Chapter 1
Bruised Ankles and A Melting Heart
Authors Note: So this is my first fanfiction that I have ever posted. I would love reviews. Please tell me whats wrong but while doing it please be nice. I feel bad for doing a muilti-chapter one but this story can not just go in one chapter or probably two. This story is based off an amazing video that is an AU of Charles and Erik placed to the song You and I by Ingrid Michaelson. I totally loved it so I asked for permission to write a fanfic and she let me. So I did! Here is the link to the video: watch?v=cU_3oO69_WQ
Thank you so much for reading this and I hope you will like it.
FYI: This story will stay in the teens but I will post snipits that are explicit for this AU. I will post a link at the bottom of the chapter where these scenes will place in. I am doing this because I know some people what plan explicit, others want plot. I hope this will be a good equal. THANK YOU FOR DEALING!
Charles stood at the train station looking at the map of the town of Oxford. He has wanted to go Oxford University since the moment he wanted to get a degree in biology. Now looking at an unfamiliar map, in an unfamiliar train station, with a backpack full of his last minutes packing and a suit case that was a bit too big, this felt like a bad idea. He looked at the map for about 10 minutes before finding the street were his flat was. It was about a mile and a half away from the train station. Charles was strongly temping the thought of taking a taxi but he did not want to look like one of those people who are too lazy to walk anywhere. He hosted his over sized back pack higher on his shoulder, kicked his suitcase on its wheels, and started his walk to his new home.
Charles legs were all cramped up from sitting on the train for two hours. The walk was just making it all worse. He had never really been away from home before. He has taken care of himself and his sister for years but he has never been alone. He knew his sister was a phone call away and he would not totally be alone, he would have his roommate. He decided to share a flat instead of paying full rent for one of his own. His family was rich but he was not one of those people flaunt it around for the world to see. He is a humble young man who does not have any expensive clothes or accessories. The most he spent money on was books, any book he could get his hands on. When he decided to move out he gave himself a certain amount of money to spend a month and the only way he would go over is because something was very important.
After about 20 minutes of walking Charles highly regretted his decision of not taking a cab. The edge of his suitcase kept ramming into his heals and his backpack was going to make his back hurt for the rest of the week. Charles cursed himself under his breath, "Damn you, Charles and your pride." He was about to take a break when he saw the street sign for the road that the flat was located on. After it finally sunk in, his stomach became invaded with butterflies. Some were from the joy of being here, some were for the pain of missing his home, and some were from the nervousness of going into his apartment. He had most of his things moved to the apartment a week ago. A bed, dresser, and closet were pervaded. He had all of his books dropped off with his few big things, most of his clothes, and 2 IKEA bookshelves. He has seen pictures of the whole apartment and his roommate sent him pictures of his room after the mover dropped everything off. He was not nervous about the apartment itself at all. All of that had turned out almost perfectly. What Charles was worried about was his roommate. He had talked to the man a few times but they mostly communicated through text and email. The man's name was Erik Lehnsherr and he was about 24, 7 years older than Charles. He had moved here from Germany and his girlfriend recently moved out so he need help paying the rent.
Charles was a good, kind kid. He was smart and he was slightly introverted but people came to love him very easily. Charles big problem was his sexuality. In his junior year he found out why he never liked girls. Yes, some were cute and some were nice but they never intrigued him like they should have. When Charles found out he was gay his told his sister and only his sister. Charles did not throw himself at every man that walked by; he actually did the exact opposite. He only had a few girls as his friends and even fewer guys. Charles was worried that he might not be able to hide this from Erik and he was worried that Erik would throw him out if he did find out.
Charles leaned against the street sign for about 5 minutes thinking of the worst thing possible situations before he started walking again. While walking down the street looking for building his backpack gained about 5 pound and suitcase decided to run into him a bit more. By the time he got to the flat building he was not nervous anymore he just wanted to put his stuff down. He looked up at the building and he had to say that the pictures did not give it credit. The building was Victorian and it was somewhat like all the other ones on the street but it was faded shades of red and cream. It had a front yard and since it was at the end of the row there was a little path on the side leading to the back yard. Charles stood there for a moment just looking, "Groovy."
Charles grabbed his suitcase and started up the steps. He was going to need two ice packs and a cup of tea at the end of this. Charles got up to the steps and got inside the building. It had two separate complexes in it. They were both two stores. Eric and he are sharing the top one. At first to Charles saw this as an upside to the flat but now it was looking like a down fall. When he got to the top and pushed open the door. He had texted Erik when the train arrived to the station so he knows he was not going to be a surprise. When Charles opened the door the first thing he saw was a tall shirtless man stretched out trying to get a cup out of the cupboard. Charles was stunned by the man's lean body but the face hit him in the gut. Charles had dug himself a grave and was not laying himself in it.
The man had turned when the door opened. Charles said with a smile, "I'm your house mate."
The man got a smile on his face that closely reminded Charles of a shark. Then he placed the cup on the counter, "Erik Lehnsherr." His voice was smooth and warm with a bit of a German accent.
Charles leaned against the door frame, "Charles, Charles Xavier."