Super Simulator

Chapter 10- Fix Your Rump If You Wanna Get Humped

I knock on Jason's door. I'm so nervous. I mean what if he tells me to go away? What if he doesn't accept my apology? What if-

Suddenly Jason opens the door and looks very surprised to see me. "Oh . . . What do you want?" He makes the last part a bit rude, but I choose to ignore it.

"I . . . I want to apologize. I-I just misunderstood, and I should've let you talk instead of jumping to conclusions, or something. I t-talked to the others and they told me what really happened. I really shouldn't have done, what I did to you. I came here, pretty much . . . to say: I'm Sorry. I-It's OK if y-you d-don't want to t-talk to me a-anymore, I'm willing to keep my distance if you'd prefer it. I mean, we are all living together so we will have to help each other and our differences. We will all have to be close since. . . all of this. So . . . if y-you don't want me near y-you and Stacie . . . I understand. I've kept my distance before, I can do it again." I take a deep breath after what I said and stare at his eyes. He looks as if he is trying to figure me out. See if I mean it or if I'm lying. He is confused, like I'm some sort of puzzle he is trying to figure out.

"Emera . . ." he trails off. "Y-yeah?" I ask, afraid to hear hims take up my offer. "I . . . I'm sorry too, I'll admit I acted a bit immaturely," he says. I stay there shocked. He had nothing to be sorry about . . .but he was apologizing to ME!

I stood there shocked. I don't know what came over me, but I hugged him. My arms wrapped around his neck as his body tensed from shock.  "You have nothing to be sorry for Jason," I whispered, a smile on my lips. He was shocked, but hugged me back. I wanted to stay this way forever.

We stayed that way for a moment. We started talking eventually, after the hug ended.

"Do you really believe everyone has a soulmate here?" he asked me.

"I don't know . . . I mean I'm not even sure I'll have my own soulmate," I said. "You don't think you have a soulmate?" he asks, a puzzled expression on his face. "Well, I don't know. I never really pictured anyone falling for me." He looks confused. "I mean, I've fallen. And when I fall, I fall hard. They don't just go away for me. It's like a scar, it's pretty gruesome at first, and it's pretty obvious. You try to fix it with band-aids and care for it, but over time you pick at it to where it can't really heal. And when it's finally gone, it's a scar. It fades, but it's still there. Faintly. And it's there barely, but it's there nonetheless. And every time you see it, or the place where you got the scar, or who might've caused that scar, the scar just seems to get more and more obvious to you, and you alone. And to you it's never pretty, and it last forever," I explain. I look down. "I never really picture anyone getting a scar because of me."

He was quiet, putting my analogy into consideration. I lick my teeth, my tongue skimming over my braces. I started becoming more and more insecure about my flaws. I brushed over any pimples I had, and pushed my glasses up as a headband. I felt uglier with glasses, honestly. I combed my fingers through my hair, brushing through the uncombed knots and tangles. I felt hideous, and here I was standing next to the most gorgeous boy on Earth.

"I have some theories on soulmates," I say quietly.

"Like what?"

"Maybe one day when humans were created, it would be two bodies merged into one. But the bodies were separated into two to be a bit less intimidating. So humans feel incomplete and go out searching for their soulmates-their other halves. Or maybe when the universe was created the same atoms kept attracting together over and over again, and eventually became part of a human, and went searching for the other atom that they've been with since the beginning of time," I said.

He turned to look at me, "So, we're searching for someone in this house?"

I shrugged, "The funny thing about fate is that we're often searching for what's right in front of our faces. Perhaps we need our soulmate to lift the veil from our eyes, or to cure our blindness, or to lift the hand of the or a God from our hands so that we may look at the beauty of our destiny right before our eyes . . ."

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We were laying on his bed, watching Markiplier on his laptop. "Let me turn off the light so we can see the screen without a glare," Jason said, about to turn off the lights.

"No, let me," I said as I turned off the lights with my powers. He just stood there, gaping at me. "You got a third power! But your high-" 

"Yup," I interrupted him. His eyes were wide. "So that means you have more than-" 

"Yup," I interrupted him again.

"Does that mean the rest of us have the potential to have the same amount of powers?" He said. He seemed to be staring off into the distance, or the wall, I guess. "Um, I guess it depends on whether or not you have your highlights and the personality thing." I was curious too, I mean, what did this mean for everyone else? And . . . what if I DON'T have more than three powers? What if it was all a mistake?

"I'm heading to the library, I think it might have some answers." I stand up and slide off the bed. Libraries always have some random book with clues or answers to life's questions in movies and books . . . and school projects. I headed to the massive library. Yup, I'll find answers here. I looked at one of those retro-library computers. Someone seemed to have already searched up a book. SOURCES-POWERS AND PARTNERS BY ANONYMOUS. Is that what we are? Sources? I looked for where it might be and found it was missing. Well DUH, Emera, if it is on the computer it is PROBABLY checked out.

I was about to leave when I spotted something on a nearby desk. It was the BOOK! I looked over it. The cover was of grey leather, and there was a pink, light blue, white, green formed to make the corners of a square. In the center there was a big, white orb, just like one of the smaller ones. The white ones seemed to be missing something, like something wasn't quite complete. I flipped to the Table of Contents.

SORCERESS
SORCERER
COLORS & MEANINGS
PARTNERS
CHOICES
LIMITS
SOMNIUM
POWERS
PROFILES

I was interested mostly in profiles. Who's profile? I opened it up, and I was shocked. It was... All of us! Jason, Stacie, Carlyn, Zoey, Tyler, Richard, Bailey, Chase, Marcus, and . . . me! I was COMPLETELY shocked! What.. HOW?! I refused to look underneath the others 'personal' section. No not that way. Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking to you Brianna. It said things like 'family' 'friends' 'school' 'grades' 'love life' and 'conflicts'. Those were the categories. I refused to read under that.

I was confused. How did they know that about us? I mean were they . . . watching us? It felt stalkerish, unsafe. I didn't know what to do. I looked at the photos. They had 'before and 'after' pictures, like we were on Biggest Loser or something. I looked at each picture very carefully, it had been over a month since we were first brought here. We have changed.

I looked at Richard, Stacie, Jason and I's photos. We didn't have them, since we didn't get our highlights yet. Underneath our photos it shows aspects of our personality, and how we emotionally changed. I didn't read those parts, not even mine. I wasn't ready. It listed how all ten of us looked, our exact height and everything. It listed our powers and such, and how they were linked to our personality. I felt sick, as if we were some kind of sick experiment.

I looked at my best friend Bailey's. I remember how she looked at first. 5'5. Light brown curly hair. Brown eyes. Peach skin. Now her hair was a little longer with bright green highlights, and neater frankly, since I spend sometime fixing her hair a little. After all now she has a partner to impress. Ya know, Fix your rump if ya wanna be humped. Oh god. Her eyes were bright green now, and she seemed tanner and stronger than she used to be. Probably from playing sports so much nowadays. She seemed . . . happier. I'm sure if I read the 'personal' section I would find out why, but if she wanted me to find out she would've told me. I've kept secrets of my own as well of course.

I looked at the others who had 'after' photos and it was more or less the same. Each of us have two pages. One for personality and changes with looks and powers. The other about our 'previous' lifestyle. Highlights, one shade darker (not by much though), better build, eyes the same as the highlights, one or two of them grew. And oddly enough . . . happier. I guess everyone has a similar past. It's something we have in common.

I have to show this to the others.