Chapter 13: Worse than Stevie

Miracle's Pov

Love…huh?

I wanted to tell my brother that love means a lot of things to me right now.

I wanted to tell him that love meant sadness…and it meant destruction and it meant aching pain at the very core of my being.

Love meant something entirely different for me at the moment thanks to Steve Jackson but I didn't.

Instead, I looked at him and yelled "Would you die for me, Xavier?"

"What?" He looked confused at my question.

I would be confused too if shit was reversed.

"If there is a bullet heading towards me, would you die for me, twin brother?"

He was older by a few minutes.

"Yes" he answered without hesitation. "Yes, I would"

I smiled a little bit.

It was probably relief. It was good to know that the world didn't totally go to hell and there was something remotely good left.

He is my beacon, the light at the end of the tunnel that I have to follow if I ever want to go home again.

Okay…Okay, Xavier.

Okay.

"I believe you. And I would die for you too, Xavier" I rubbed my palms together. "Could you tell Dad…could you tell him that I am…" I was at a loss for words.

God!

I needed words…I used to have words but now, I don't.

Stevie took the words right out of my mouth and now, I don't have any.

I need to have words to say.

"Tell Dad that I am…"

"Tell him yourself when you get back" he told me firmly.

I knew he hated me a little bit right now, especially now that I was implying I won't survive in the military.

I don't feel like I can do it.

I can't survive the minimum training I was going to sign up for, it feels impossible but if this was the only way to go back home then I am sure as hell going to try.

"This was all my idea…if it goes bad and our parents ask you, tell them it is all my stupid idea. See you in six months, Xavier"

I said and went right through the checkpoint without turning back, I didn't want to hear him argue with me.

I found the sign up sheet and I took Xavier's advice and signed up for KSI.

Something boring, right?

I can do boring things. Boring is good.

I found the bus I was supposed to enter and I found an isolated seat at the back and I made myself comfortable.

Leaning my head against the window, I shut my eyes tightly.

There was a chance, this was all a dream and I was going to wake up soon.

*

When I woke up, for some reason my head was placed on a hard surface, it took me a second to notice it was someone's shoulder. A man's shoulder.

My first instinct was to check if the sky was still blue or If i was off in my dead land again but the sky was blue and I was in a bus.

I looked up immediately to see whose shoulder I rested on and then I heard his voice.

"Hey, baby. You had a good nap, didn't you? Buy me dinner, later?" his low voice almost made my heart skip a beat, whether it was fear or something entirely different, I couldn't tell

"Excuse me?" My brain took a second to assimilate that he just called me baby.

For the first time I raised my face to meet his and for the first time in my life, my heart skipped a beat…literally.

I moved away from him on instinct. I felt the need to shrink myself and be something smaller and preferably somewhere else.

The boy…nah, man stretched his hands out like my head was a bag of heavy grains and I don't even weigh much.

He was unlike the other guys I have ever seen before.

He was unlike Stevie.

Where Stevie was approachable and homey, he was not.

This boy was handsome in the conventional sense with profound beautiful hazel eyes that contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face and dark brown hair. But that wasn't what got me hooked, what got me hooked was his ability to blend in but somehow still stand out in his environment.

His hazel eyes were deep and expressive; I could stare at them all day and never get tired…like they held secrets.

Secrets, one has to stay around long enough to figure out.

He smiled lazily and blinked to refocus his gaze, taking away the faraway look in his eyes. He was the furthest thing from modest or humble.

"Do you go around calling every girl you meet, baby?" I asked him, this time I spoke slowly like he was a rabid dog I was trying to avoid before it took a chunk out of my leg.

He looked at me and he smiled.

"No. Just ones that take liberty with me and use me as a pillow while simultaneously allowing themselves access to my chest. Not that I mind, I love watching you sleep. You talk in your sleep, you know that right? It is one of the cutest things I have ever seen" he closed his eyes briefly leaning back on the seat.

"Don't call me Baby" I said stubbornly and forced my eyes to stop looking at him.

He grunted softly but didn't utter another word.

I watched him again.

He was well built with a lean muscular body that could melt hearts and raise the dead, given the crew neck shirt that he wore, hiding his magnificent body wasn't on his mind. Like I said earlier he was the furthest thing from modest or humble.

He was worse than Stevie.