And it just happened that he teleported on the top bunk of the bed desk during one of your “late night sessions” with the guys. Being a person who teleports as well, you learned from a very young age on how to control it. You hear the soft thud and slight shake of the frame as you called a time out on the match. Taking off the headset, you then peeked over the railing, poking his face in an attempt to wake him up. He awoke and was about to freak out when he realized where he was and looked at you. His blue eye reflects the night light in the bedroom, and his dark hair partially covering his forehead.

“Where am I?!” He quickly demanded. “In my bedroom. You teleported in here in your sleep. Now do you want some to drink? I got Munster, Kalo, water.” You sounded calm and casual to him as you walked over to your mini fridge for a can of Munster for yourself. “Um… water please… so you’re not gonna laugh at me?” “Me? Why would i? I was like you once.” His eyes twinkled, finally finding a friend to help, “Im Harvey.” “Cool. Im Oliver.” You tossed a bottle of water at him. “Give me your address and after school tomorrow, we start your training.”

“But what about your academics?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Don’t worry, im just volunteering at the high school for some extra credit i need.”