I'm sitting with Kane in the car outside my house. Our meeting with the others have long since ended. Now it's time for us to go over the final details of our plan. There's a mixture of worry and excitement in my stomach. On the one hand, this could go horribly wrong but, on the other, it could go all kinds of right. I somehow feel confident but not at the same time. Confused is a feeling that has been following me all week it seems.

"Your friends, none of them will be home tomorrow?" Kane asks.

"Yeah, none of them. Mom is working for some big wedding so she'll be out of the house long before me."

"And you've come up with a sure fire way to keep everyone at the warehouse until the cops get there?"

"If sure fire way means beating the shit out of them then yes."

Kane shakes his head. The furrowed brow tells me he's more nervous about this than I am. I suppose that's understandable. We both could get killed if this goes wrong. His cover could be blown but, he must really believe anyone else getting their hands on me is even worse, otherwise, there would be more cops involved. I'm grateful for his help.

"You do realize they will have guns on them, right?"

I bite my lip and give a hesitant nod.

"Invisible or not, they could land a shot. Have you considered that?"

My shoulders roll as, again, I nod.

"Obviously I can't be handing over a gun to you so, here." Kane leans between the seats to rummage in the back. When he returns, he's holding a black taser that zaps loudly when he presses the button. I jump in shock then stare in confusion when he tries to hand it to me. "Take it. It's better than nothing. I promise this will knock at least one of them out."

"Hopefully that one isn't me," I joke earning me an eye roll from Kane. Still, I take the taser and hold it in my grasp, too nervous to sit it in my lap. The nerves are starting to overtake my confidence. "Listen, I know this plan sucks–"

"It's the worst."

"But, like you said, we can't risk anyone else finding out about me, or you for that matter. Trust me, I've managed to keep myself safe even in fights where I've been outnumbered. I can do this."

Kane runs his hand over his head. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth. We're both worried, that's understandable but we both know this is the only route we can really take. So, with a heavy sigh, he says, "I've already made sure they left all the plans there, even without evidence of the robbery they have warrants out for their arrest so they'll be taken in easily. Make sure to call the cops before you attack with the track phone I got you. Get there early, seal off every exit after they go in."

Again, Kane leans into the back of the car and hands me a bag full of locks and the track phone he talked about. He instructs me to use the locks on the outside of every door and window I can once the others arrive. They likely won't do much against guns but it'll give me more time to disarm them. I send Kane a smile.

"Thanks...for all of this."

"I'd say it's no problem but, honestly, it's been awful." Kane chuckles causing me to do the same.

"It has definitely sucked."

"Listen, I still have no fucking clue how you are the way...you are." Kane waves his hand up and down in my direction. "And, sometimes, I still don't really believe it but, I really do hope this plan works and you can go back to your normal life. I promise to keep my eyes and ears open for any talk about you and I'll do my best to keep it a secret."

"Can I ask why?"

Kane tilts his head to the side in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Why are you keeping it a secret? Say you manage to bring this group down, why not tell everyone about me afterwards?"

"Why would I do that, even if there was a chance they'd believe me?"

"Fame, money, recognition, I don't know. Imagine going to the government and telling them you met a kid that can go invisible. They'd be all over that."

"Do you think so little of me?" Kane frowns causing me to squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. I wouldn't say I think little of him, especially considering what he's risking but...I definitely don't get it. I've always been under the impression that someone would rat me out if given the chance.

"I see no reason I should tell anyone. What's so bad about having an invisible boy protecting our streets?"

"Because that invisible boy is a freak."

"You're different, Micah, that doesn't make you a freak. If anything, it only proves how much you deserve it. You could do terrible things with your abilities but, instead, you're helping people and not getting even a hint of recognition for it. I think we're damn lucky to have someone like you around."

I don't know what to say to that. So much praise, it's not something I'm used to so I end up sitting there in silence. Kane doesn't seem to mind, if anything, he finds it funny because he smiles. Rather than continue on with that discussion though, he changes it back to the issue at hand.

"Milton and the others will likely get annoyed with you being late after five to ten minutes so I will call ten after six to let them know your mom has gone missing. Once that happens, the exits need to have been sealed off and you can take them down. I suggest getting Talley out of the way first. She can be a real handful."

Kane continues on to give me some suggestions on what to do. I listen with rapt attention until we're finished and I'm stepping out of the car. As I'm walking to my front door I can't help but to feel anxious. My legs have turned to jello. I'm surprised I'm even still standing. My heart is racing a mile a minute and everything has become a blur in my vision. I barely make it inside before I'm leaning my weight against the door.

Mom is upstairs taking a shower. I can hear the water running. While she's there, I rummage in her cooking cabinets for some zip ties. It's the only thing I can think of using to tie up those idiots. Mom has them for her many opened baggies. I snag a couple then run up to my room where I practice with the taser, trying to see if I can keep it invisible while using it. Doesn't work, every time I use it both it, and myself, reappear. Sadly, once Mom finishes her shower I have to wait for her to go downstairs to try using it again. Don't really want her to see me using a taser.

My phone goes off. It's a message from Leo asking what I'm up to. There's a brief moment where I ask myself if I want to see him. Tonight I should be trying to focus, really trying to make sure I know what the hell I'm doing tomorrow morning. At the same time, isn't now the best time to go see him?

It's morbid to think about but, there is a possibility that everything could mess up tomorrow and I'll find myself dead in a ditch. The thought makes me sick. My stomach is churning and it's hard to breathe. Sitting on my bed, I feel my skin break out with goosebumps while my mind is reeling. There's this sudden urge to call the whole thing off, just accept my fate and rob the damn bank but I know it's stupid and it goes away in an instant.

Looking to my phone, I read over Leo's text before claiming I'll be waiting on his back porch. I don't wait for a response, instead, going downstairs immediately to put on my shoes. Mom is watching TV, she looks ready to ask if I wanna join until she sees me walking out the backdoor. I imagine she's grinning, probably already aware of where I'm going.

Just as I take a seat on the steps of Leo's back porch, he comes out the door wearing a confused expression. When he sees me sitting there, it grows but he sits beside me anyways. I'm reminded of our near kiss the other day due to the close proximity. Our arms are brushing and his ears are slightly red, likely because he's thinking of the same thing.

"How does it feel to be a free man?" Leo asks. I'm confused until he laughs. "Today was your last day of after school."

"It wasn't too bad. I slept through most of it."

Which is a lie because how could I sleep while knowing I had to meet up with some psychopaths to plan the robbery of a bank but, hey, I'm not telling Leo that.

Leaning back, I grab the soccer ball sitting in the corner of the porch. Leo watches me toss it up and down before spinning it in my hands. I'm doing it only because my hands are starting to shake. The nerves are seriously getting to me. There's a desire to tell Leo what's about to happen tomorrow, tell someone I know in case shit goes horribly wrong.

Suddenly, I want to tell Mom how much I love her, tell Beckett he isn't a complete idiot and I'd miss him if he were gone, give Misty a big hug and ask her to take good care of him, kiss Leo senseless and ask him to go on a date right here and now. Seems I already have an answer to the, "if the world was ending tomorrow, what would you do?" question. I'd spend every second of it with my loved ones since, right now, I don't know if my world will end tomorrow or not.

"Is something wrong?" Leo asks and I don't really blame him for it. I'm acting weird, I know it so it must be obvious to Leo too. He's watching me with a concerned expression, how very Leo of him.

"Mm, I'm a bit tired."

"Why'd you come out here then? You should get some rest if you need it."

"I wanted to see you."

I smile at the red hue that overtakes Leo's face immediately. He clears his throat nervously, squirms a bit then grumbles beneath his breath, "What are you trying to do?"

"I'm not trying to do anything. I'm only telling the truth."

"Mhm."

"Sounds like you don't believe me."

"I can't imagine why.

"What? Did you not want to see me?" I whisper, smirking at the sudden panic on Leo's face. He's so easy to rile up. Am I a bit twisted for enjoying it? Most likely but that's just my personality.

Brushing his hand beneath his nose, Leo looks away and says, "You're more sly than I ever thought you'd be."

"Are you disappointed?"

"Don't know yet." But Leo sends me a smile before lightly nudging my arm with his, which has me nudging right back. Being with Leo helps the nerves dwindle enough to let me breathe again. I'm glad I decided to come over. My mind is taking a break. I'll be able to think more clearly after this.

I continue flipping the soccer ball in my hands since they can't manage to keep themselves still. Leo watches me with that warm smile of his. Each time I glance his way he gets this look, like when a puppy realizes it's getting the attention it wants. I can't help but to snort, which has Leo asking me, "What?"

"You're like a dog."

"Thanks?"

"Or maybe you are the human embodiment of the heart eye emoji right now."

Leo whacks the soccer ball out of my hand causing it to roll across the yard. I chuckle while he gets up, likely as an excuse to go get it so I can't see that his cheeks have yet to change from their red hue. Watching him hop down the steps to retrieve the ball only proves my point and Leo regrets his decision immediately when I ask, "Do you want to play fetch?"

He flips me the bird. Ok, I get that but he walked into it. I would be a fool to let such an opportunity pass me by.

Leo tosses the ball into the air and bounces it off his knee then starts kicking it around with his feet. Soccer is not a sport I have ever played or probably even have the coordination to play. Leo, on the other hand, is incredibly good at it. I swear I can't keep up watching his feet move. It's going to give me a headache.

"Sometimes I don't get you, Micah."

I lean my head to the side, staring curiously at Leo and his sudden words. He's watching the soccer ball at his feet even when I ask, "What don't you get?"

"Mm, I don't completely know to be honest."

I snort.

"You're normally really blunt. You don't have an issue saying what's on your mind and yet—" Leo stops and sets his foot atop the ball while looking right at me. Although I know my face is apathetic, it feels like it doesn't matter because Leo has already figured it out. "It feels like there's one big secret always on your mind that you never say, and it has me wondering why."

Way to hit the nail right on the head there. Leo has managed to pick that up quick and I wonder if it's because he has been with me during this whole ordeal. Either way, it doesn't matter because that "big secret" of mine is going to remain a secret, as long as I can help it.

"The only secret on my mind right now is how good I think you look in your soccer uniform but, well, I guess that isn't a secret anymore."

Leo purses his lips, obviously a little annoyed with me for evading while also shy about my admission. Kicking the ball back up with his foot, Leo grabs it then grumbles, "Changing the subject."

"We were talking about secrets and it was a secret but, honestly, your ass looks great in those shorts. I was half tempted to jump you at that practice."

And the soccer ball is launched at my head. I barely dodge it, causing the thing to hit against the house then bounce onto the porch. Smirking, I turn to look at Leo and his pouty lips.

"What? It was a compliment." I chuckle.

After hopping off the steps I walk over to Leo, who still looks curious about his kind of unspoken question regarding my so called "big secret." I do feel bad about not telling him. Leo only brought it up because he probably thinks it would help me to talk about it and, yes, that's true. So true. I wish for nothing more than to talk but...that's a lot easier said than done. Maybe one day I'll tell him. One day I'd like to tell him, but now is not the time.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I say more than ask because a part of me hopes that saying is true: you get what you put into the world. So, if I keep pushing for our date to happen then it will, childish hopes to get me through the trouble that is to come.

Leo hums. "See you tomorrow."

With that, I lean up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. It's warm, it's sweet, and it ends in the blink of an eye, quite literally. Leo's expression is priceless, they always are; with an ear to ear smile that he tries to hide by lowering his head and covering his face. I saw it though and it's what I really needed to see.

I don't say anything to him, only give a quick wave goodbye that he returns. It isn't until I'm on my porch that I hear his back door swing open and shut behind him. I linger there for a moment, standing outside my door watching Leo's house like I'm expecting him to come running back out. Obviously he doesn't because he's so certain he'll see me tomorrow. We'll go on our date, I'll flirt with him the entire time, we'll have a meal sometime and live our perfectly normal lives; that's what he thinks and that's what I want.

But I know that may not be the case. The only thing on my mind right now is a single question;

Will tomorrow be the tomorrow I want or will it be my last?