Breathless

Chapter 3: Truth or Dare

Willow's POV (3rd person)

We were 14 when we first learned that we could read each other's minds. I still remember that day...

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It was a rare stormy day in The small town of Wilton, California, and Jane and I were holed up in my room. My room wasn't bright pink and sparkly like some girls' were. But contrary to popular belief, it wasn't black either. My walls were different shades of blue, my bedsheets a blue chevron pattern, my carpet a light sandy brown - like the ocean floor. Seashells and starfishes lined aqua blue shelves, which hung over my translucent blue drafting desk. My ceiling was a hand painted mural of the surface of the ocean, making my room look like it was underwater. What can I say? I love water. And the ocean. And blue.

The only things that stood out were my dark brown hair and Jane - her brown ombré hair, white crop top, dark skinny jeans, and black high-top Converse were quite the contrast to my marine bedroom. I was wearing my usual - blue shirt, light blue high-waisted jeans, and my signature pair of dark blue Converse.

As other bored teenagers would do, we decided to play a game of Truth or Dare.
"Ok, you can ask first!" I told Jane, gesturing for her to talk.
"Truth or dare?" She asked.
"Hmmm..." I knew to never pick truth with Jane. She always seemed to want the ugliest secrets.
"Dare!"
"I dare you to read my mind and tell me what I'm thinking." She smirked, knowing full well that she just asked the impossible of me.
"And if I can't?"
"I'll come up with something worse... Say, how about you go up to that one super hot dude - you know, the one with swishy hair - and profess your love for him?" I sighed. Jane and her fascination with the male species.
"Okay, I'll try." I didn't really know how to read minds or anything, so I just trained my eyes on the bubbly girl in front of me and concentrated. Images started popping into my head; images of a beautiful guitar. I couldn't tell if they were actually from Jane, or if my brain just gave me some random pictures to fill my empty brain. Well, it's worth a try.
"A guitar?" I asked her, skeptic.
Her mouth dropped open.
"How the crap did you know?!?" She screamed. Oh man. I got it right.
"Um, I. . . I don't know. These images just kinda popped in my head. . ." I was getting nervous, since she didn't laugh or write it off as a coincidence - just stared at me open-mouthed.
"Wh - What color was it?" She whispered. Taken aback by her question, I took a while to reply.
"Err. . . Black. Black with brown streaks in it."
"Oh my God." She exclaimed slowly.
"Holy shoot nuggets." I agreed just as slowly. I can read minds? What the heck?
"You should try to read my mind," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Maybe we are like telepathic!"
I could tell she wasn't buying it for a second, but she didn't object. A small shrug signaled for me to think of something. I decided to picture Nutmeg, one of my chickens. Her beautiful red feathers were a trademark of her breed, the Rhode Island Red. If Jane could in turn read my mind, she would recognize Nutmeg pretty quickly. She concentrated on me, peering at me like I was a specimen at the lab table, ready for examination. Eyebrows furrowed, gaze intent, Jane opened her mouth to speak.
"Nutmeg?" She whispered. I gasped. I couldn't believe it. How is this happening? How the heck...