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Everything Jake #1030 Mitchell extended his hand out more. “Please, Jake, sit down.” Jake’s blood was frozen again. His legs were deep cemented into the kitchen tile. “I think I’m about to have a nervous breakdown, what are you talking about?” “It’s pointless to try to cover up anything, Jakey, heh, Jakey, remember when I used to call you that? Back when we were at the old house, and we used to go into--” “MITCHELL! I don’t think this is the right time to start bringing up old times…!” “I’m just trying to make you feel a little more… comfortable? You seem very tense. I will say, however, that I still can’t get into your head. Whatcha got going on in there? Usually, from what I’ve been told, TKs don’t have good telepathic traits. You seem to. Are you both?” Jake felt a knock, sort of, on his mind’s eye. Something trying to poke its way in, almost like, but not quite, a small, thin burst of air. Mitchell. Trying to get in. “Might as well stop it, Mitchell. You’re not going to get in.” Jake felt the ice melt, his legs became free, his nerves finally going down. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He always got along with Mitchell, it would be good to have someone to talk to about everything. Maybe he could even help with the Randall dreams. Jake reached for the chair with his mind. It was slippery getting a bead on it, like trying to grab a wet beach ball, but he managed to move the chair just enough for him to sit in it. Mitchell watched, fascinated. “So… you can just reach out and, um, grab stuff?” Jake sighed. “It’s not as simple as that, I’m actually pretty poor at it right now. It’s more like… shit… it’s hard to describe… it’s like using a third hand… okay? Everything is slippery… hard to get a good bead.” “Amazing. Who would have thought?” “Right?” They sat there in a bit of awkward silence. Jake felt almost sick, the after effect of the tight nerves. His stomach gave a twist but he tried his best to ignore it. Mitchell was tapping his finger on the table. We’re just staring at each other. This is stupid. “Does you dad know?” “No, yours?” “I don’t think so… how long have you known?” “About me? Or that you had TK?” “About you.” “A year. Maybe more. It happened… this is kinda funny… it happened the first time when I was banging this chick, she was hot man, and rich too, from La Jolla… anyway, there we are, I’m on top, I like it better that way, you know? Anyway, I’m on top of her, going slow like… and all of a sudden, there’s a flash…! Across my eyes. I’m suddenly on the bottom, but… I’m not me anymore, I’m her.” “So… basically, you were fucking yourself?” “Weirdest thing ever. I opened my eyes, they were her eyes, actually, and I was staring at me. I freaked out. Just flat left her, just got up, grabbed my gear, and split. It’s really too bad, too, like I said, she was fricking hot, man.” “That’s a terrible story, Mitchell. You should try and think of another origin.” “How about you? When did you first find out?” “I honestly can’t remember a specific time. It might have been when an evil alternate reality version of my best friend and roommate tried to stab me with a futuristic laser knife and it kind of bounced off. That, and strange ‘training’ dreams from a corporation that my long lost and dead uncle works for. He’s my mom’s brother. Not your uncle. Mine.” “Sounds kooky. Alternate dimension?” “Apparently, though, it’s a little confusing.” “At this point, I’ll believe anything. I mean, telepathy, TK power, alternate dimension, soon there’ll be like pictures from Mars and shit. Strange times we live in.” “Mitchell…” “Yeah?” “Why did you have to jump into Faith?” “What do you mean?” “Faith. You jumped into her to get my attention.” “I’m sorry coz, I didn’t even think I could do that. I was trying for you, when I saw that you were napping, but when I tried to get into your head I got a flash of a horse’s head and was thrown into Faith. What the fuck were you dreaming about?” “I’ll tell you later. Do me a favor?” “Anything…!” “Don’t ever, ever, ever go into her head again. I made a pact that no one would ever mess with her again, and while you didn’t know that, know that if you do it again, we got beef.” “I didn’t know, I’m sorry. Never again.” “Thank you. Now, what did you really want to talk about?” “Well… um, Jake, as you know, its been pretty hard for me to find anything out here worth sticking to, I’m not really built for college and I suck at surfing… bouncing back and forth from retail jobs really drains your soul, y’know?” “Not really, but I kind of understand.” “I joined the Army, Jake, and I don’t know how to tell my dad.”    
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