Super Nova

People with super powers live among us. One of them works in a comic book shop...


13. Chapter Thirteen

“Remind me again why I’m here helping you paint Colt’s room on my last free weekday.”

I had moved into the flat with Kel only a few days before and there was still some unpacking to do.

Laughing, Seth said, “You’re here because you want to see Colt’s face when he gets back from school and see’s that he no longer has a pink room.”

“Maybe, but when you lured me here on the premise of doing something nice for Colt I didn’t realise it would involve painting,” I replied applying another layer of green paint to the wall. “I think this is actually slave labour.”

“Slave labour,” Seth repeated amused. “Well seeing as you’re a slave you won’t get a break then.”

Gasping in faux shock I flicked my paintbrush at Seth, splattering his t-shirt with green. “You’re such a slave-driver.”

“No wasting the paint,” said Seth dipping his brush in more paint. “It doesn’t grow on trees you know.”

“But your t-shirt looks so much better now,” I replied cheekily.

Seth arched an eyebrow, his hazel eyes mischievous. “I think your top would look better with a splash of green.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” I moved away from him, my back very close to the wet wall.

Smirking Seth asked, “Did you just dare me?”

“No.” Raising my brush in front of me, I said, “Don’t even think about it, Seth. This is one of my favourite tops.”

“You should have thought about that before, shouldn’t you?”

Stepping forwards, Seth advanced on me. I moved backwards and touched the wall. My arms and the back of my t-shirt were now covered in wet, and rather cold, paint.

Sighing I examined the green part of my arm. “You totally owe me a new . . .”

I didn’t get to finish my sentence because Seth was suddenly kissing me. I was so surprised that I froze and did nothing to stop Seth from drawing me closer. One of his hands was holding the back of my head while the other gripped my hip. When I was able to move again I dropped my paintbrush and I wrapped my arms around Seth’s neck, kissing him back. His lips tortured mine and he left me breathless. I gasped for air as Seth kissed my neck. A hand slid under my top and brushed my skin. Resting my head on Seth’s shoulder I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I almost expected it to burst through my chest. Seth tipped my chin so that I was looking into his eyes. He was gazing at me intently.

“You’re covered in paint,” I whispered, still out of breath.

“So are you.” Seth teased my bottom lip with his thumb. “Nova, can I kiss you again?”

Smiling I replied, “I would like that very much.”



Sunday was my favourite day of week because it was the only day that I ever got a lie in. So you can imagine how annoyed I was when someone woke me up early.

“Go away,” I said when something cold and wet touched my cheek. Pulling the duvet higher over my head I squeezed my eyes shut.

Something heavy with soft fur slid under the covers and nuzzled my chin. A meow nearly deafened me. I opened my eyes with a jolt.

“Colt?” I asked sleepily.

Bright green eyes were staring at me. I glanced at the clock. It was nearly eight o’clock.

Rubbing my eyes, I said, “What’s going on?”

Colt silently curled up by my neck. I stroked him absently. I was just about to fall back asleep when I realised why Colt was there.

“Do you want me to go to the cemetery with you?” Feeling Colt nod, I said, “Alright, let me get dressed.”



Seth and Colt’s parents were buried in a small cemetery on the edge of town. Colt and I were the only living people there. We were stood in front of their gravestone. Sonya and Nolan Evershall had died four years previous in a tragic car accident. Seth had been sixteen and Colt nine.

“Thank you for coming with me, Nova,” said Colt, clutching my hand tightly.

Drawing him close I kissed his head. “You’re welcome sweetie. Where’s Seth?”

Colt shrugged. “I think he’s with Zane.”

I resisted the urge to sigh. Zane had a lot to answer for. It had been partly his fault that things between me and Seth had turned sour.

“Do you want to get lunch after this?”

Colt nodded and we stood there for a while longer.



We didn’t see Seth until the evening. I had taken Colt back to his home and helped him with some homework. We had just eaten a late dinner when Seth teleported into the living room. He seemed surprised to see me.

“Nova, what are you doing here?” he asked, shrugging off his jacket.

“I’ve been looking after Colt,” I replied, trying to keep my annoyance at Seth out of my voice; he was always emotional on the anniversary of his parents’ deaths.

Running a hand through his short hair, Seth said, “Colt, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realise how long I was gone.”

Colt thanked me for spending the day with him before disappearing to his room. Seth’s shoulders slumped and he rubbed his eyes. I went over to him.

“Are you alright?” I asked, placing a hand on his muscular arm.

Gazing at me, Seth grabbed my hand before leading me to his bedroom. He closed the door behind us.

“Seth . . .”

I was pressed to the wall as Seth’s lips met mine. His kisses were passionate and full of need. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me. Tugging me over to the bed, Seth pulled me down and we fell onto the bedcovers. His fingers unbuckled my belt.

“Wait,” I said breaking away. Breathing heavily I shook my head. “Not now, not like this.”

Seth’s hazel eyes were unfocused. “I’m sorry.”

Cupping his cheek I said, “Don’t be. I know how hard it is for you but this is not the way to cope with your grief. Talk about them, Seth. It will help.”

“Talk about them,” he repeated quietly, his eyes filling with tears. “I . . . I can’t.”

“Yes you can. If you won’t talk to me about them then talk to Colt.”

Turning away, Seth said, “Colt . . . how can I talk to him about our parents when it should have been me that died and not them?”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” He gave a sob. “Colt needs someone to look after him and I don’t know how.”

Hugging Seth I kissed him on the cheek. “You’re doing okay so far.”

“Okay?” He laughed bitterly. “Colt deserves better than me. I hardly spent any time with him. I can’t be a parent to him.”

“Then be his big brother, Seth.”

Resting his forehead on mine, he replied, “It felt more like a family when we were together. Can you stay here tonight?”

“Sure, shall we get ready for bed?”

Seth teleported me home quickly and I picked up some pyjamas as well as my toothbrush. Colt was stood outside the bathroom when I exited it.

“You’re sleeping here tonight?” asked Colt, taking in my star pyjamas.

“Yes I am. Do you want to join us?”

Colt brushed his teeth and I took him into Seth’s bedroom. It appeared that Seth had fallen asleep. He looked quite peaceful. Colt lay in the middle and smiled at me. I wrapped an arm around him.

“Goodnight, Colt.”

“Goodnight, Nova.”

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