Gage Park, Chicago, Illinois, United States of America- Earth 12:52 P.M, April 27th, 2018 A.D.
This time when I make it to Lonan’s front door, I knock.
After a couple of seconds, the door swings open to reveal a disheveled looking Lonan.
He yawns and glances at me, frowning. “Do you know what time it is, darling?”
“Yeah, it’s 11 in the morning and our project is due on Monday.”
“But it’s Saturday, we could just do it tomorrow! Now let me sleep.” He starts to close the door but I put a stop to it, planting my foot in between the door and the door frame.
“No,” I snap. “We’re going to do the project and we’re going to do it now.”
I step in, pushing Lonan back until he stumbles.
“Fine fine, come in. Can you just not push me?”
“If you work I won’t have to.” I let a smirk envelope my lips.
He raises an eyebrow, then rubs the sleep from his eyes. “Alright, alright, we can work on the project.”
We both sit on the stools again and get to work.
Thankfully, my computer doesn’t glitch again and I press save, shutting the laptop close.
“We’re done!” I cheer, fist-pumping the air.
"Finally!" Lonan exasperates, throwing his hands up in the air. “Now back to sleep.” He gets up to leave but I grab his wrist.
“Aren’t you supposed to walk the guest out?”
“Well seeing as you marched up to my house- uninvited, I may add- and practically barged in here, no you’re not my guest. You can see yourself out.”
He yawns again, tugging at my hand to let him go. I basically glow on the inside. If he’s tired, he’s definitely not at full strength.
I grip on his wrist tighter, squishing it in my fist.
“Ow ow! Why?” he whines, jutting out his bottom lip.
I let him go then, crossing my arms. “You have to walk me out.”
He sighs. “Let’s go then.”
I grin and hop off the stool, putting my bag over my shoulder.
But before I can make it 3 feet, I’m lifted off the ground from the waist. Lonan throws me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I shriek, pounding on his back.
Seems he’s awake now.
“Punishing you for hurting me, darling."
Next thing I know I’m set down outside, next to his house.
I spin around to run, but then water drenches me.
I look down at my dripping hair and wet T-shirt.
He. Did. Not.
I turn back around to find Lonan with his hose in his hand, a smirk on his face. “Move again and I’ll spray you.”
I glare at him, huffing from the cold. Whatever. I’m already wet.
My sneakers squeak against the wet grass when I turn again, but this time, even more water is shot at me, encasing the rest of my clothes and body in water.
I splutter against it, slipping onto my behind.
Ouch. Now that hurt.
“I told you, darling.”
He lifts his hose again to reach me, and I put my hands up to protect my face, squeezing my eyes closed.
No water reaches me. Instead, I hear Lonan choke and I open my eyes slowly, finding that the reason Lonan was choking was that the water was being shot at him. I blink the water droplets from my eyelashes and see that I’m the one directing water at him.
The hose’s water has bent backward to face him, coming on stronger than before.
He drops the hose, but the water keeps spraying him.
“Stop!” he gets out in between gulps of air. “Stop!”
I widen my eyes at my hands and immediately drop them.
The water stops going at him, choosing to flow like it was before on the grass.
No one moves. I pant a little, surprised. Me? I did that?
I look down at my hands again, examining them. I... Unlocked my powers?
“Damn darling, I knew Moonwalkers had powers but I’d never seen them in action.” He swipes off water from his face, coughing. Then something unexpected happens. The water drying on his clothes starts glowing blue. I gasp.
Lonan looks down at himself. “Wow, on top of drenching me, I look like a Smurf.”
“Sorry,” I mutter, amazed.
“Why do you seem so surprised?”
I look up at him. Well, now that I have my powers I could take him.
“I... hadn’t unlocked them until now.”
He shakes out his hair like a wet dog. “Oh, really? Well, look at you! A full-fledged Moonwalker now. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”
I slowly detach my butt from the ground, shaking off the water on my jeans as much as I could. “Well, you’re a fallen angel. I didn’t know whether I could trust you or not.”
He blinks, water running down the sides of his face. “Oh. Right.”
“Do you suppose you gleam blue because you’re not human?”
“Yeah, it happened when the other Moonwalkers encountered my friends. You didn’t know that?”
I shake my head. “Guess you learn something new everyday.”
He turns off the hose. “We should get cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” I agree, but none of us move.
Then I look up at Lonan and start to cackle. “You look like a drowned rat!”
“And you look like a dirty and wet mop!”
We both start laughing. I can’t believe I just unlocked my powers. That would have been helpful... You know... Like 7 months ago!
“Okay okay,” I say, slowing down my laugh to a small giggle. “Now let’s go get cleaned up.”
Lonan lets out one last chuckle before taking deep breaths. “Agreed.”
Lonan walks up to his front door and I start walking towards mine.
“Wait, darling!” he shouts at me and I turn back to look at him.
“Just dry off here,” he says.
I look back at my house, then at his. I shrug. It means I won’t have to face my mom again until later.
“Okay,” I relent, walking up to him again and stepping inside his house. He closes the door behind us and I start to shiver in his hallway.
“I’ll get us towels,” he remarks, his shoes letting out quacks against the wooden floor.
I let out another small giggle before settling on staring at his paintings again.
The paintings look so aesthetic, I wonder who painted them. A little figure I didn’t notice before stands next to the waterfall in the painting, a maniacal grin plastering their face. The person looks like Lonan, but with long hair and what the humans would call feminine features.
Then the figure waves and I swallow a scream. What the Hell?
“Here,” Lonan states, handing me a white fluffy towel.
I turn to look at him and take it. “Thanks. Do you know you have a little person painted in your waterfall?”
Lonan’s eyebrows scrunch up. “Uh, no I don’t.”
I turn back to the painting to find only the trickling waterfall and the cliff behind it. “I could have sworn...”
“Come on, darling. You’re probably still stunned from what you just did.”
“Yeah, that must be it,” I whisper, staring at the painting. “Yeah,” I nod to myself.
Lonan grins. “Come on, let’s go somewhere.”
“You brought me to the park?” I ask, masking a smile with a bite to my lips.
“No, darling, we’re in outer space,” Lonan teases, his eyes glinting.
I hit his arm lightly. “Whatever.”
Bells ring nearby and I turn to see an Ayutla paletero walking down the sidewalk towards us.
My arteries fill with giddiness and I clap my hands. “Let’s get paletas!”
I race towards the man, shouting, “¡Señor! ¡Paletas!”
He stops in front of me, a tired smile gracing his lips. “¿Qué vas a querer, mija?”
“Una paleta de mamey por favor.” Mamey paletas are my absolute favorite.
Lonan reaches me in order to stop next to me. I turn to him. “Would you like anything?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, that’s okay.”
I shrug. “Your loss.”
The man hands me my paletas, cold ice surrounding the plastic wrapping. I take out my wallet to pay him but it seems Lonan has other ideas when he steps in and pays instead.
My mouth pops open. “Hey!”
But I shake it off long enough to turn to the nice old man again. “Muchas gracias. Que tenga buen día.”
“Sí, que tenga buen día, señor,” Lonan repeats.
“Igualmente. Gracias hija, hijo.” I step away with Lonan and the man continues on, pushing the cart down to other eager customers.
“Why’d you pay for the paleta?” I ask, my head cocked to the left.
“’Cause I can,” Lonan replies, looking away from me.
“Thanks, I guess,” I mutter, ripping open the paleta from the top. I immediately plunge into the delicious treat.
Lonan laughs. “You sure do love that.”
“Can’t talk, must eat,” I say, my mouth full.
Lonan shakes his head at me, a smile tugging at his lips. “Come on, let’s walk around.”
The rest of our time is spent walking down the path around Gage Park, passing the closed pool and the poolhouse.
When I finished my paleta, I tossed the wrapping into the trash, rubbing the slight stickiness off of my hands with friction.
“Now what?” I ask, coming to a stop.
Lonan looks up at the sky. “Seems like it’s getting near time for dinner.”
“What?” I shout, looking up to see the sun no longer overhead but lowering towards the West. “We’ve been out here this long? And I sure ate that paleta slowly.”
“Yeah. Let’s go back.”
“Okay,” I comply, turning around to head back home.