how shitty this town is. And my life.. it ain't great, Syd."

"Yeah, I noticed." Syd pointed at his eye. A flash of hurt spread across Stanley's face before he cleared his throat.

"Okay, but.. But you have something special.. and you're here right now because you wanna try to understand it." Stanley clapped his hands together, "And that's a big first step, okay?"

"We're so proud of you." Primrose nodded. "So proud."

"And we know this, because we are your mentor figures." Stanley gestured between Primrose and himself as she nodded in agreement.

"Okay, Mr. Miyagi and Mcgonagall, then, tell me, what's the second step?"

"Control." Primrose grinned, looking up at Stanley. "I'll get my mixtape."

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{ A/n: i love them }

{ Edited: No }