Blue Flow

Red-Handed Blue-Light

It wasn't the first time that Mike had accidentally knocked something off the table with his telekinetic
powers, and it most definitely wasn't the last time either. It wasn't the first time that Dashiell had to cover it up for him either, and he was most definitely annoyed by it all, but he couldn't leave his best friend alone in this mess, could he?
At 15, Mike hardly knew anything about the supernatural side of things. After all, he was brought up in a religious environment only to deny it all and grow into his skin as a skeptic. It was the same skepticism that had brought him into Dash's lab one day after another, failed experiment after another.
"But I'm solving your riddle step by step, Mikuku, I'm
getting there, trust me, it's not rocket science."
He had proclaimed only the day before, when yet another experiment failed, leaving the boys disappointed.
"You would've been on it at this point if it was rocket science, Dash." He had replied, causing him to
blush and and shrug him off.
Now, they were in the lunchroom and one of the blue light bulbs had cracked open. There wouldn't have
been any excuses needed if a single tiny blue spark hadn't made it's way down to Mike and just disappear. And it happened every single damned time.
Everyone had gasped and 'It was totally Mike, I swear, I saw that thing come back to him, again!'
and 'Did you see that?!' could be heard from both sides of their table.
"It was a damned bolt, jesus christ.." Dash mumbled, to no avail.
"Oh really? Why wouldn't Mike tell us himself, huh?" Svetlana Aroyan, the self declared "queen of Adonc
High" said, cocking her long neck sideways, looking at Dash with that catishness every stereotypical popular high schooler girl has. "Mike?"
"Why wouldn't you excuse yourself out of our lives, please, I've got enough of those toxins from the chemistry lab, Sveta."
Dash's words sent Sveta's girlfriends giggling off and gasping at him.
"Uh-oh, I wasn't talking to you Dashi-
"You're not talking to him either."
She snapped her lips and continued, now looking at Mike.
He had turned entirely red at this point. At moments like this, he hated his pale skin. It was ivory,
almost transparent, and at slight shame or panic, his cheeks grew roses and he couldn't help but look guilty.
"Ell-, Why wouldn't you do that again, huh?"
"Because I-I, cause I," his hands were shaking now, he hated this so much, "I did not do it in the first
place."
"Oh yeah? Why are you so nervous then?"
"For Einstein's sake, you know he's shy, Sveta, just leave him be."
He couldn't help but protect Mike, and he knew it made him look guiltier, but it was almost an instinct
to Dash at this point. Mike was fragile inside, although he totally didn't look the part. At 15, he was 6 feet tall, and the swimming he had been practicing almost his entire life had given him his fair share of muscle. But once you looked him in the eyes,
the two small but bright blue eyes of pureness and trust, that's when you saw the baby boy crumbled inside him.
And now was one of those moments where he looked at him with puppy eyes, begging for defence. He had tried his best, Dash, he had tried his best to make him less socially awkward, but it was all just a waste of time.
"I'm not always going to be there to speak up for you, Mike, you gotta learn it some day." He had told
him multiple times, and his answer had hurt him every time.
"You are, though."
He didn't know if he was trying to hold onto something or if he really believed it. He didn't know for sure that this innocent being knew that friendships, even the tightest ones, even the most powerful ones, don't stay forever, or if he truly believed that they'd grow up, form their own families and still have each other by their sides. He knew it would be right to explain it to him, but he couldn't. He hated himself for it, because even though his IQ was 157, he was, by all means, a genius, his EQ was definitely below average.
"He's not. He's been caught red handed, that's all, am I right?"
Sveta's words brought him back into reality and back into titan mode.
"I'm just nervous talking to pretty girls like yourself."
Mike's words had most definitely shook all of them. They were surprisingly confident, and only Dash could feel the
slight tremble in his voice.
He stood up, took his lunch and steadily walked toward the court. Dash followed him, only slowing down
for a second by Svetlana's and her friends' table, and leaving a cattish "better back off" look.

The walk home was mostly quiet.
Dash told him on the last break that he hadn't made any conclusions worth testing today and didn't want
to go to the lab today anyways. That was a lie, but he seriously didn't want to ruin the day with a painfully boring (to Mike) psychological test or something along the lines of a blood test. Also, he didn't want to be seen in the lab by Svetlana. She had
her suspenses up, and she was trying her best to try and catch any dirt on them she could. He suspected it was because of Areg, whom everyone knew she had a crush on. Everyone had also known that he spends most of his time with Dash after class. She was very
clearly jealous. They hated each other with a burning passion, and he didn't want any of that to be reflected onto Mike.
As they approached their building, Dash stopped.
"Mike?"
"Yes?"
He seemed completely normal now, donut in one hand, the other in his baggy hoodie's pocket.
"I'm proud of you, kiddo."
Mike chuckled and blushed. Here comes another reason for him to hate his ivory skin.
"Aw man, it's not a big deal."
"Yeah sure, not like it was the first time you spoke up for yourself in the last 14 years."
"You expected me to speak up for myself when I was 2, but not 1 years old, huh?"
"I probably had to protect your ass back then too."
"Why? Saving my crabe was so hard?"
"Shut up, don't switch the topic. This
is
a big deal."
"It only is if you make it to be." He said, putting the electronic keys on the sensor. They were broken
for over a year now, and only the two of them knew that Mike had been opening the door with his little blue spark all along. It didn't have to get out of his brain to move objects, Dash had concluded. Sometimes it would, but not in this occasion, for example.
"You're adorable."
"Go to hell, Dash."
They chuckled before entering the elevator and pressing for the fifth floor.
That was the last time they did that ritual, which had been done 10 years straight now.