@Fraust
"I'll be alright… I mean, I'm not freezing half to death anymore, so I suppose that's good." Lucas rubbed his eyes, trying to get the stars to fade from his vision.
"I'll be alright… I mean, I'm not freezing half to death anymore, so I suppose that's good." Lucas rubbed his eyes, trying to get the stars to fade from his vision.
"Oh, hold on," she said, running back upstairs. She came down with his sketchbook. "I found this in your room." She handed it to him.
Lucas's face flushed as he took the sketchbook. "Oh! Um… y-you didn't happen to… look through it, did you?" He asked weakly, knowing full well what the answer was. Up until now, no one in the family had any clue that he actually liked art. It was sort of a secret hobby.
She nodded. "I'm sorry. I… I shouldn't have…"
"Don't worry about it… just… d-don't tell dad, will you?" Lucas glanced over at their father before making his way up to his room, clutching the railing so he wouldn't fall down the stairs.
Kaly nodded again and watched him go. A weight settled in her stomach as he moved out of sight.
Lucas sat down in the middle of his charred room once he got to it, looking around with a sigh. He was just overcome with a wave of guilt and fear. If he could burn an entire room in moments, could he hurt someone on accident with his powers? He clutched his singed sketchbook to his chest, brushing tears from his eyes and hiding his face.
//hey Kaly wanna go to the living room and stuffs ;P
Kaly shuffled into the living room, a closed off look on her face.
Bob was sitting in a chair, and he gestured for Kaly to sit on the couch. “Welcome to Therapy by Bob.”
Kaly sat heavily on the couch, crossing her arms and her legs. "I don't need therapy," she muttered.
“I mean, it’s not really therapy. More like “why in the whole wide world did you hide your boyfriend from your parents, lie, etc, etc,” Bob shrugged.
Kaly scowled at her knees. She wouldn't budge.
Bob crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve got all day.”
Kaly pursed her lips and said nothing.
Bob tapped his foot impatiently. “Wow. This is great. I’m really entertained. Five minutes, and your phone is gone for a month.”
"Dad!" Kaly complained.
“I’m just saying,” Bob shrugged. “You have—“ he checked his watch “— two minutes.”
"What do you want me to say?" Kaly scoffed.
“Anything. An explanation, perhaps. Maybe even a signed confession,” Bob said, sarcasm underlying his tone.
Kaly frowned. "He's my boyfriend. We kissed. That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do. What else do you want?"
“I want the reason why you decided that this needed to be a secret,” Bob said.
"We wanted time, okay?"
Bob sighed. “Honestly, I don’t care about the fact that you have a boyfriend. I care about the fact that you decided that it was a good idea to hide that from your parents.”
"We wanted time," she repeated.
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