Lochinvyrr: Part Five

Little weird to want to meet a girl down alone in a parking garage,” Acadia said, announcing her presence as she walked up behind Chris, arms crossed.

            “I said I wanted to show you something,” he reminded her. “It’s kind of hard to believe, though, so keep an open mind.”

            She watched him with one eyebrow raised, waiting.

            “So I was working on my truck this afternoon, and I couldn’t find anything wrong with it. I checked everything. And then I realized that the only time it didn’t work was when you were with it,” he explained, watching her guarded expression.

            “So you’re saying that I did something to your truck, then fixed it before you got home?” she asked. “Doesn’t that seem a bit far fetched?”

            Chris nodded. “It does. Which is why it doesn’t make sense. And that’s not all. When I was waxing her down, I found these,” he said as he pointed to a series of small dents in the bumper.

            Acadia stepped closer and looked. They were her handprints from when she moved the truck away from her jeep. “So?” she asked, masking guilt with a yawn.

            “So I know you did that, Cadie,” he answered. “Don’t try to lie your way out of it, I watched you move my truck this morning,” he said quickly, cutting her off. “I know you’re not like other people.”

            She stared at him. “Okay, you’re crazy. I’m going back upstairs,” she said as she turned and started heading toward the elevator.

            Chris grabbed her wrist and pulled her back with surprising strength. “Cadie, don’t lie to me. I know you’re not normal. You can trust me.” His blue eyes bored into hers.

            She stared at him, weighing her options. “I admit nothing. And even if I was strong enough to do that, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave behind evidence of it.”

            “But you did,” he reminded her gently. “And besides, I saw you fly to your car this morning, too.”

            “Do you have nothing better to do than watch me?” she asked with a glare as she ripped her arm away from his grip.

            “I’m like you,” he said softly.

            She froze. “What?”

            “I’m basically a superhuman,” he sheepishly told her. “I could hear your music from across the garage, even though you had it on the lowest volume. It was Mozart. Third Symphony, right?” he asked. “I’m just asking you to trust me,” he said softly.

            She watched him watching her reaction, then exhaled slowly. “I’m not normal,” she conceded. “Congratulations, you found someone else like you. Now what?” she asked, hands on her hips.

            “I want you to meet my family,” he told her.

            She tilted her head. “Isn’t it a bit early for the whole ‘meet the parents’ thing? You haven’t even taken me on a date yet,” she said mockingly.

            Chris rolled his eyes. “My sister can do things, too. And my parents can, too. Well, at least dad can. Mom is just really accepting of the whole thing.”

            “And what do you hope to gain by this?” she inquired.

            “Knowledge that we’re not alone. And that there’s someone else out there besides my family that understands and isn’t going to treat me like a freak,” he answered, extending his hand toward her.

            Acadia looked between him and his hand.

            “It’s not going to bite,” he said with a smirk.

            She stuck her tongue out at him and took his hand. “So now we go and meet the family?” she asked.

            He nodded. “They’ll be happy to meet you.”

The End

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