Spark of Paracausality: A new spark

Chapter 28: Eye of A Gatelord

"Wake up, Crim!" Nolan nudged me.
I groan in annoyance. "I don't wanna," I said. He flies himself onto my arm, dangling off my bed.
"C'mon! We have a lot of work to do!" He exclaimed.
I turned the other way. "Nooooo. Too tired," I complained.
"I can get you up one way or another, he warned.
"I'd like to see you try," I smirked.
Suddenly I felt a quick tickling sensation on my back, like his laser beam.
"No stop!!" I yelled, jumping out of my skin, turning to him laughing.
"I told you," he said.
I look at the other side of my bed where Carolina sleeps. She wasn't there.
"What time is it?" I asked, staring at the window.
"Twelve fifty-nine," he addressed.
"Damn, I sleep a lot," I said.
"Yes, you do, and there's no doubt about that," he said with assurance.

I took my time getting out of bed. I got up and walked like a zombie to the bathroom. When I got there,  I looked at the mirror to see my hair all messed up. I brushed my teeth, then makeup. My favorite signature makeup style, cat eyes, is what I used today. I stare closely at the mirror, blinking repeatedly and looking left and right, making sure my makeup was symmetrical and pretty.
"Crim, you look fine," said Nolan.
"Yeah, I'm just making sure," I replied.
Once I was sure, I put on a tank top and short pants that matched. Lastly, I grabbed my high heel boots from the front door of the room.
"I still don't understand how you can fight in those boots," said Nolan.
"And I don't understand why you're so annoying, but neither of us will know why, will we?" I roasted.
He sighed and disappeared back into my head. Then I felt bad.
"I was just messing with you," I said.
"I know," he replied.
"C'mon out."
He reappeared. "What?" He asked.
I pulled him towards the top of my chest and hugged him, twisting my body left and right.
"You know I mess around, you're not annoying. You are the most adorable thing ever," I said.
"Aww," he said. "You really think so?"
I tilted my head. "Well, maybe not as adorable as cats, but other than that, yeah pretty much."
Then he looked down. "Man, I felt better about myself before you said that part."
I smiled. "C'mon, lets go get somethin to eat," I said.
He followed me visibly as I skipped through the hallway and turned to the elevator room. I pressed the elevator button on the wall to call it to my floor. The elevator door on the right of me opened. Only one person stormed out, a Warlock, and he seemed really pissed. As he walks furiously, he bumps my shoulder.
"Hey!" I said. "Watch it!"
"Apologies," he replied with a low, deep, ominous voice.
I walked in the elevator, all to myself, and pressed the Plaza floor button.
As I wait, my phone rang. I pull it out of my back pocket. Carolina is calling me. My red hand drew my attention for a second. It was mildly bleeding.

"Drat!" I whispered.

"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey, have you seen Jacob?" She asked.
"Who?" I questioned.
"A Warlock, last I saw him he was walking towards the elevator," she said.
"Yeah, he walked out on our floor, 7th," I answered.
I hear her sigh in disappointment.
"Something wrong?" I ask.
"Just... Relationship problems," she says.
"Don't worry, I'll have it settled. Talk to you later?"
"Yeah," I replied.
I hang up and walk to the very front of the plaza, where Iron Banner is hosted, and pick up a few snacks.
I pick up a hand sanitizing wipe to clean the blood off.
"Lets see, what do we have here?" I examine.
I scan down a long table of food, thinking what I should eat. Halfway there I stopped.
"Yes! My favorite!" I exclaimed.
"You think that's healthy for you in the morning?" Nolan questioned.
"Listen," I said, snapping playfully. "Strawberry cupcakes are the best, no matter what. There's always a time for them."
I take a big bite and munch down on a few.
"Don't be complaining to me once you start throwing up," he said.
I didn't care until an hour later when I was in orbit.
I groan in nausea. "Ugh, stomach hurts..." I said, laying down on the center room of the ship.
"What did I say?" Nolan said.
"Yes I know! But still do it anyway. Besides, when do I ever listen to you?" I said.
"Which is why you need to," he suggested.
My stomach growls upset. I roll around and feel the forced urge to throw up. I get up quickly and run to the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet.
"Ugh, hearing that makes me want to vomit, and I don't even have a stomach," he said outside of the bathroom.
I breathe heavily, leaning against the toilet. "And there goes my breakfast," I said, staring at the pink colored vomit in the toilet.
Nolan flies in and looks at it. He reacts disgusted. "Ugh! That's just, no," he says flying back out.