"Did you just throw a potato at me?!"
In which a fourteen year old with unpredictable powers texts the wrong person. Lyra has always had chaotic powers, leading to disasters left and right. When one disaster leads to a rushed text to a friend, she...
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*Joshua's POV* (Faceclaim: Chance Perdomo)
I don't understand Lyra. She acting like too much of a child. I sigh as I reach into the fridge, searching for whatever could be used as a suitable meal. With powers like hers, Lyra should be more responsible. I shouldn't be mad at her right now, but I had to be mad at something.
I rolled my eyes and muttered in annoyance under my breath as I grabbed some pasta. Lyra would never grow up. We'd known each other since we were just kids and I had offered her a place to stay when her parents had left. My parents were just like her stepmother, rarely home and always away on business trips. They tried to make up with it by sending me gifts but I cared more about my studies then the fancy clothes and whatnot that they sent me.
I turned on the stove as I placed a pot full of water on, getting ready to boil it. While the water boiled, I stared out the window, thinking about the number Lyra had texted. Perhaps she had just told them "Sorry wrong number" but I knew Lyra. She had probably become friends with him already.
I dropped the pasta into the boiling water as I started making a sauce to go with it. I stared into the fridge for a few minutes before sighing and grabbing a few potatoes to make for Lyra. I suppose it was as an apology for being mad. Not that it was my fault. When I finally finished making dinner, I called Lyra down.
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*Lyra's POV*
"Ly! Come for dinner, pendeja!" Joshua yelled. Well at least he learned. I yelled back a few curses at him in french and put down my homework. I quickly went out and smirked when I saw him. He sighed, "It's unfair."
"What?" I grinned, "That I am naturally talented in languages."
"You have a photographic memory. Shut up." He glared.
I smirked again. enjoying his annoyance, "Someone's jealous, or just generally grumpy?" I grinned.
He sighed, "Do you want dinner or not?"
"Yes. Yes I do." I said quickly, snatching the plate from him before he could yank it away. "Besides," I protested, "You're basically all knowing at this point. Studying all those fancy textbooks just so you know more languages than me which is in hindsight, not gonna happen." I grinned.
"It is not to learn more than you." Joshua frowned, sitting across from me, "It's to be more educated and also-"
I cut him off before he could start rambling, "Sure it is Josh. Sure it is. Some people are just born talented."
He rolled his eyes, "Some people just don't have to study I guess."
