twenty-eight

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 I slept in later than usual today. Thought maybe I could live in my dreams a little longer. My dad left this morning. I stayed up late last night picking up our room since Wednesday and had to speak with Weems and Thornhill. 

Thornhill actually stopped by and offered a hand, but I politely kicked her out. I didn't really want to be around people last night. The room looked better. In my opinion. Wednesday didn't like how I put her things so she reorganized. 

Xavier's hoodie was warm as I curled farther into it. I wanted to go see him, but leaving my bed meant seeing people. Worth it. I groaned forcing myself to get dressed in actual clothes instead of pajamas. 

I kept his hoodie on though and started my journey. It was getting dark outside by now. Which was slightly alarming. I had stayed in bed for almost a whole day without realizing it. Yanking the door to his art shed open, I saw he had another painting covered. I wondered what this one was. 

"Branwen." He smiled seeing me in the doorway. I stepped inside closing it behind me.

"Hi." I played with the cuff on the hoodie. He put down the paintings that he had in his hand moving across the room to me.

"What's wrong?" He cupped my face. I couldn't help but smile. Apparently, all I needed was Xavier to fix all my problems. I shook my head. Pathetic.

"Nothing," I smiled. 

He leaned forward kissing my lips briefly, then my forehead. He moved back pulling out a stool. I guess he wanted me to sit down while he rearranged the shed. Sitting on the stool I glanced around at the drawing of the monster. I didn't get to ask, what they had found out about Xavier. 

"What is it like?" I asked him. "When you dream about this thing?" 

"Uh," Xavier stood up running a hand through his hair. "It's nightmares. I wake up in a cold sweat, breathless. It is like I am watching from an outside perspective." I just nodded as he spoke. That was a good sign I guess. He wasn't seeing things from the Hyde's perspective at least. 

"And you have no idea why you dream of this thing?" I asked. 

I pulled one of the Hyde drawings off his art test, the creature's large eyes and claws visible through the black background. Is it even possible to have multiple abilities? I would understand if his mother was a Hyde since it is genetic like everything else, but I highly doubted Vincent Thorpe would marry someone who is unstable. I glanced at the journal briefly before it was stolen, so I knew some things.

"No," He shook his head, his hair falling in his face.  He reached back pulling his hair into a bun at the back of his head. 

"When did they start?" I asked, putting the drawing back on the table. 

"Maybe a week or two before you showed up." He added stepping over all his canvas and moving back towards me. "Are you the monster?" He teased. I smiled pulling him towards me.

"Seeing as Wednesday was with me when I saw it, I would say no." I laughed. 

"Is that my hoodie?" He asked leaning back suddenly trying to recognize it. I licked my lips nodding.

"Yeah, took you a while to notice." I joked pulling the sleeves over my hands. "I can bring it back to your room later tonight if you want." This is probably the first time I have seen him in shock. I reached up closing his mouth for him. His cheeks had a tint of pink on them.

"How can I say no, when you look at me like that." He smirked. The door to the shed swung open. I turned to see Wednesday walk in. 

"You really need to stay out of my space," Xavier complained, I guess they had an altercation earlier.

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