This fanfic is written in blank-verse poetry

Because the mind doesn't work in sentences and paragraphs

When you first told me I was a mindcaster

My first thought was of a fisherman with a giant pole and reel

To me, your mind is like a worm

On the hook and a sure-fire thing

Why did I let the fish bite you?

Back then, nine years ago

When you realized midnight was almost over

You said we had to go home

And you touched my hand

It wasn't even a minute that we were there

And I finally broke out of the grip.

Why did you seem so sad then?

Yes, that's what it's really like

But…

There are good things too

I found you

I still remember standing outside your window

Tasting the questions on your mind

And the excitement that there was someone else in the blue time

And the fear that the spiders might be around

Do you know what you told me?

The very

First

Thing

You said to me?

"Why do you're pyjamas have cowgirls on them?"

And I was so glad I had found you.

Someone who understands

Who tries to think good things most of the time

Humans only think about the bad stuff

Stupid humans

(Though I'm human too, aren't I?)

Maybe that's why I act the way I do

Because I wanted so badly to be different

But my mind isn't like a worm

And I'm not so sure of things.

Afterthoughts: I could be nice and explain what I'm trying to say with this, but the fun of poetry is that the readers interpret what they want. Rex and Melissa are the only reason I read Midnighters to the point where I started liking something other than them, because I think they're very sweet.