A watched pot never boils but Jesse couldn't help himself. He wanted it to be official. He wanted his powers. It was killing him. What would it be? Maybe he would be able to fly. Maybe he'd be able to teleport or shape shift. Maybe he would be a firestarter or super strong. He felt like he was 11 again dreaming up the different possibilities.
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When he pulled back his lips were covered in her red lipstick but he didn't seem to care. "I feel like I've been waiting for this moment my whole life. I mean I dreamed about this when I was a kid. Getting the test was too expensive so I did what every kid did and hoped in middle school or high school something would trigger. I held out hope longer than my friends did. I couldn't be just another normal. I was different. I felt different. I was supposed to do something great. I just knew it but the power never came. High school was over and my grades were so so. College wasn't really an option without a lot of student loans so I joined the Army but I never stopped feeling like my moment was coming. This moment."
There was absolutely no reason he should pour out his whole life to this girl. They were cool but he was just a grunt. It's not like they did a lot of hanging out. He just had to get it out and he liked her. She was a down girl. Besides, it paid to be on the good side of the girl that could make him piss himself.
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"Congratulations?" She figured that if he'd been waiting for it, and it had finally come then maybe it was in need of that. "You can," she looked at her veg and then the burritos, "change dinner?" She didn't know what his power was, at all.
He was a nice kid, rather enthusiastic, didn't really hold back. She liked that -the only thing she never liked was repressed freaks with no sense to let go of emotions. Jesse wasn't repressed, so that was okay by her. "Guess you can stop waiting now."
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"Hold on. I'll try something else." He replied as he glanced around the room. What did he want to change? Maybe he should start with something small. It was a process, right? Rome wasn't built in a day. His eyes finally landed on his fork. Just a plain old cheapy stainless steel fork. Now what did he want to turn it into?
Jesse glanced at Sarah then smiled and focused on the fork again. Nothing happened for a good minute. No bending. No moving. It didn't so much as glimmer. Apparently, just thinking of the word wasn't going to work. Then he pictured it.
It was like he could actually see himself holding it. Some strange sort of hallucination before he could feel the metal shift in his hand. Slowly, the flat metal grew rounder. The cold metal grew softer, more like something alive. Then the color started to change, from the bottom moving up, from silver to green. Leaves started sprouting like little arms stretching out and by the time it reached the prongs the top literally blossomed into a picture perfect long stemmed rose. Red to match her lipstick.
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