Willow finished showering, and changed his clothes. He stood in front of the mirror, his hands on either side of the sink, staring into it. He lifted the towel around his neck and rubbed it into his hair, drying it off before throwing it aside. He changed his sheets next and flipped his mattress. The side he'd been on was drenched and gritty from drying sweat. He carried all the clothes and sheets to the laundry room, before a servant, a young lady with short brown hair and clear blue eyes, took them from him, offering to do them. Willow nodded, deciding not to press the matter. "It's kind of embarrassing, but... Thank you. I hope you weren't too affected by the vines this morning." He left the laundry room, and ran into Lydia in the hallway.
"Oh, Willow," she looked away from him, awkwardly. "There you are," she muttered under her breath, thinking to herself, trying to work up the nerve to apologize, or to ask him his name, or anything. "I... uh... I didn't know you manipulated plants," she started, crossing one leg over the other, staring down at her feet.
Willow tilted his head. "Yeah?... well, you never asked either. It's where my name came from. The first plant I ever manipulated was a willow tree in my back yard. Until it got cut down, I guess..." The conversation was a bit tense and Willow didn't understand why she had stopped him to talk.
"Oh... I see," Lydia muttered again, looking at her feet. "Um... so, after, the thing... I got to thinking and I thought... we've been... working together for a long time. How long has it been? Three and a half years?"
"Halfway through my first semester, you saved my life from a senior villain." Willow prompted.
Lydia looked up at him, puzzled. "I did?"
Willow looked puzzled now. "Yeah, you did. You don't remember?" Lydia shook her head. "Oh. Well, I was cornered downtown by a fire-type and I was pretty sure he was going to wreck me,"
"Oh, wait," Lydia thought a moment. "Hey, yeah. I remember fighting that guy. He was real waif-y, wasn't he? Skinny but batshit. Like... a starving wolf, kind of. So hey, wait. That kid who was on the ground, that was you?" She frowned. "That kid was a hero though. He told me."
"Was a hero..." Willow crossed his arms. "He changed his mind."
Lydia was silent a moment. "Oh."
"Yeah."
There was a few moments of silence as Lydia processed the information she'd just recieved. She hesitated again. "So, what's your name, anyway? I'm getting tired of calling you Willow."
Willow, almost without even realizing it, brightened visibly at the question, seeming excited to hear the question from her. "Joshua. Josh is okay."
"... Joshua, huh? ... Alright. I can live with that." Lydia muttered under her breath.
"I did want to apologize for this morning too though. I'm going to apologize to Adrian when I see him too... I don't usually have bad dreams like that, I don't know what was wrong with me. It must have been a doozy because I haven't lost control of my powers, sleeping or waking for a few years..." Josh hesitated. "I'm just glad that the only seeds I had on me were my creeping vines. It would have been bad if I'd had some of the other ones. So... I'm sorry that I attacked you like that. I don't know what came over me."
"I'm curious about this girl you were talking about. What's the deal with that again?" She frowned.
Josh looked straight at Lydia, his brows knit. "... I'm sorry. What girl? Dillon?"
Lydia stared back at him. "No, not Dillon. The one on your phone?"
Josh pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking through it. After a moment of fruitless searching, he looked back up at Lydia. "Sorry. I guess I don't remember." he slipped it into his pocket again.
Somehow, Lydia felt disconcerted by Josh's memory lapse. "Oh... you were freaking out about it this morning. You were saying something about a girl at the junior villains matches and you took a picture of her and..." she trailed off, noting the blank look on Josh's face.
He looked back through his photos again, frowning. "No, there's no pictures of any girls on here. I don't just take pictures of girls like that. I'm not a creep."
"Oh... Well, I'm getting ready to go to the sophomore competition. Do you want to come?" Lydia asked.
A look of pure terror flashed across Josh's face for a moment before it disappeared, leaving him with a confused look on his face. "Uh... y-yeah... I'll go. I just need a few moments to get ready."
There's definitely something wrong with him. He doesn't remember anything about this morning? Lydia frowned to herself, watching Josh go into his room.