Harmony

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Authors: Sonya Bria
questioned.
           “No, I guess not.” Em gave in. “Just be careful. I guess I’m really just jealous,” she said, leaning against her locker. “When’s Max going to make a move…he is so frustrating!”
           I hugged Emily. “Max is just a little slower than the average guy. He’ll come around, just you wait and see.” I felt a cool sensation and tingling as we reached the school’s front doors. “Ian’s here. I’ll call you on Sunday, okay?”
           “How do you do that?” Em asked. “It’s like your suddenly psychic or something.”
           I laughed. “You could say that.” I scanned the parking lot, not seeing him, but I knew he was near. I could feel it; my whole body shook with excitement for this weekend.
           Over here, Ian said.
           I projected back, Where? Oh, of course you have a bike. I smiled as I ran down the steps as fast as I could without drawing too much attention to myself. Oh, what did I care? I really didn’t care anymore what anyone thought, just as long as I was with Ian. He was becoming the center of my existence. Graduation couldn’t come soon enough.
           “Hey you,” I said as I approached his bike.
           “Hey yourself,” Ian said, handing me a helmet. “Put this on.”
           “Are you going to tell me where we are going?”
           Ian laughed. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
           I could actually see the twinkle in his eyes. Very funny, Ian. I loved telepathy.
           Hold on tight.
           We were off. Once we cleared the school parking lot and pedestrian zone, Ian began driving at an insanely fast speed. He started laughing as I gripped him tighter around the waist. The last thing I wanted to do was fall off and ruin our weekend. “Is this safe?” I screamed into the wind.
           Ian just laughed. “Just relax, trust me. I do this all the time.”
           I closed my eyes and felt a whirlwind forming around our bodies. I was totally aware of the surrounding scenery as we wound our way up the mountain pass. It was all clear in Ian’s mind. I soaked it in as I read his thoughts in pictures. It was thrilling to connect and experience this moment together, with our thoughts and minds united. I could see why he loved it. It wasn’t recklessness on his part; he was totally in control. His vampire reflexes were more sharp and honed than mine. I could feel when his body shifted in anticipation for the next curve of the road, and hear the oncoming cars miles before we approached. I melted into his body, giving in to the rush of the wind. I couldn’t get close enough. I think I sighed and Ian tensed.
           What’s wrong?  I asked telepathically. He didn’t respond. Obviously, I’d done something. I was learning that it was better to leave him be when he was brooding. After what seemed like mere minutes, Ian slowed enough to turn so we wouldn’t careen into the trees. The forest foliage became denser, darker as we worked our way further up the road. The different hues of green blended into one swirl of vibrant color for me, and I knew this was a place not meant to be found by the casual passerby. I’d never had made it on my own. Before I knew it, we were stopped. I really didn’t want this moment to end. I felt at peace.
           “Sophie we’re here.”
           I slowly opened my eyes as Ian turned the motor off. His house. I didn’t know what to expect, but it seemed familiar. “This is so beautiful, Ian!” I said, sliding off the back of his bike. I twirled around, exhilarated from our ride.
           Ian couldn’t help smiling. “Come on, let’s put your things inside,” Ian said, opening the door.
           “Okay, grumpy.” I smiled, walking ahead of him through the door. He was always the gentleman; a dead giveaway that he heralded from a different generation. I immediately knew where I

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