Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-47.200.194.236-20191121212711

This is a short story of why Tinker is... well Tinker. She is telling the story to Dex and it goes from her perspective to his thinking about how their lives are similar and in the end he resolves to go and confess love for Marella! Dexella for the win

Chapter one: Tinker

At first, I didn’t like having the boy around. Does anyone? He has potential though and that’s what counts. That’s why I decided to tell him my story. Happy, right? My childhood was.

I grew up in a nice household with two kind parents. Kariss, the Technopath, and Billee, the Pyrokinetic. This was back when Pyrokentics weren’t banned. When my father was safe to show me the beauty and wonderful tricks of fire. I manifested at a young age, barely 14, as a Technopath to my mothers delight. I was clueless to fires dangers. I’m not now. My father was a joyful man and my mother was a proud inventor. She thought fire could be used in tech, but I don’t know she meant.. bombs. I shudder at the thought. My father infused it and my mother created it. It was my families pride and joy, then my father sold it to some bad people. And everything went wrong.

I wish Dex wouldn’t look at me like that. He doesn’t know what I’ve been through.

Chapter two: Dex

My mouth dropped. Tinker was talking. Not in riddles I mean, she always asked questions instead of answering. I liked her, but she was just so confusing. I’ve never met someone I couldn’t figure out, well besides Sophie. But she’s different. Way different. I don’t even feel like that anymore. That feeling left the second Marella walked in the door. She was fire to my ice, I was the cool to her blaze. We were inseparable. At least that’s what I thought. Until she started staring. Staring at Wylie. I knew he was meant for Linh and Linh only would get his attention. But still it hurt.

I knew I would never be who Marella wanted me to be. Brave like Tam. Funny like Keefe. Sweet like Wylie. I was my own self, and she had to love me for it. She had to accept me for who I was. I started spilling my feelings out to Tinker. She had shared with me after all, it was only just. She never asked one question, and for that I was glad. At the end, she looked me in the eyes. “She loves you, don’t be so hard on yoyrself. Your imagining your faults because you think your not good enough. But you are. And I’d know. Because I’m...”

Too be continued 