Dylan POV
It happened again. This time in the green house. I was holding the frail little herbs when I walked in. As soon as I did my vision blurred. My head starting to ache and I dropped I dropped the plants. I fell to my knees, my head in my hands. I screamed. The pain subsided as fast as it came and I got up. I looked up and everything was a different tint . . . more . . . white? When I looked to the front of the little room I saw a faint picture of a man and woman smiling and gardening. But the man wasn't Jeb. It was me.
Jeb told me that some of us mutant children are late bloomers but I'm 15. Shouldn't I have my powers already? I sighed and looked at Jeb. I had to tell him what just happened. I headed over to him.
"Jeb?" I asked, my voice quivering, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
"Yeah Dylan?" He didn't even look up from his work in the kitchen.
"Well . . . You know how you said that some of us were late bloomers and that there are a variety of powers available to us?"
"Come sit down." Jeb pulled out a chair for me to have a seat. "Now, what happened?"
"Well . . . when I went into the greenhouse something really weird happened." I started to explain
"And that would be . . .?" Jeb asked, wanting to know more.
"Well you know how you get déjà? You feel like you've done something before? It was kind of opposite that. It was like . . . something that's going to happen to me . . . in my future."
"Dylan, what did you see?"
"I saw . . . a man and a woman. Gardening. And the man . . . was me." I said trying to find the right words. "Now that I hear myself say that it sounds really stupid."
"No, it doesn't. At all." Jeb was always reassuring me on things.
"Well . . . do you think that's what my power is? To see the future?"
Max POV
The pain and the pictures subsided and I could finally get up. When I did, I wasn't where I thought I should be. Instead of being cradled in Fang's strong arms with mom's concerned face and Ella next to her awaiting my arrival back to consciousness I was back at the E house. And I wasn't alone.
"Dylan." I cringed when I heard Jeb's voice. "We need to talk . . ." His voice trailed off at the end. He was looking right at me. I panicked and started frantically looking for a place to hide. There was none. The boy he had called Dylan turned around while I was looking down.
"What ya lookin' at?" He asked. His voice reminded me of Fangs and Iggy's combined.
'Can he really not see me?' I thought to myself. I looked up and immediately wish I hadn't. My jaw dropped. This kid was make-me-throw-up cute. He was tan with dark brown curly hair and the most gorgeous chocolate brown eyes you will ever see. And he had MUSCLE.
"Um . . . no-nothing" Jeb stuttered, "The lights must have been playing tricks on me." He shook his head quickly. "Anyways, we need to talk Dylan." He said turning back to the boy.
"What about? Does it have to do with my vision?" Vision? This guy could see the future? I shrugged. If he ever became a flock member that could come in real handy with the erasers and all.
"Yes, the man in your vision was in fact you. And the girl was this girl." He help up a picture of some chick. I squinted to see better. It was me. "This is Max. She was made for you. Dylan, she's your perfect match." I gasped. Perfect match? But . . . I thought Fang was my perfect match!
"Well you thought wrong." My annoying voice said. I rolled my eyes but before I could reply with some snobby comment like 'Who asked you' the pain came back and I crumpled to the ground. Fainting. Again.
Jeb POV
I could have sworn I saw Max. Standing in the front room looking as confused as I felt.
"Um . . . no-nothing." I said not very convincingly. "The lights must have been playing tricks on me." I shook my head to clear my mind. "Anyways, we need to talk."
"About what? Does it have to do with my vision?" Dylan asked. He was a smart kid.
"Yes. The man in your vision was in fact you," I said, fumbling through my wallet for that picture. "And the girl was this girl." I held up the picture of Max. "She was made for you. Dylan, she's your perfect match." Dylan just stared at the picture. No emotion on his face at all.
"She's hot." He finally said, shrugging. I sighed and put the picture of my only daughter down.
"I'm not quite sure I'm okay with you calling my daughter 'hot' yet." I was using my best father tone. His jaw dropped.
"She's your DAUGHTER?"
Fang POV
I was cradling Max in my arms feeling like I was going to cry. This was longest she's ever been out and everyone was worried it would be the last. Everyone was in tears. Even Gazzy. I was the only one holding up and I didn't know how long that would last.
"Mmmm. . ." Max was stirring. Everyone ran over to her.
"Max?"
"Max you okay?"
"Max are you awake?" she was starting to sit up. "Max! We were getting so worried! Are you okay? I hope you feeling better now that you're waki-"
"NUDGE SHUT UP!" Gazzy yelled.
Max was starting to smile, and then she started giggling, then laughing, then cracking up. This made everyone else crack up.
"What. Ha. Are we. Ha. Laughing about?" Gazzy asked in between gasping breaths.
"I don't know." Max said finally calming down. We all finally stopped.
"Um. . ." Max started when it was finally quiet. "Can I talk to you Fang?"
A/N I know I described Dylan wrong but that's cause I wasn't describing the real Dylan, I was describing my Dylan. As you can tell, this is a Mylan instead of Fax but I kind of like Mylan better so. . . .Don't hurt me! Um . . . yeah. Please comment, constructive criticism is always welcome, thanks for reading [=