Hi, this is my first X-Men: Evolution story. I watched the series forever ago and I'm watching them again as I write this. And just to let you guys know, this story won't immediately jump into the plot line. Other authors do that just fine, but I feel like I would mess my story up if I did that, so I'm gonna do it like this. This will be the first part of my series, one story for each season. And this is a Kurt/OC, but not at first. You'll see when you read!

What if all that you understand could fit in the palm of a hand? Then you found it wasn't you who held the sum of everything you knew? Everything would be an orchestrated lie from someone else's hand.

Damn, that's deep... too deep... new song, the teenage girl thought as she tapped the next arrow on her cracked iPod touch. Her poor old iPod had seen better days, the entire border of the touch screen was severely damaged from one too many fumbles to the ground. One of the corners was even completely shattered, yeah that's how much she drops it.

Apocalyptica? No thanks. Black Veil Brides? Maybe later. Papa Roach? Sure. She stopped on the song 'Burn' by Papa Roach and tapped her chipped, auburn colored nails on the screen. Her lips moved silently to the words as she stared out the window, trying to amuse herself on the dull train ride to Long Island, NY. Normally she would've been ecstatic to go to Long Island, but this time was different. This time she wasn't just going to visit her Great Uncle John, Aunty Janette, and her cousin Dante for a week or two, no this time she was going and staying there until she graduated high school. Uncle John and Aunty Janette gained custody of her when her parents di- uh passed. Saying died didn't feel right, thinking it or saying it just wasn't right.

Her piercing, icy blue eyes roved the train for something to entertain her. Some nice eye candy preferably but just something other than trees, tress, and you guessed it, more goddamn trees! All she found was an elderly woman muttering to herself, a business man typing furiously on his laptop while talking into the Bluetooth in his ear, a tired mother and her toddler twin boys pulling on her sleeves on either side of her. Nothing to get excited about.

But as she was about to glue her eyes back to her screen she saw someone who was slightly more interesting than the rest of the passengers. The guy looked her age, maybe slightly older, he was sitting one row diagonally in front of her. His eyes were constantly darting between the pages of a leather-bound journal in his hands. A pale hand let go of the journal to reach up and push his hipster glasses up on the bridge of his freckled nose, then through his messy, auburn Fohawk. She then glanced over his dark turquoise hoodie and what she could see of his dark brown pants.

She looked back up to try to see what color his eyes were and she found out that they were staring right at her. They were a warm shade of brown. Horrified at herself for getting caught, she snapped her eyes back to her iPod with a slight blush dusting her cheeks. Great now he probably thought she was a weird ass stalker chick that wants to kidnap him and rape him in a cellar.

"Is this seat taken?" What? No, but who the... damn it! Why the hell did he have to come over here?

"Uh, no. Help yourself," she said with a wave to the seat across from her after she pulled out her ear buds.

"Thanks," he smiled as he sat down silently, she noticed that he still held that journal in his right hand.

"No problem," she stated. It's not like she was gonna be a bitch and say no... although that was rather tempting. He went back to reading his journal with a smile, her eyebrow quirked at him, but she nonetheless put one ear bud back in and kept listening to her music. A few peaceful minutes went by before his smooth and lightly accented voice floated over to her again.

"If I'm bothering you, just tell me and I'll get out of your hair," he smiled cutely over to her. Did he even know how cute he was? Or how hot his voice was? God accents are such a killer for her, but she couldn't exactly tell what his was. Damn it, now this is gonna bug her until she figures it out.

"Oh no you're fine dude," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. He accepted her reply and went back to zipping through his journal. His eyes drew her in again and she noticed not only were they brown, but they were a lovely shade of honey brown that changed colors when the lighting hit them. They were beautiful. Much more beautiful than her own icy orbs.

"Is there something wrong love?" British! His accent is British! Wow how did she not recognize that immediately? Sometimes she just made herself feel downright dumb.

"Your eyes are beautiful," she admitted. Wait did that really just come out of her mouth? She froze sheepishly and started stammering horrified excuses for her big mouth, but his joyous laughter made her stop and watch as he laughed at her expense.

"Don't you want to know my name before you wine and dine me love?" He laughed softly as to not disturb the other passengers too much.

She giggled softly at his joke and poked back, "Why is your name as cute as your face?"

His freckled cheeks flushed a bit as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Well my name is Nicholas Carrow, but please call me Nico."

"Nico? Well that doesn't sound very British. Oh, my name is Autumn Arcaya," Autumn stuck her hand out for a handshake, but was pleasantly surprised when Nico pulled her hand up to touch her knuckles to his lips. The whole time he stared into her eyes, making Autumn flush slightly and clear her suddenly dry throat.

"Uh, so what brings you to the Big Apple," Autumn inquired trying to distract herself from her embarrassment.

And with that, Nico explained in vivid detail with that heavenly voice of his about his life back in London and how he was here on an exchange student program the rest of the train ride.

Sorry its vague right now and I kind of got carried away there, but hey I like it!