Graham lived in an old Victorian style house, the moving boxes still packed up in the foyer as we walked in. I looked around and turned to him.

“Moving?” I asked.

“Done it,” he replied over his shoulder. “Would you like to come in?”

I nodded. “That would be nice.”

I followed him into the kitchen. I leaned against the counter while he rummaged through the refrigerator. He produced two cans of coke and threw one at me.

“Okay, so what now?” I asked, opening the can and taking a sip. “You said we lay low. What does that mean?”

“You stay here, for awhile, if you would like.” He shrugged. “I mean, where can you go? Back to an empty house? To a friends?”

I shifted uncomfortably and looked at him. “I don't have friends.”

He blinked. “How is that possible? You're a very interesting person.”

For the first time since we met, he wasn't insulting me. He was being genuine, kind. I only felt like he said what he did because I was a freak now.

“That's not true,” he told me, frowning. “You're not a freak. If you are, then what am I?”

“Freakier.” I smiled.

He smirked, advancing on me with the soda can. “Take that back,” he said, raising the can. “Or you're going to get a hair full of sticky, cold liquid.”

“No,” I said, sidestepping him.

Graham turned, reached out and touched my arm, a crooked smile in place. “You don't have to think everything. Some things are clear when they're painted on your face.”

I blushed, shook my head and said, “Do you get thoughts every time you're near someone?”

“No,” he said. “But, lets say the persons thoughts are screaming. That they're the only thing in their head, they're in front of everything else. Then, yes, I do.”

“What about me?” I asked hesitantly.

“You?” He chuckled. “Your thoughts are shouting, Vi. They're so loud. You might want to calm them, to actually voice them, before you kill me.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “So, how many people know what you can do?” I slid onto the counter top and crossed my legs.

“Two,” he replied. He finished his drink, crushed the can, and tossed it into the garbage.

“How did they react?” I wondered.

“Why don't you ask them?” he said. “They'll be here soon.”

It seemed like that was the magic word. All at once, the front door slammed and voices filled the room – a male and female. They appeared in front of me as I blinked.

The guy had beautiful wavy black hair and amber eyes. The girl was equally as attractive with blonde hair and when she looked at me with her violet eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

“She's pretty, Graham.”

“Vivian,” Graham said, gesturing to his friends. “This is-”

They stepped forward at the same time, extending their hands toward me.

“I'm Terry,” the guy said.

The girl gave me a once over and smiled brightly. “I'm Julia." As she slid her hand into mine, a spark shot through my entire body.

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