Disclaimer: Just me serving to uphold and protect all that is good and Jotty! I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Stan Lee and Marvel. Believe me, if I did own them they would be chained to my bedroom wall and used for my sick and twisted enjoyment. My first fic, so please R&R and be kind!
HopefullySlate-gray clouds rolled over the sky as thunder rumbled portentously in the distance. Unusually large raindrops began to pound against the window and lightning briefly illuminated his bedroom. Scott Summers was standing with his arm leaning against the wall for support, forehead firmly pressed against the window as he watched the storm become increasingly vicious. In his mind he kept replaying the events that occurred in school that day, things concerning a certain redhead and a certain idiot jock...
"Scott?"
The sound of his name shook him out of his reverie. His heart skipped a beat as he turned slowly to face Jean Grey, who was both his best friend and the girl he was madly in love with for years. "Hey" he replied, as casually as humanly possible.
"What are you doing alone in the dark?" she asked, surveying him with her piercing emerald eyes.
"Just enjoying the storm." A major drawback of having a telepath for a best friend was that you could never hide anything from them. Having known him for so long, she always could tell when something was bothering him, even without her powers. He tried to keep his face as impassive as possible anyway, which was easy enough considering his eyes were always hidden behind the ruby quartz glasses that prevented certain destruction from his optic blast beams.
"Something wrong, Scott?" she asked
"No" he said automatically. His heart began to pound faster and threatened to beat its way out of his chest. He desperately searched for something else to talk about. He didn't want her to know how much pain it caused him daily to watch her with that loser, Duncan Matthews. Duncan was Bayville's star football player, Jean's boyfriend, and also a complete buffoon in his opinion. He had to endure watching the two of them everyday, and today had been no different as he watched Duncan ask Jean to the dance this Friday. He subconsciously clenched and unclenched his fists out of anger and jealousy.
They stood in contented silence for a while, staring absentmindedly out the window. Scott thought back to the first time he had come to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. He had been at an orphanage before he came here, his parents and brother Alex died in a plane crash years ago. He was the only survivor, but the accident left him in a coma for two years. When his mutation manifested he had become a recluse, unsure of what he was or what was wrong with him. Nobody wanted to befriend the "weird little blind kid". When Professor Xavier brought him to the institute he met his first true friend, Jean. She accepted him immediately and without reservation. She'd always been there for him, and he loved her more than anything.
"Well I'm here for you if you need anything " she said after a few minutes of silence and hugged him suddenly, placing her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. He felt her silky red hair brush against his skin and hugged her back, wanting to hold on forever.
The brief embrace, which shook him throughout, ended far too soon. She lifted her gaze, and some indiscernible emotion blazed within her beautiful eyes. Could it be? With a small smile, she left the room.
Someday, he thought. Someday she will see what's right in front of her...
Someday... someday soon...
..."Hopefully"
