legs over the side and make my way to the door and open to find Walt standing in the dark looking somewhat lost and very frazzled.

“Need help?” I ask with a smirk. It’s nearly pitch black, the only light is the little bit of moonlight that creeps in through the holes in the ceiling.

I can’t see his face too well, but I can imagine him frowning, “Don’t you have lights in this place?” He grumbles. I smirk and pull my phone out of my back pocket and turn on the flashlight. He immediately puts his hand up to cover his face as I purposefully shine it at him. “Blinding me is not helping the situation.” He points out.

“But you look cute wrinkling your nose like that.” I tease him even as I lower my phone light and reach out a hand to guide him to my room. Walt snorts in response but is compliant as I lead him to the bed. “Now stay there, I’ll fix the generator.” I tell him. 

He nods as he sits down and rests his back against the wall. I wonder how much he’d had to drink at Gina’s. It’s not like him to pop in unannounced, but I won’t complain.

I walk out to the back where the generator is sitting and stare at the heap of metal and wires I’ve hodgepodged together. The only light on is a small beeping red light indicating that that the battery needs recharging. I look around to make sure Walt hadn’t followed me before shoving my finger into the charging socket and giving the thing a zap of electricity. In a second I have a full battery again. Mentally I can hear my father’s voice berating me for using my power in such a frivolous way, but he’s not here anymore to stop me.

The first time I had discovered this latent ability I’d been 17 and a junior in high school. I’d also been lip locked with Walt at the time and it had come as a literal shock to the both of us when it manifested. Of course I’ve never explained to him anything about what had happened 

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then and I’ve certainly never told him about how I’m actually an alien. I probably would’ve back then. Eventually. But the moment I started sparking up I got scared and ran home to my dad and when he saw what I could do he made us leave and I was never even given the chance to tell Walt anything.

Now though my not telling him anything is more like a game we play. He knows something is different about me even if he doesn’t know what and I welcome his curiosity while giving nothing away about the truth. I don’t know how he’d react to the truth and I’m not quite sure how I’d react if he ever found it out.

I go back inside and find Walt exactly where I’d left him, but this time the light is back on and the heater is lazily spinning out warm air. He squints open an eye as I close the door behind me.

“Sorry about barging in. Didn’t feel like driving home.” He explains to my unasked questions.

That’s fair. Walt lives about 30 minutes outside of town in a small cabin his parents had left for him. I fiddle with the light settings so it’s just a dim glow filling the room before walking over to him. I carefully crawl into the bed and straddle his waist. He blinks his eyes open fully now and stares up at me. Walt has these pretty blue eyes, like vivid-vivid blue, and deep as the ocean. I could stare at them all day, but instead I lean forward and nuzzle against his neck. He smells like the bar, but I also smell like the bar so I don’t hold it against him. I can feel a little static from him with my telepathy, but since he’s had a few beers his emotion are mellowed out making it manageable.

“So how was your day?” I ask with a quiet smile.