Title : Summer Heat

Author: Mutilated Wings

Rating: PG 13 for some brief sexual content

TimeLine: During X Men 2. (But were gonna pretend Pyro looks like he does in X 3, cause he is so much hotter, Pun intented. lol)

Summary: The Dreams plagued Johns thoughts. Dancing behind his eyelids everytime he blinked.He could feel the heat from them, creeping under his skin, and though it drove him crazy, he craved the Heat. Needed it.

Discalimer: As much as i would love to own Pyro, and keep him hidden in my closet, and do very naughty things to him at night, i do not. Nor do i own any of the other X-Men. I do however own Summer, shes mine, so back off! lol!

Author's Notes: Okay, what was sapose to be a dark mystery turned very quickly into a normalguy goes after the girl yay fluffy thing. But hey, i like it so i posted it. Maybe on another insomniac filled night I'll rewrite this story the way it sappose to be, but until then wallow in the fluffyness!

About the chapter titles: I picked a phrase or word out of each chapter and make it the title, most of the time it doesnt have anything to do with the chapter, but u thought it was creative.

Warnings: Uh. . . there are parts that get hot and heavy. . .so to speak. Some sexual content yadayada. Nothing graphic i promise. Just some teenage make out sessions and such. I dont know what any of this OC AU Lemons and strange lingo is. . .so, The story basicly follows Pyro around, he falls for a weird girl. okay? Read and be happy.

Summer Heat

Hot inky Blackness

Heat.

That was all he could feel, an unyeilding heat.

Like a raging fire. It was so dark. . .he could not see anything. He could feel his hands moving about, feeling for something. . .but there was nothing.

Nothing in this hot inky blackness.

He flipped his lighter and pulled out a fire ball for light. Instently he saw a figure in the room. A young woman, clad in a red dress. Her red hair floated about her as if suspened in water. Her fiery eyes caught his and they stared.

Steam began to rise from her flesh and she screamed.

John Allerdyce screamed as he flung up in bed. Eyes wide with panic he scanned the dark room.

His room. . .

He glanced to the side to see another bed, Bobby Drake was curled under the covers, snoring softly to himself. John shifted under his covers and groaned as a familer wetness came in contact with his skin. For weeks now these strange dreams had been haunting him. And everytime he had them he woke drenched in sweat, as if he could really feel the unbearable heat of that strange place.

The dreams plaqued his thoughts. Who was this mystery girl, and why was she in his dreams? Why couldnt she bother Bobby? He seemed like a better person to go to if your hot. But of course these were just ideas and thoughts to try and explain the weird dreams.

They were just dreams of course. Nothing more.

John rolled over to face his nightstand and sighed again. He stared at the famlier wood and glanced at his lighter, just to make sure it was still there. Knowing its presence relaxed him, and John quickly fell back asleep.

No Plans

Finally! It was Friday! With one class to go before the wonderful weekend started. Even so, it was the most boring, horrible class of all.

History.

The one class that could put John to sleep in no time. Thankfully, today he was not tired. All he could think of was getting out of there, and this kept him awake.

It also kept his eyes glued to the clock.

35 more minutes.

23 more minutes.

Storm was in front of the class, droning on and on about something or other, some war. Rogue was next to him, scribbling furiosly on a crinkled peice of paper. The noise destracted John and he glanced over at her in annoyence. She stopped, folded the paper and passed it to the boy infront of her. Bobby took the note, and smiled to himself.

Ick, John thought. Those two drove him up the wall with all of their lovy-dovyness. Sometimes he would catch himself being jelouse, but soon relized Bobby wasnt getting any action either, and oddly this made him feel better.

Annoyed that the clock was obvioulsy ticking slower than usuall, John layed his head down on his desk. He had no intentions of falling asleep, but Storm could not read minds.

"John?"

John felt the class shift to look at him. He tilted his head and peeked up at the front of the room.

"Pay attention. We're almost finsihed." She said, twirling a peice of chalk in her carmel colored hands.

Sighing, John sat up and slouched down into the chair. Strom went back to the board.

John glanced back at the clock.

14 minutes to go.

A knock came at the door, and slowly opened. Logan pocked his head in.

"Storm, The proffesor wants to see you."

John perked up in excitment. If they were lucky, class would end early. Storm nodded and glanced at the board. She quickly wrote down some page numbers.

"Okay class, read the rest of the chapter and do the questions. You may leave when the bell rings."

A groan ran threw the students, but Storm ignored them and hurried out the door with Logan.

"Aw come on!" John huffed shoving his hand into his pocket to retrieve his lighter. He crossed his arms and began to flick the lighter, open, and close.

He watched as the other students all opened their books and began to scribble on paper.

Oh no, he was done.

John stood and snatched his raggedy folder. Bobby turned and looked at him, confused.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

John huffed. "Im outta here."

"Storm said to stay here until the bell rings." Rogue said, pencil in hand.

John placed his lighter back into his pocket. "You always do what your told?"

And with that, John left the others in the room. He strolled down the hall, a smirk on his face. His weekend had started 11 minutes earlier than everyone elses.

Oh yeah, he was The Shit.

He turned a corner and stopped, hearing Storms voice. He zipped back around and listend to hear what was going on.

"You can make lots of friends here." Storm was saying. "Everyones real nice."

"Once they know what i do, they wont be so nice." Came an unfamieler, soft voice.

The Proffesor's voice came next. "Everyone here is a mutant, just like you. No one will shun you

because of your gift Summer."

A new student, John relized, and a girl. He had to look, see what she looked like. If she was hot, he would get to her before all the others did. . . swoon her with his powers.

Slowly he peeked around the corner and gazed down the hall. The group was to far away and he could not see the young womans face.

To focused on seeing the girl, John missed a part of the conversation. He decided to tune in again.

"You'll be rooming with Rogue." Logan said. "We think you'll get along just fine. She'll be out of class in a few minutes."

Finally bored with easdroping John zipped across the hall and contiuned down the corridor to his room. Though he had been in a hurry to leave the classroom and start the weekend he relized suddenly he had no plans. Annoyed John opened his door and walked in. He sat down on the bed, and bounced soflty. He was suddenly tired, his dreams had been keeping him awake.

A nap sounded good.

He kicked off his shoes and gently placed his lighter on the table, then flopped over onto his back and closed his eyes.

Author's Note:

Okay yay, the first two chapters. Please read and review! Ive never posted before and im a little nervouse about it, so unless someone gives me a nice review im not posting the rest. Thanks guys!