Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads. Who: Myra & her mother (NPC) Where: Myra's house When: 10am What: Myra finally realizes the truth, thanks to her mother.
Sunlight washed the kitchen in a golden glow as Myra pilfered around in the cupboards. She was currently hunting the elusive s'more poptart. Though the carnivorous poptart eater, Blake, probably consumed the last of them. If that was the case, she was going to run into his room and assault him with the supersoaker. It would be the most glorious of paybacks.
Myra was snickering to herself as her mother walked into the room, an eyebrow arched at her daughter's internal amusement.
"What's so funny?" Her mother asked.
Myra jumped at the sound of her mother's voice. She turned around quickly, a surprised look still on her face. "Oh! Uh... nothing!" She laughed nervously.
That only made Amelia's eyebrow arch higher. "Anyways. You said you wanted to talk to me about something, what is it?" She said as she sat down at the kitchen table and patted the seat next to her.
Oh boy. Myra thought as she sat down. How would she even begin? This whole Psalm ordeal was so incredibly confusing, but she wanted her mother's opinion on the whole mess. So yeah. There was no getting out of explaining everything.
"Yeah." Myra said as she set her head on her crossed arms. "It's about Psalm."
Amelia's face lit up at the name of Myra's long time friend. "Oh! How's he doing?"
"He's doing good, I think. But uh..." She paused in an attempt to draw out the inevitable. "So... we went to Charlie's party last night."
"Oh?" Amelia smiled knowingly. Hello. Empathic psychic. She already knew what Myra was feeling, but decided to help her figure it out without just blurting it out at that moment. "Did something interesting happen?"
Myra's face went red. Oh, I just held his hand. Awkwardly. And then I called him a woman because I'm nice like that. She would never be that blunt with her mother, though she would probably find it amusing. "I guess you could say that. Look." She looked up at her mom, her face the very picture of confusion. "I don't know what's going on between me & Psalm. A bunch of weird stuff happened last night and I really need your help figuring out what's wrong with me."
Amelia laughed hard at that. Oh, to be a teenager again. "Hun, there is nothing wrong with you. I promise. But I will listen carefully and try to help you."
"I don't know about that..." Myra really did think there was something wrong with her. What with all the butterflies and wanting to hold Psalm's hand. But of course, she was oblivious as usual. She put her head up on her hand as she talked. "I think Psalm and I held hands."
"What?" Amelia laughed harder at the confused look on her daughter's face. "You think you held hands, huh?"
"Mom!" The young earth elemental did not appreciate her mother's teasing. Everything came out in a big jumble of words. "I'm being serious! Our fingers weren't laced together or anything at first and Psalm didn't say that he wanted me to let go. But then I actually did lace our fingers together and he ran off. Mom, I don't know what's up with that. We talked over our journals later, but I told him that he has boobs." She took a deep breath. "I think there's something wrong with me."
The older woman sat there and listened intently, taking note of the various emotions that flowed through Myra as she spoke. Poor thing still didn't realize her feelings. Amelia gave her daughter's back a soothing rub as she spoke. "Things will be just fine, dearest. So calm down. I highly doubt that he enjoyed you saying he has boobs. Boys tend to be pretty defensive of their masculinity."
"But I call Blake a girl all the time." Myra looked up at her with a pitiful face.
Amelia couldn't help but laugh. "And he gets extremely angry, doesn't he?"
Myra nodded at that. She did have a point. "Ugh. I don't know, mom. I've just missed Psalm so much and I'm scared that he won't want to talk to me again. All because I called him a girl."
"Oh hun. I don't think anything will ever separate the two of you. You've been two peas in a pod since you were tiny, so something little like this won't ruin everything. Okay?" She smiled comfortingly.
A sigh escaped Myra's lips as she buried her head in her arms again. Everything was way too confusing. "Mom?"
"Yes?" Amelia asked.
Myra took a deep breath before she continued. This upcoming question was what she really wanted an answer to. "I feel weird around him now. I don't know what it is, but... I don't know."
Amelia crossed one of her legs over the other and turned toward her daughter. "What do you mean by weird?"
"I don't know." Myra sighed again. "Well. I get these weird feelings whenever I'm around him! I feel like I'm going to throw up and I always push some subjects too hard." Like the manties thing. "And when I held his hand, I didn't want to let go. I don't know. Maybe I just missed him a lot and I'm scared he's going to stop talking to me again?"
"It could be that." Amelia said as she looked at Myra. "But I think it might just be something else."
Myra looked up at her mother, extremely confused now. "What do you mean?"
"Well, I had similar things happen to me whenever I liked a boy." She gave her daughter a pat on the back.
Myra sat completely still, a look of horror on her face as she looked at her mother. "What?!"
"Myra. Calm down." Her mother said.
"No, no. I don't like him. I just have the flu or something." Myra was starting to panic now.
Amelia arched an eyebrow at that. "A flu bug that makes you want to hold Psalm's hand."
"Exactly." Myra said, her nose up in the air.
"Myra." Amelia sighed before she continued. "You can't lie to me. I know what you're feeling." She pointed to Myra's heart and then back at hers. "That's the thing with being empathic. I feel what you feel. And I'm not kidding when I tell you that you like him. That's how things always start. Anyways, it's about time. Your father and I have always wondered how long it would take before you two got together."
Got together?! Myra panicked even more at that. "Mom!!" She yelled in anguish. "Don't tell me these things! It's just the flu!" Her head hit the kitchen table with a loud 'thunk'.
"Myra Fae!" Amelia said as she put her hand underneath her daughter's forehead. "Be careful with your head!"
"I don't want to be careful! Everything is all turned around, mom!" Myra said in a pitiful voice, her whole body slack in defeat. "I don't know what to do..."
Amelia sighed and smoothed her daughter's hair out of her face. "Hun. All you have to do is be yourself. Being around Psalm makes you happy, right?"
Myra nodded. It was true. She loved being around Psalm.
"Then what's the problem?" Her mother asked her.
The earth elemental gave a shrug as she looked up at her mother. "I don't want to ruin things."
Amelia could understand her daughter's fears. She went through a similar thing with Myra's father. "You won't ruin things, hun. Psalm cares about you, even if he's bad at showing it." And she knew it was true. The boy probably avoided Amelia because he couldn't hide the truth from her. Amelia had fought hard to keep Psalm with them, but the boy continued to refuse and then ended up with that horrid Olivia lady. Oh yes, she did some research on that woman.
"I don't want him to go away, mom." Myra whispered, her eyes starting to fill with tears. What was up with all this crying lately?
"Myra. He won't go anywhere. You never let him." Amelia laughed at the last part.
Myra couldn't help but laugh at that too. She sat up and hugged her mother. "Thank you for talking with me even though I feel more panicked than I did before."
Amelia chuckled as she hugged her back and kissed her forehead. "You're welcome, dear. Things will get better. You just keep being there for him. Things will work themselves out eventually. Just give it time."
The teenager nodded as she got up from the table. "I'm going to steal the poptarts back from Blake's room."
"Don't be too rough with him, he's sensitive." Amelia warned.
Oh, if only Blake was there to hear that. He would've flipped his lid. Myra smiled and left the kitchen, fully intending to start an all out war with her little brother. This way, she wouldn't have to think too much about what her mother had just told her. Everything was changing and she didn't know how to handle it.
"For the s'mores!" She yelled as she busted down her brother's door.
"MOM!!" Blake's terrified voice echoed through the house. Oh yeah, it was on.