Emilee

I woke up slowly, refusing to open my eyes until I was positive I wasn’t dreaming. Max groaned from beside me, and although that didn’t help with my verdict, I could feel his breath on my face. I so desperately hoped I hadn’t dreamt that. If I had, would it have been a dream or a nightmare? All I could remember was something to do with Craig, and then all was pain. I opened my eyes to find I was in Max’s bedroom. How was I here? I guess Max carried me back. He hadn’t killed me after all. I looked across at Max and smiled. He looked gorgeous sleeping. I could watch him sleeping forever now...

“Mmm,” he groaned softly. I kissed him lightly on the lips. “Ohh, good morning love,” he said, sounding a little shocked.

“Morning Max,” I whispered. He opened his eyes and pulled me closer towards his body. “Whoa Max, you’re so warm!” I said, hugging him a little tighter.

“Actually, you’re just so cold,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose.

“Whatever, it still works,” I said, smiling across at him. He smiled back.

“I’m dying to know your magic Emilee,” he whispered. It took me a while to get what he was on about.

“Ohh!” I jumped up outta bed. “How do I find out?” I asked. He laughed at me.

“Whenever it first happens,” he replied. “Do you feel any different?” I shook my head, disappointed. “Aww, come back here,” he cooed. I crawled back beside him in bed.

“I bet it’s something lame,” I said. “I bet I can now tell the time on demand or something...”

“Well at least that’s sorta useful. It’s more useful than mine. I find myself stuck wanting to read the mind of the only one I can’t...” He kissed my nose again as we lay in silence.

“My parents are so angry with me,” I said softly. “They must think I snuck out or something.” Max furrowed his eyebrows.

“How...how did you know that?” he asked slowly.

“I don’t know. I just do...” I replied, confused with myself.

“How am I feeling?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Tired?” I replied. He smiled wide and kissed me.

“I think you’ve discovered your power Emilee,” he said. “You can tell what someone is feeling, so it seems.”

“Ohh wow!” This could come in handy from time to time. I snuggled into Max’s chest. “I love you. Thank you Max. Now we’ll be together forever.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I love you too honey.” I decided I’d try to fall back to sleep to let Max get some more. I soon heard him snoring softly, yet still couldn’t sleep. I was just so...thirsty. I thought I’d be dreading the idea of hunting for food, but right now it seemed like an awesome idea. Luckily, Max’s embrace was comfortable enough to allow me to put up with the urge for a few hours.

“Max,” I whispered. “Max, can you wake up?” I wiggled around a little in hope to wake him. Something was wrong.

“Hmm?” he mumbled, trying to open his eyes.

“Max, Craig is getting angry. Really really angry,” I said. He snapped straight up in bed.

“Ohh...” he said after a few moments. “Don’t worry sweetie. He’s just lost his phone, that’s all.” I giggled.

“He gets that angry over a phone?” I asked.

“Apparently so.” he replied. “I can’t see anything else he’d be angry about - oh...”

“Ohh? Ohh what?” Max got up.

“I’m supposed to be at band practice...half an hour ago. He was finding his phone to call me...”

“But he can’t call you so...”

“Well, let’s hope he calms down before he gets here.” I bit my lip. Craig wasn’t calming down any time soon. The look on Max’s face told me that he knew that too.

“What happens if he doesn’t?” I asked. “Is he always this angry?”

“Remember a few months ago, after you’d met the gang, and I said I’d had an issue with Craig?” I nodded, vaguely remembering it. “Well that issue was him wanting to uhh...kinda kill you. It was sorta like last night. He just yelled at me. We shoved a little. He’s always worried you’ll get in the way of the band.”

“I kinda am,” I said softly.

“Honey, I was skipping band practice before I met you. I just...forget.” He pulled me up and hugged me. “Stay here, okay? He’s here...” I nodded. Max kissed me quickly before leaving me, closing the door behind him.