Not 'till it's over

Chelsea:"They were my friends. After I..."died"...they didn't waste any time in starting to gossip about me. Even the ones I thought were halfway decent had something to say." I shook my head. "I'm way too trusting of people."

Arlo: "It was the same way with me, only I was there, having it screamed at my face." I shrugged. "I have a tough skin." I said.

Chelsea: "Well, I was there, but they didn't realize it." I notice I'm getting awfully close to spilling my secrets to Arlo, whom I hardly know. What can I do to change the subject? His leg is already covered up and there's hardly anything in a cave worth talking about.

Arlo: I rolled my leg and a rock dug into where the wound was. I winced. Appaerantly, the pain receptors still worked. "Damn indestuctablitly won't work with wounds." I mutted towards my leg. I reluctantly brought my eyes back up, scanning the cave and then looking back at Chelsea.

Chelsea: I gritted my teeth, imagining the pain. I could imagine, having been showered in glass shards, but it still would be a horrible pain. Then I heard his mutterings. "Indestructibility?"

Arlo: I blinked. "Yeah." I said. "I've been graced with that and immortality. Now, I can't die no matter how pained I am." I said, showing the bittersweet side of my powers.

Chelsea:"You want to die?" My brow furrows "I've done everything I can to live. Like studied that liquid from my vial that keeps my blood flowing. And eluded the scientists." Why would anyone want to die?, I think.

Arlo: I perked up, alarmed. "No!" I shook my head. "I never said i wanted to die. I just meant, that no matter what happens, no matter how much I wanted to, which I don't, I can't die." I explained.

Chelsea:"Oh, okay, it would be odd if you wanted to die, after all. And then you said something about immortality," That was a concept I didn't quite understand, that somewhat scared me. I looked up into his eyes skeptically. "How old are you?"

Arlo: I swallowed and then looked down. "I was born in 1826." I said, letting her figure out the math. It was a lot easier telling her than saying my real age.

Chelsea: "Oh, that makes you..." My eyes widened slightly as I calculated, then gulped. I had thought that Arlo was good-looking, even flirted with him. But that would mean I had flirted with an old man. My blood went cold and I felt a little nauseas.

Arlo: My face went serious and I withdrew farther to the wall, away from Chelsea. "You can leave... I wouldn't be offended. I'm old metally, but physically, I'm still 17." I explained.

Chelsea: "No, that wouldn't be a very decent thing to do. And it's not like you're a bad person because of your age." I brought my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them, wanting to feel protected. I hadn't been able to bring myself to call him a 'bad guy' instead of 'bad person' because 'guy' usually referred to someone my own age. Someone on my level.

Arlo: "Clearly, you're uncomfortable with me being ancient, so I swear you can leave, I wouldn't hold it against you." I said. "The thing with immortality, is that you don't age. I'm literally 17 years old. I'm stuck in a rip in the fabric of time. My body thinks it still 1826." I explained with more detail. "My mind had passed, though. I'm wise beyond my years. I'm smarter and sharper." I finished. "Still, you're uncomfortable." I concluded by her body language.

Chelsea: "When you put it that way it doesn't sound as creepy at all." I say sincerely. I had been thinking he was aging inside, and staying young looking, which is the same thing but makes Arlo sound like a creeper. "But when you initially said it, I was uncomfortable because..." My cheeks turned pink as I thought of how I found it weird I was flirting with an old man. I shake my head "Never mind."

Arlo: "Wait, now I need to know why you're uncomfortable." I smiled and stretched out my leg.

Chelsea:"No, I don't think you do." I shook my head quickly and spotted his leg. Distraction, distraction, distraction. "Hm, do you think that you wound needs to be treated again? I have more medicine." I held out my vial, hoping to distract him with pain-killers.

Arlo: "Nah, it doesn't hurt that much." i said. "What hurts is the curiosity that's killing me over your answer." I said, looking at her with my 17 year old eyes.

Chelsea: I sigh then smile slightly. "Fine, if you really must know. The reason was that I found it odd that I could be so attracted to a hundred-" My voice cracks a little on the number. "something-year-old man."

Arlo: I blushed. "Attracted, aye?" I asked, happily. "Too bad that I ruined it, telling you about how wise and smart I am." I said, feinging disappointment. And I like being called a man... Most people called me a boy or teen.

Chelsea: I smiled at his blush. "Yeah you pretty much blew it, and now you'll have to wait another couple hundred years for some other girl to come along." I shrugged. In the back of my mind I'm thinking how odd that sounds, the waiting another couple hundred years part, I mean. Any normal human would only have one hundred years to live max. They'd have to find someone special in that stretch of time. A thought crosses my mind and I look up and bite my lip. "You know, I wonder if I've become immortal, too. Ever since my death I haven't grown or changed a bit, I've kept track. And that was almost a year ago. Maybe the scientists did more than preserve my body..." My words trail off, thinking how far-fetched the idea is, then getting chills because it sounds only too real.

Arlo: I nodded. "Maybe I won't tell them when I was born." I smirked. I listened to her idea and smiled. "That would be amazing." i said, fascinated at the scientific process it would include. Science had been my strong suit.

Chelsea:"Well, it's just an idea but it makes sense to me. The only thing that's even kept my blood flowing is the liquid in that vial. And all that happens if I don't take it is that the blood stops, but I can still hear, smell, feel, and taste as though nothing is wrong." My eyes sparkle at the idea.

Arlo: "Can you talk when you don't take it?" I asked, following along. It would be a cool idea to hang around another immortal, even if their means of gaining immortality was different then mine. I would love it.

Chelsea: I nod, deep in thought. "I just wonder if there are any side-effects, the longest I've gone off the medicine was a day." I focus in on the vial, trying to decide whether it would be worth a try to go off of it for awhile.