It really wasn’t because Amelia didn’t trust Gio with her secrets. It was actually the other way around. She trusted him so much; she literally told him the first time she actually got her period before she even told her mother! She told him things she wouldn’t tell anyone. Well, things that was really important to her anyways. So telling him about her powers was like trying to explain to a unbeliever that there were ghosts living in her house. She didn’t think he would believe her and then start to make fun of her because of saying something silly. And it wasn’t like Amelia to be serious anyways.
Telling her parents about her powers would floor them or either thinks she was making it. Knowing them they would believe the latter. So telling them anything was out of the question. Gio was the best candidate because she trusted him out of everyone that she has known. Plus, she has known him for so long they were practically siblings – in her eyes, anyways.
Scary thought to think her period could literally make things worse now that she had a general idea what was going on with her. There was a side to her that still didn’t believe this conversation was happening. Every other second, Amelia wanted to say “you’re shitting me right now, right?” But she didn’t want to. Making a fool out of herself was the one thing she never wanted to do. Yeah, she does it every so often, but it makes people laugh as well as herself. In this situation… she wouldn’t be laughing from the heart.
And who could she tell her powers about now? There was Sasha. But how would she react to it? Amelia was mentally going over that thought as she finished her drink. The empty glass soon joining it’s brothers near the end of the table. Before she could say anything to what Gio said, the waiter came back and picked up the empty dishes as well as giving them their check.
Once he was gone, Amelia let out a heavy sigh and gave Gio a gentle smile. “You are the first person I told this about, just so you know. I guess telling my other friends won’t be so hard. But I hope they react like you did.” She added then, staring at the check while she said it. The little itch of fear clawed at the back of her neck as she thought of – let’s say Sasha – telling them that she could create electricity and then try to demonstrate it… would they freak out and then call her a freak? She is used to the word, but who knows if she would like it with a bit fear laced with it.
“Maybe it will take longer to show? Boys do develop slower than girls do,” she teased with a grin to show with her words.