Wild Magic 29

We had a surprisingly good evening, and when Tim and I got up to leave, Dad got up and shook his hand.

“Thank you, Tim. Although it was inadvertent, we have intruded into your date, and you handled it very well. This has been a wonderful evening, and I believe most of the credit for that goes to you and Emily.”

“Um, well, thanks, sir.” He said, chuckling. “It has been a lot of fun, and since the object was to provide Emily with a date that was different, this seems to have been a success!”

We made our farewells and headed to Tim’s car. I was holding Tim’s hand in mine and I squeezed it-just a little-and smiled. “It has been a fantastic date, Tim, and there is only one small problem, now.”

“Problem? What problem?” He almost looked panicked.

“How do you plan to top it on the next date?” I said with a smile.

“Give me a chance, Emily. I’ll find someway to top this!” He promised, chuckling.

I was more than willing to let him try! He opened the door so that I could get into the car, then he walked around and got behind the wheel. We headed out towards my house. It was only 10:30, and I knew he had every intention of stopping and-Ahem!-“talking” for a while.

We were on the main road when it happened. I saw the buck as it came running across a field toward the highway. I turned to warn Tim.

“There’s a large buck, running towards us.”

“Thanks, I see him.”

He started to slow down, but what neither of us had seen was the doe, standing next to the road. Something, probably the buck, spooked her and she jumped onto the roadway almost directly in front of us. Tim slammed on the brakes, and we began to slide sideways, and my side rushed toward the doe.

I had no time to think, only react. I teleported both deer across the highway and “reached out” grabbing Tim’s car and bringing it to a halt, while cushioning Tim and I from the sudden stop. We sat there, trying to catch our breath, while our hearts slowly came down to a normal speed. Mentally, I was pulling any free magic back into my body, but I knew I was in trouble.

“Holy sh-How did you do that?” Tim asked. Oh, how I wish I had knocked him out before I did my stuff, but it was too late. Crap.

“Tim, find us a place to talk privately, please. Understand, I’m going to be in a lot of trouble because of this, but I will be absolutely honest about it, as soon as we park, okay?”

He nodded, but I could see in his racing thoughts that he was confused and worried. We parked in the trees by my house, and I settled back in my seat. The only thing keeping me from freaking out was my vision that Tim and I were destined to be together. Still, this was going to be difficult.

I took a deep, calming breath. Here goes nothing, I thought.

“I don’t know how to say this, except to be completely honest with you and almost brutally direct. I would have preferred to have the chance to ease you into this, but that option’s gone, now.

Tim, I’m a witch. Because of a mutation many, many generations ago, the women of a small group of families have developed the ability to manipulate things-to perform magic.” I watched, both with my eyes and my mind, to see how Tim was dealing with it. So far, he seemed to be fairly relaxed. He was holding my hand, so I knew he wasn’t freaking out too much.

“There are a lot of rules about using magic, both for our protection and to limit the exposure of magic to the world. I was planning to tell you about me after we got to know each other better, and I hope I’ll still have a chance to get to know you. I realize this is a shock, but please, believe me, we aren’t anything like what the stories say.”

“I know that the stories got at least one thing wrong. You’re not ugly, and I don’t think you’re evil. I don’t know how I know it, but I know I can trust you. Thank you for being honest with me.”

“Umm, about that...” Oh, God. I knew I had to, but this would be very, very hard. “I’m very afraid of what you will say about this, but I promised to be honest. I’ll understand if you hate me after this, I mean, I’ll be very sad and disappointed, but I will understand.

“I’ve actually only been like this for a short time. It was purely an accident that this happened to me, but it did, it’s permanent and complete. I was very different from the way you see me until recently.”

He smiled. “What, were you an ugly old crone?”

“Worse.” I said, closing my eyes against the tears, but I couldn’t hold them all back. “Tim, I used to be a guy.”

He laughed at first, but when he saw my tears, he stopped. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah.” God, I must look awful! “There’s something called ‘wild magic’ and it was attracted to me, because someone had previously cast a spell on me. It hit me like a bolt of lightning, and I woke up a few days later, looking like this. It isn’t just how I look, it’s a complete change. I am a real girl, with all the feelings, fears and periods that go with it. I didn’t think I would ever find guys attractive, but then I met you, and...”

“I remember that,” he said quietly. “You were so withdrawn at first, I thought that maybe you might have been on something, and then, when I saw some of the guys were hassling you, I felt a pull, like I had to step in. Did you do that?”

“No, honest! I didn’t even know you were there until you told them to move.” My tears started again. “I’d better go, Tim. I hope you can forgive me, but I can see how it would be hard to trust me.”

I got out of the car, but I hadn’t even made it 10 feet when he ran in front of me.

“That’s not fair! You have to give me my chance to say something, please?”

I just stood there crying for a few minutes, before I finally nodded.

“Okay, I'm very surprised by this, I’ll admit. It’s just-It’s not exactly something I would have expected.” I just waited for him to tell me how sorry he was, but it was more than he could handle, or something like that. I just hoped he wouldn't hit me.

“Emily, I know we haven’t gone out very much but...I think I love you.”

I think I must have passed out, because the next thing I remember was Tim, kneeling on the ground and holding me, stroking my hair. “Emily, are you all right?”

“I’m not sure. Was it a dream, or did you really say-“

“I love you, Emily. At least, I’m pretty sure that’s what this is. You make me feel so... different, I guess, like sometimes I just don’t want to breathe. I dream about you, I think of you all the time, and my heart makes weird jumps every time I see you. I don’t know how else to explain it, Em.”

“Heartburn,” I said, almost without thinking. “I'm sure Alka Setzer will fix that right up.”

He laughed. “You’re a nut, you know that, right? I never know what you’re going to say, but I love everything that you do say! Remember how you chewed me out for putting myself down? My heart almost burst out of my chest when you told me what you thought of me. I-I almost proposed right then.”

“Now that would have been silly! I figured we’d need at least four dates before you proposed, otherwise I’d look pretty easy when I tell you I would be proud to marry such a wonderful guy.”

We both started to laugh, but then Tim looked at me. “Uhm, did we just, uh, get engaged?”

“I sorta felt like it, didn’t it? H-how would you feel about that?” I asked, hopefully.

He kissed me, and we laughed and kissed again. He looked at me, and his eyes...Wow.

“I love you, Emily Randall.”

“Oh, I love you so much!” I said. I hugged and kissed him, then we stood up and walked back to the car. “You do realize you’re never going to top this date, right?”

“Hmmm. Maybe not right away, but I have every intention of surprising you as much as you surprise me.”

We both laughed. “Tim, I really do love you, but how do we tell people we’re engaged? Everyone is going to think we’re just being silly, and that it will never last.”

“Not my parents. I’ve already told them that I’m going to marry you, and they know I’m completely serious, so this won’t surprise them at all. Now, we do have a lot to discuss, so what’s your schedule like tomorrow?”

“I don’t think I have anything planned...why?”

“So how about a longer date? Maybe go someplace private for a picnic and a lot of talking? I have several questions, like did you have powers when you were Gabe?”

“But I...”

“You used to be a guy that lived at the Randall’s, right? Honey, it’s not real hard to figure that one out.”

“No, I guess it wouldn’t be, would it? Are you okay with that?”

“I proposed, right? I love you, Emily. Now, and forever.”

I was tearing up again, but they were happy tears.

“I’ll pick you up at 9 in the morning, if that’s all right?”

I nodded. “I have some cash, maybe we can...”

“Not to sound like some macho he-man, Em, but I have a lot of money, don’t even worry about it.”

I looked at Tim and smiled.

“Timothy Davies, I want to know how you did it.”

“Uh...did what?”

“I may be a witch,” I said, as I touched his cheek. “But you’ve cast a spell on me.”

He blushed, and held my hand.

“If I didn’t before, I believe in magic, now.” He said, looking at me. "It's either that, or miracles."

Y’know, it’ll be good to get out of the house tomorrow. Mom and Dad are going to FREAK...

But I’m gonna be smiling all night.



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