Have you ever had something that isn't visible to the world but is part of you? Maybe that's me.
He felt a shadow pass before his hand as he moved the plies. It was golden just as the one he saw earlier. His touch. Smooth yet strong. His handsome appearance came to him.
"Nice!" Tiw called as the last wire snapped off.
"Let's go." He stated ignoring him as they all went outside. He wasn't much of a touchable person but with the guy earlier he felt comfortable in an odd way. Maybe relaxing.
Then Tiw touched him. A grey shadow appeared to him. He shrugged off.
"What?" He asked as they walked across the trees. The road was now in sight.
"Nothing you just look absent minded." He responded, holding on tight. Now his power seemed to be stronger.
"It's me. But touch policy." He stated as Tiw let go.
"Have you seen it yet?"
"What?" He asked Kevin as they arrived at the road. Then some old truck came to them and stopped.
"Want me to miss the fun?" A voice came from inside it. Then the windows were lowered. It was Mick.
"Fuck!" Charlie said astonished.
"What? Get in." Mick said as the five followed suit. They story told and moments later they were at the city.
"Thanks for the ride." Nick said as Tiw blinked his eye at Tin.
"I give you three hours." Mick stated as they all went on their own direction.
Nice walked behind them all. His thoughts were all rounded. Yes he could see people's spirits but why was his golden? Why was it much stronger than his own? The question made everything different in him. The girl's spirit is after him. They skipped across some barbed wire and soon the place was ahead of them.
"Nice get us in." Kevin stated as he turned to him.
"He isn't here." Tiw responded as he waved his hand before him. No response. Even a blink.
"Vin!" Charlie stated chasing him from his dream world.
"Fuck don't call me that." Nice responded as he looked at the lock.
"This is the national breweries?"
"Yeah. Best place for tones of free beer." Kevin stated as he rejoiced. Nice studied the lock as some other grey spirit appeared beside him. It did everything and all he had to do was follow the action. Seconds later it clicked open.
"Guys only one person goes in." Nice said. Once they opened the door the spirit rushed in and he saw it being shuttered by some laser.
"Why?"
"This is the damn national breweries guys, there are booby traps in there waiting to capture even a mosquito."
"I'm huge." Nick said in his offence.
"You just smashed everything before you asked me to solve this complicated thing." Nice responded. Then footsteps were heard as they all decided to rush in. Charlie's heartbeat could be heard. Nick took a deep breath as nice used a bolt in Tiw's bag to hit the light area. The lasers were visible. Nick slowly squeezed himself in several positions before getting to the prestigious drinks.
"Do I throw them back or..." He said once there.
"Shut it!" Kevin stated. The guys behind the doot were at were speaking.
"Kevin hold my hand." Nice stated as he separated his spirit from his body. He held the body and nodded to the green spirit. The 'guy' walked out. There were five guards. He touched one as he begun some old play. It wasn't the first time he did this to Kevin. His spirit was strong and ambitious. Not like that of a normal human. Minutes later after causing chaos he was back. Nick had already picked about twenty bottles of the most expensive beer.
"You refused my touch but let him hold on to you."
"His spirit is stronger." Nice responded as they stood there at the truck. They still had about an hour to go. The dark spirit that always followed him now wasn't there. Everything was odd.
"La la la lala" Tiw immitated, annoyed.
"Stop being a kid."
"I'm below eighteen of course I am." He responded annoyed.
"Let's go see the city." Kevin stated as he begun walking. Nice stood.
"Go without me. I'll be okay."
"The spirit."
"Don't worry. I'll be fine." He stated as they all walked. Tiw was still furious but decided to stay.
"Want to do the ritual?" He asked.
"Maybe but since you are here I can't." He responded as he sat at the trunk with the bottles of beer beside him. He picked his phone.
"Tay, the party won't be tonight. Boss is coming tomorrow so inform the rest." He typed then in a foetal position he squeezed himself.
"Nice, I'm sorry. I just want to feel important to you." He stated after some thinking.
"You already are. It isn't my fault your spirit is normal." He said calmly.
"At times I wish I could endure much as you." He stated as his weak spirit hugged him.
"That gives me chills." Nice stated once Tiw let go.
"The chills"
"Fuck you dirty minded freak. Tomorrow I'll find someone for my first kiss."
"If I get the king I'll ensure you get placed." He responded smiling. He used to love him. Then. Before he built walls round himself.
"Why did you go to him?" Madrigal asked. Dylan was in the middle of his painting.
"I don't know."
"Your actions speak louder than words."
"I just felt ...pity..." He stated in an awkward manner.
"Pity on him or on the heart that keeps throbbing whenever you see him."
"It doesn't."
"Why have you been avoiding him plus the pity part, it's a lie. You never have compassion."
"Okay I just felt like seeing him."
"Daily and in hiding?"
"What do you want to hear?" He asked, irony intertwined.
"Just go for your camera if you wish to see him again."
"GGP."
"Yes, your parents are coming tomorrow."
"Wait what?"
"Yeah. Apparently you've been hunging up and of course not been speaking to Feliz so..."
"Ha! They are worried?" He asked as he went back to his painting. He was drawing the horizon during a rainy day.
"Apperantly no. They want you to write a will."
"To St Michaels?"
"If you wish. I just wanted to help people that's why I made that place."
"Ooh you helped people but people think your GGS is insane. Let's talk about how you help me with that instead!"
"Then explain yourself."
"No one believes you exist." He responded and wore his headphones. He needed no more arguments. He was human. He had feelings. Now anger was coming.