The Locket

Today was Sunday. We were gathered around the large flat screen in the great room to watch the Patriots play the Raiders. This weekend marked my final puzzle piece; friendship, a bond shared, surrendering trust in them in a way I never thought I was capable of. I missed my parents every day, but I was forever grateful for the gift they had left me. Their spirits created me, attaching me to my new family with friendships sealed so strongly, I knew it could never be broken.

I was chatting with Maggie when I suddenly heard Reese and Logan shouting over the group.

“Dude, did you see that?” Reese yelled, throwing his hand in the air to high-five Logan.

“Hell yeah, I did. That was sick,” Logan yelled before slapping Reese’s hand.

“What, what happened?” I asked loudly, trying to be heard over the testosterone-filled grunting in the room.

“Wilfork just got a pick six,” Logan shouted.

“You’ve got to see this, Claire. Here, check out the replay,” Reese added. “Look at that! Who knew he could run that fast?”

I smiled, remembering the last time Brent and I were here. We discussed football and I offered him a little wager on whether or not Wilfork would have an interception and run it back for a touchdown. I believe Brent said there was greater chances of seeing pigs fly.

I pursed my lips and looked at Brent who was sitting on the couch. He was looking back at me with a wicked smile. “Pay up, Cassidy. I don’t see any pigs flying,” I teased without actually speaking. We learned we could communicate using our minds and practiced it a lot lately. It became our secret way to flirt with one another and I found it incredibly intimate.

Brent’s smile grew wide. I heard his reply in my mind. “Someone cheated, Blake,” he suggested, winking at me.

My cheeks blushed and I bowed my head hoping he wouldn’t see. I never actually told him I had seen the plays in my head during our conversation. My visions had just started and I was not entirely sure at the time that’s what it was.

“The big man’s got skills,” I teased.