When I was almost finished eating, I saw someone watching me from the other side of the river. He was in the fountain and partially hidden. Something about him drew my attention. I had an overwhelming need to talk to him. Part of it was driven by the need to know why he was watching me so intently, the other part I couldn’t explain. I finished the last few bites of pizza and tossed the container in one of the trash bins. I walked back over to Saginaw St., and across the river. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. I carefully made my way down to the concrete fountains and falls.
He was tall and lean. He had short, rumpled, light brown hair,
and amazing deep blue eyes, which further showed off his handsome face. He was
wearing black dress slacks and a cream button up dress shirt, but he was
barefoot in a fountain…watching me.
“Aren’t you afraid you’re going to mess up your pants?” Yep,
that was the first thing out of my mouth. Wonderful.
He slowly raked his eyes up my body. Black skateboard shoes,
long legs, covered only by cut off denim shorts, with a band t-shirt that was
slightly too big. He took in every detail of my face, studying me like there
was going to be a test later. He was silent for so long I was starting to get
uncomfortable.
“Not in particular. I can always change my pants,” he said with
a grin.
“Harley,” I breathed. His voice struck a chord in me. I couldn’t
help but to smile back at him.
“Onyx. It’s nice to meet you.”
When he shook my hand I felt a spark and flinched slightly. I
can read thoughts, but only through physical contact. I had hoped to figure out
why he was watching me. For some reason I couldn’t. That had never happened
before. Interesting.
In a secret world of elemental control, I was in my own secret
corner. Hayden is the only other person that has my particular talent that I
know of. We try to keep it under tight wraps; we don’t want people trying to
use us, even in our own community of Elementals. Hayden and I had learned that
the two of us, if we focus really hard, can send thoughts back and forth
without having to touch or be close together for that matter. We tried sending
them to other people but that didn’t work.
“So, Onyx, why are you standing in the middle of a fountain, with
pants on no less?” No one can say I’m not direct.
“Just thought I would enjoy the view. Besides, the water is
cold; I thought it would be nice to cool off for a few minutes,” his grin was
wide as ever.
“It is beautiful here,” I said. “I used to play here as a kid.”
“I wasn’t talking about the park, my dear.”
With that he turned and walked away, vaulting out of the
fountain with more grace than a cat. I stood there for a moment stunned at the
abruptness of his departure.
“Wait!” I yelled as I started to run after him.
I took three steps before my foot slipped. I tumbled out of the
fountain and into the river. When I came up to the surface I saw him standing
on top of the concrete bank chuckling.
“You could come help me, you know.”
“Ah, but that might mess up my pants.”
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