This choice: Stella & Mike go somewhere private together. Stella tells him her true identity. • Go Back... "Um, Stella?"
The embodiment of the entire universe looked up from her desk, Mike looking at her with a slight smile upon his face. She grinned back widely, but toned it down a bit.
Don't want to come on too strong... or I might scare him off. She thought.
"What's up?"Stella asked, getting up from her desk, her meager backpack slung over her shoulder.
In reality, the backpack had nothing in it, but with but a whim she could reach in and conjure up anything required for the mundane tasks that school required.
"You uh... mind eating lunching with me?"
She blinked briefly. The universe had no need for subsistence, but then she remembered that she was trying to be human, and humans had to eat three times a day, every day. Such fragile creatures, tied to their routines, yet interesting as well, which is why she had taken interest in Mike.
"Sure!" She pipped out cheerily.
Mike nodded and motioned for her to follow. He lead her out to the football field, most of the bleachers set up empty and the grassy field bare of any athletes, most of the student body in the cafeteria at the moment. Mike seated himself down in one of the bottom bench rows, patting the spot beside him, and Stella eagerly joined him. Mike pulled a bag lunch from his bag, and Stella pulled one from her bag as well, except hers simply appeared out of thin air when she reached into her sack for it.
"You bring your own lunch too?" Mike asked, opening his bag and pulling out a measly sandwich.
Stella nodded."Cafeteria food is pretty gross."
He chuckled, taking a bite out of the bread and meat. Stella pulled a sandwich out of hers as well, chewing as slowly as possible, this whole 'eating' concept strange and new to a being who never had to thrive on another energy source for her entire existence. It was a rather pleasant experience, actually.
"So..." Stella began, Mike perking up to her voice. "Could I ask you something? Theoretically, of course."
"Sure." The boy nodded after swallowing another bite of his meal.
"What if... in theory... there was this girl, and this girl happened to be really... different. She could do anything she wanted, yet had nobody to share it with."
"...Interesting enough."
"And what if... that girl was me?"
"I'd say she should look somewhere else than the guy sitting beside her. There are definitely plenty of better guys out there to choose from." Mike joked, getting a chuckle out of both of them.
Modesty, one of the many traits I adore about you, Mike.
"So, anything you want, right? What are you, some kind of rich kid?"
"Oh, nothing like that."
"What, your parents don't enforce any rules?"
"Not really."
"Then what do you mean, exactly?"
"I can... control everything and anything to my will. Reality is simply my whims."
"..."
"I can prove it too!" Stella exclaimed, hoping she wasn't about to scare him off. She proves it by... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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