First Superhero 1: The Second Super by Logan Rutherford Page B

would somehow end the world at any moment. Then that feeling was replaced with the feeling of duty and pride whenever my powers manifested. Only to be replaced by the feeling of pain and eventually betrayal by the people I was just trying to help.
    But now, driving to meet up with my friends before a party, I felt like a normal teenager. A normal human being . I forgot how nice it felt, and I was glad that Dad insisted I go. I definitely wanted and needed a small break. It's not like I had much of a choice, though. The government had their eye out for me, so laying low for a little bit was my best option anyways. I couldn't stop Richter and the U.S. Government, at least that's the excuse I told myself to keep me from feeling guilty.
    After another twenty minutes of driving and singing along with the radio, I reached Macy's apartment. She buzzed me in, and I rode the elevator to the seventh floor. I knocked on the door of her apartment, and forgot about everything once she opened the door and I was once again face-to-face with the woman I was very much in love with.
    “Hi,” she said in a small voice. “Come in.” She stepped aside, and I stepped in.
    “How are you?” I asked.
    “I'm doing well,” she said as she walked out of the foyer. I followed close behind.
    “Hey, Kane,” Madeline said from the kitchen where she poured a protein shake into a bottle.
    “Hey,” I said. I pointed at the shake. “Going for a run?”
    Madeline chuckled. “Stop acting like you're interested in what I'm doing. I know why you're here,” she said with a sly smile and nodded toward Macy.
    Macy's face turned almost as red as her hair. She shot Madeline a death glare. “Don't you have a workout to go to?”
    Madeline grabbed her shake, and walked around the kitchen counter. “Alright, alright!” She gave me a pat on the arm as she walked by. “Good to see you, Kane.” She shot a knowing smile to Macy, and walked out the door.
    “Sorry about my sister,” Macy said from her seat on the couch. She fumbled with her hands, nervous.
    “Don't be,” I told Macy as I walked behind the couch. I leaned on its back. “She's right,” I said before I could stop myself. I had no idea what I was doing, and tried stopping myself before the next words came out. It was like I was on autopilot though. “The main reason I'm here is to see you, because I think you're amazing.”
    Shit.
    What did I just do.
    “Really?”
    I opened my mouth but no words came out. Now I was forcing myself to say something, though. I couldn't go back now. It was all or nothing. “Really. And I'm, like, 99 percent sure you feel the same way.”
    Macy looked up at me, her eyes sparkling as she blushed. “Well, I mean, you're not wrong.” She looked back down at her hands.
    I smiled bigger than I ever had before, and that's saying something, all things considered. I felt as if I was floating on air, and my whole body felt warm.
    Then I looked down and realized that I actually was floating an inch of the ground. I quickly stopped and fell quietly back to the ground.
    “So you do like me?” I asked.
    Macy nodded her head. “Yeah, I do.”
    It took a lot of self-control to not take off flying across the globe. I had no idea why I didn't say something sooner. It was so easy. I was just afraid to, I guess. But now, I had a confidence that I didn't have before. Is that considered a superpower? Could I be like Yes, I have super-strength, speed, hearing, and super-confidence?
    “Why didn't you say anything earlier?” I said with a chuckle as I walked around the couch and sat down next to her.
    She looked at me with her mouth open, trying to find the words. “I was just afraid, I guess?” Her gaze wandered to the ceiling of her apartment.
    “I was afraid, too. But what were you scared of?”
    Macy took a moment before responding. When she did, however, it came in a flood. “I guess I just don't know where everything is headed. I mean, I still don't. We don't know