I look over at the beautiful brunette lying next to me. Her name is Rebecca, a waitress from the diner. We've only been together for a few weeks, but I think I'm in love. And the sex isn't bad, either.
I get up and walk to the window. Li'l Jo is sitting outside with a saucer of milk that I left for him. This isn't the kind of life that I imagined when I was in that juvenile center. Working in a diner for five bucks an hour plus free meals and living in a run down motel isn't my idea of living.
But it's better than the alternative of living on the streets, wondering where my next meal is coming from. I look over at Rebecca and lye back down. She doesn't know about my past, or my powers. I want to keep it that way.
There have been rumors from some of the bums that loiter around the back alley at the diner. They say the government's out to round up all the metas. That there's some sort of secret project going on that only the major people in Washington know about.
I don't give a damn about that if it's true, as long as they leave me alone. I've got a girl, a job, a home, and through strange luck, a pet. It's not the life I imagined, but it's better than my old life.
I push aside the hair hanging into Rebecca's face and nuzzle up to her. I wish we could remain like this forever, but I know better. At least I still have her and Li'l Jo by me.
