You Don't Need Superpowers

“Uh, Logan, you have a house or something, right?” I asked.

“Nope!”

“Well, I suppose you can have my old bedroom,” I said.

“Cool, but where would you sleep?”

“In the same bed as Gustav, of course,”

“As long as you don’t do the premarital sex thing,” he laughed.

“Too late,” I said with an impish grin.

“You scare me. Seriously.”

“Hey, Logan- right? Tell your pants that it’s rude to point,” Georg said, walking back over to us. Logan looked down at his pants and laughed. He reached into his pants. I covered my eyes, and he threw something at my head.

“EWEWEWEWEWWWWWWWW!!” I screamed.

“It was socks.” He said.

“Yeah, but they were in your pants! And I, my friend, have odor issues!”

“Haha, sorry,” he laughed.

“Uh, baby, you want to help me bring my stuff to your room?” I asked Gustav.

“You can’t do it yourself?”

“No.” He laughed and followed me up the stairs. I walked into my old room and grabbed a box.

“I’m sorry,” he said, as he grabbed a box that was heavier.

“Sorry about what?” I asked.

“Leaving you. I’m gonna miss you. Really bad.”

“It’s okay! I’ll be fine, really.”

“But… but I won’t.” He dropped the box on the bed and sat next to it, burying his face in his hands.

“Baby, if anything, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I couldn’t come with. I’ll start with the wedding planning?”

“I wanted to do that with you, though.”

“Then I won’t do it without you.”

“But what are you going to do?”

“Torture innocent teenagers.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” he still looked sad. I wished there was something that I could do. But there wasn’t. I had to stay and take care of Ann and keep Bria from killing her. I didn’t want to stay. I wanted my baby. I’d have my friends. Just my friends. And that was it. It felt empty. Wrong. But I’d be okay. Or was that a lie, too? It was. I wouldn’t be okay, and he knew it.

“You okay?” he asked. I sniffed, holding back tears with all my might.

“Yeah. I think.”

“You can quit your job, you know. I can pay for this house. You don’t have to work. You can come with me. Come with me. Please?”

“Gustav, I want to show you something. It’s called the kissing hand.” He gave me a quizzical look. “Just give me your hand.” He held out his hand and I took it. I held it to my face and kissed his palm. He looked even more confused.

“What’s this for?”

“The love that I put on your hand can’t be washed off. It will never come off. Unless I stop loving you, which I never will. Every time you miss me, put your hand to your cheek. When you do that, think of me. That kiss will warm you up, inside out. Now, kiss my hand.” I held out my hand and he kissed it. I took my hand back and touched it to my face. It’s weird, but I knew I felt something.

“Let’s finish with the boxes.” I walked off to the other room, following Gustav. Once we’d moved all my stuff into the other room, we went back downstairs.

“That took you guys a while. What were you doing?” Bill asked suspiciously.

“Making up for Gustav going on tour.”

“Again?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“The kissing hand. Here, this is the book. It’s in English, but you can translate it.” Bill grabbed the book from my hand and read it quickly.

“Bria, give me your hand.”

“Why?” she was skeptical.

“Just do it.” she was reluctant but she gave him her hand. He kissed her palm gently. “Just know that I love you,” he whispered. “Just know that I love you.” He hugged her close. I saw a tear fall from his eye, but I wasn’t about to ruin the moment. I just snuggled into Gustav.

“Saige?” Gustav said my name.

“Yeah?”

“What happens if I put the kissing hand down my pants?”

“Wow.” I answered. “Just wow.”