“Caleb! Caleb!” I shake his shoulders until he stirs and groans.
“What?” He moans sleepily.
“Caleb! It’s important! I need to tell you something!” I reply. He groans louder.
“Can’t you tell me in the morning?” He rolls over and buries his head in the pillow. I glare and then jump on him. He grunts hard.
“No! I can’t! You need to get up now!” I sit on him, smacking him with the pillow. It was how I used to get him up for school when we were younger; it still works even seven years later.
“Louise! Get off of me!” He throws his arm up and knocks me off the bed. I hit the floor hard but I don’t give up. I stand up again and glare at him.
“Fine then. I won’t tell you about the Raven Boy and how he’s,” I lower my voice so our parents can’t hear. “And how he’s just like me.” At the mention of my power, Caleb’s ears prick up and he lays there for a few seconds, his breathing suddenly quiet. Finally he rolls over, sits up and stares at me.
“Like you? What the hell are you on about?”
We sit on the hill again. It’s where we always go when we want to talk to each other without others listening in. It’s where we always end up and I don’t really mind it.
For once, I don’t complain about how wet the grass is as we sit down and look at each other. I don’t complain about the way he glances at the stars as I take my time to explain what happens. I don’t complain about the way he just stares at me like I’m a stranger when I mention that I shot a Watcher. I don’t complain about anything; I just talk.
I talk about the dream I had and how realistic it was. I talk about how the Raven Boy and his Raven appeared in my dream out of nowhere and were completely different to how I wanted them to be when I tried to change my dream. I talk about the way when he was shot, he got straight back up again and how his bird didn’t help him when he did get hurt. I talk about everything and not once does he interrupt. He just sits there and listens.
“Isn’t that weird though? Why didn’t his bird help him?” I question but Caleb rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think that’s the real question here.” He tells me quietly. “What I think the real question is how did you see his face and lips move in a dream? In a dream, you never see the person’s real face or see their lips move. I learnt about it in science.” I roll my eyes.
“Well maybe your science class is wrong. Maybe you can see their lips move and they’re just testing to see who is smart enough to see through their lies!” I tell him but he just glares.
“Think about it, Louise! You said it felt so realistic! What happens if it was real? What happens if you were in some sort of parallel universe that makes you see other people with the same thing as you do? That’s how you met the Raven Boy! He could be one of you! You could meet up with him again and see if he knows anything about this gift!” He sounded excited. Desperate almost. I stare at him, taken aback. He’s more eager to find about my gift more than I am and I’m the one with it.
“What do you mean meet up with him? It’s not exactly text messaging where I scroll through a contact list and select his name to see him again! It was a onetime thing! Frankly, I bet I’ll never meet him again!” His face drops.
“You’re so negative, L.” He grumbles but I don’t care. I probably won’t even see Raven Boy again so what’s the big deal about trying to meet up again? I don’t even know if he’s in this Dome. I’ve never seen him before … Yet again, it is quite a big Dome. I haven’t met a lot of people … and he did say we’d meet again …
“Whatever. I’m tired now. Let’s go back.” I get up to leave but he reaches out and grabs my arm.
“So what? We aren’t even going to talk about the man you shot?” He hisses but I roll my eyes and dismiss him.
“I didn’t shoot him! It was a dream!” I tell him stiffly. “And besides, I was protecting myself. Would you rather them shoot me?” He falls silent as I grin, proudly. “I didn’t think so. Now, pass me that torch. I can’t see where I’m going.”