Disclaimer: Ya'll know I don't own this stuff. Except for Aris…but she doesn't count, does she?

Review if you want it continued, I don't know if it's any good, I just wanted to give a possible explanation for all of Pyro's anger and bitterness so I have tried to do that, but I thought of this in like 10 minutes, so if you want more just let me know.

"Hey JV, Clara, Sean…Aris." 14-year-old, John Allerdyce greeted his friends as he entered the clearing in the woods, the place they always met when they snuck out of their respective homes. The boy ran his fingers through his brown hair and took a seat next to one of the girls in the group; a red-head. He leaned over and pressed his lips against the pale flesh of her cheek.

"For the last time, Pyro…stop calling me Aris." The red-head sighed, with mock exaggeration. Both teenagers momentarily forgot about the other three kids; they were so wrapped up in each other. He reached forward and pushed a strand of hair away from her face.

"But Alea…you're my Aristotle, I need you to think for me. God knows I can't manage it myself." He half-joked, his hand intertwining with hers. "Besides, you call me Pyro…I get to call you Aris if I want to."

"Ew…gross!" One of the kids, a pretty brown-haired girl, laughed. "John, Alea…knock it off. Some one might actually think ya'll fuckin' like each other." All five kids laughed, John playfully threw his back-pack at her and Alea shook her head.

"Shut up, JV." Alea laughed, "John, would you start the campfire for us?" She rolled her eyes and began to distribute snacks to her friends. When all the food was handed out she took a seat between JV and Sean, watching intently as John played with his book of matches. Other than him, she was the only one that knew what he could do those sparks he kept igniting.

"You know, Aris, my parents have gone out for the night. They aren't supposed to be home until 5 or 6 in the morning…" John said, grinning just a bit as he looked at the girl from the corner of his eye. He looked at his watch, "It's only about 11 right now…"

"Oh, really?" JV, Clara and Sean exchanged looks, knowing full well that they were about to be ditched. "You guys…I just remembered that I left something or other of some kind of importance at Johnny's house and I really have to go get it."

"Yeah, whatever you say Alea…go play."

John took his girl by the hand and led her into the trees, heading towards his house. She took one last look at her friends, over her shoulder grinning apologetically. It wasn't the first time the two had left their friends to spend the night together and neither planned for it to be their last.

When they got to the small suburban home where the Allerdyce family resided, both head upstairs, straight to John's bedroom. They took a moment to light a few candles; sex was always better by the flickering light of a flame. Then the teenage girl roughly pushed his girlfriend to his bed, pressing his lips to hers , hen down her neck. His hands searched under her shirt and soon it was lifted off. Their seconds blurred into minutes and the time flew by. A couple hours passed, it was about 2 in the morning. The two teenagers lay under the bed sheets, wrapped up in each other's bodies.

The flames from the candles danced across the room in shapes of stars and hearts, as John conducted their silent symphony; the only sound in his room came from their breathing and her occasional giggles when he would pause his show to kiss her or to tickle her. "I forgot…I got you something." The redhead said suddenly, jumping up and searching for her pants. "It's not much…but I thought you'd like it." She reached in the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a Zippo-brand lighter; it was a dirty silver with the design of a caroontish shark's mouth, much like a design one might expect to find on a WWII torpedo. "I saw it and thought it was fitting of you." She shrugged and handed it to him.

"Thanks, Aris." He smiled; he had wanted a Zippo for a while, they were much better than the stupid Bic-brand lighters he'd been collecting. He flicked the lighter open and lit the flame, then snapped it close, repeating that several times as he looked ather naked body, standing in front of him.

"Shit!" He yelled suddenly, as both instantly began to panic. A car had pulled into the driveway, just below John's room; his parents were home. Quickly, Alea threw her clothes back on as John pulled a tank top and a pair of boxers out of his drawer and threw them on. He ran his hands threw her hair and paused to share a passionate kiss with her as the sound of the front door slamming, rang up from below. "Will you be okay climbing out of the window?" He breathed, his forehead resting against hers.

"I don't want to do this right now!" John's mother yelled downstairs, loud footsteps stomped up the stairs.

"Yeah…I've done it before." She shrugged, regretfully backing away from the boy she loved. Quickly she blew him a kiss and climbed out the open window. John closed it behind her and threw himself onto his bed, picking up a book from the floor to pretend that he'd been reading.

"Now's as good a time as any!" His father yelled back; he couldn't have been more than a few feet away from John's door.

"Can't it just wait until morning?"

"No!" A heavy fist started banging on the boy's bedroom door. "John, open up. We need to talk." The older man demanded, his knocks rattling the door on it's hinges.

"Jesus Christ, it isn't locked, Dad!" The boy yelled back, anger contorting his face.

"How many times have I told you not to talk to me like that?" The man burst through the door, almost lunging at his son. He grabbed him by the tank-top and pulled him off the bed, forcefully dragging him out into the hall and down the stairs, to where his mother sat, looking ready to cry. "Sit your ass down." He shoved John onto the couch next to his mother. "We're tired of the way you've been acting lately. Sneaking out at all hours, getting into all kinds of trouble, no respect…at least five times in the past few months you've been escorted home by the police for trying to start fires! We're done!" He yelled at John who sat with his arms crossed, glaring back at him.

"You're father and I have been looking into schools for you, boarding schools, and we found one. It's called Xavier's School, it's a prep school and works with misguided youth." John's mother explained softly, resting her hand on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off, moving as far from her as he could without having to stand.

"We're leaving to take you there at sunrise. Go pack." His father demanded, once again pulling him up by the shirt and pushing him off towards the steps.

"But Dad, what about Ar…Alea?" John turned and stared, open-mouthed at his father. Surely, he would have a chance to say good-bye to her, what would she think if he left without saying good-bye?

"We'll let her know where you've gone. I said go pack." He slapped the fourteen-year-old across the back of the head, sending him off up the stairs. John grabbed his back-pack, still dirt covered from hours before in the woods, and stuffed a couple pairs of clothes and his new lighter in it. Then threw himself down on his bed to write a letter to his Aristotle, but he never had time to finish it. A mere three hours later, he was on his way to a new life and never got to say good-bye.