I took a deep breath before knocking, sighing again as I waited while rubbing the back of my head. I don’t know why but I was super nervous, probably because I haven’t exactly seen Emma for a week now and I miss her, that was why I ca... well mainly because of my main purpose but surely she was my main focus point, she always is...no matter how I tried to tell myself that she might not see as I hoped, or she might never have feelings for and always see as a friend, in spite of that there was this strong stimulus I felt to her.
I knew for real it has to do with her magic, vortexes have a trait for that, attracting witches with powerful magic. I have never thought of myself as powerful but feeling this way was clearly a glimpse of my future, maybe I might be a badass.
I ntally chuckle in my head at the thought of it. But ntally I refuse to believe it was just that... I was eagerly convinced that it wasn’t just about magic attraction but the subdued feeling I had for her that kept growing no matter how much I didn’t want it to.
I tried to stop thinking about her but I couldn’t, I tried breaking her from my thoughts I can’t, I wanna be a good friend to her as best as I could... soone she would need and run to whenever she was scared, soone she needed to hold... but I don’t think that can happen, she always runs to Dace no matter what. And I was determined to change that, that was my new goal for this year, making sure I beco a friend she can lean on.
I’m still trying to grasp the reality that Emma will never have romantic feelings for , it hurts but I guess I can only be a friend to her. I rembered the ti I tried to force my feelings on her, but that did not work at all and she ended up forcing herself too... when I kissed her after the emotional connection with my mom, she said nothing about my approach and that was what egged on to kiss her again and I shut my brain thinking she wants it as much as I did but I was wrong.
I was always wrong when it ca to my feelings for Emma, if my feelings hurt her then I chose to bury them and sacrifice them for her, as long as she can still run to , I don’t think I can bear the fact of her hating , that will kill . I was usually the guy who didn’t let feelings hurt as much as I wanted. I was ntally convinced I could control them and wield them as I pleased and not fall a slave to them, but I was wrong.
My feelings for Emma taught to look at it from a whole different perspective, I got to reconnect with my mom and make ease with my pain because of Emma, I got to experience strong emotions because of Emma, it was all because of her, ever since I t her in class and felt that spark, I knew that mont she ca into my life and changed it.
A smile ford on my lips at that re thought. That was when I finally heard footsteps, I was too lost in my head without hearing it the first ti. I quickly straightened up and adjusted my jacket and rubbed the back of my neck, a nervous habit of mine.
My heart almost leaped when the door opened and hoping to see a petite figure with short strawberry-curly blond hair and beautiful green eyes that got morized... but well I did et with green eyes but not the one I was hoping for, the owner of this one had a tall stature the sa height as and broad fra with damp hair and a towel on his head like he just ca out of a shower, at least he has his shirt on and shorts.
I blinked. "Grayson?"
"Owen... right?" he said.
"Yeah," I mouthed. Grayson and I haven’t exactly seen each other since the Manticore incident. He must have had a hard ti rembering my na, well we did see each other at the makeup exam but not like we talked. After all, we’re all victims of missing final exams, it was a very very awkward hall.
"You live here now?" I asked, I surely wasn’t expecting that, but it is a good thing though.
"Yeah moved in two days ago"
I nodded. "Um, I’m here to see Emma, is she in?"
"Yeah sure", he gave way for and I ca into the house and he shut the door behind . "She’s in the kitchen"
"What?!" I faced him like he had two heads. "Emma in the kitchen?"
Grayson narrowed his eyes, seeming lost. "Yeah, why?"
Suddenly we heard a loud squeak followed by a loud sound. At this point, I did not know who was fast in action either or Grayson, but he surely had stamina, he was once behind but suddenly he was leading the way in our little dash toward the kitchen.
"Emma!" I heard his panicky voice as we both ca to a stop.
"Oh shit!" I exclaid seeing the fire from the pan.
"Fuck!" Grayson acted fast and pulled the fire extinguisher from the corner and went full firefighter on the fla and Emma hid behind Grayson.
"Are you trying to burn the house down?" he said to her after the fire ca off.
"I was cooking not trying to burn the house" she rolled her eyes.
"That is why I asked more than once when you said Emma was in the kitchen"
They both faced in unison. "Owen," Emma said with wide eyes.
"Emma can’t cook" I confessed her secret well it literally wasn’t a secret anymore after what she just pulled off.
She shot a glare and I chuckled because the look was cute on her face.
"What? You can’t? And you said nothing?"
She shrugged with an innocent look. "Well Vanessa didn’t leave anything in the fridge and you are tired and hungry from all the work setting up your room so I thought I would cook lunch"
"We would have just eaten out," he said like it was no big deal.
"Just one word" they faced again like their mind and body worked the sa way and the action caused to see the undying resemblance I never noticed until now. If Grayson had strawberry blond hair and not gold-brown hair I think they would have been sowhat identical.
A smirk found my lips as I finished my words. "Emma and fire do not go one-on-one"
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