AN: I don't own anything, you know ;)

It seems that this story would be a really long projekt. I watched X-Men: First Class on tv today. So I started to read fic again. Ich wrote together a new chapter. Hope you enjoy it ;).

Chapter 4

The boys looked at each other, frozen like statures.

Neither of them knew what to do or what to say.

Even if both were thinking the same, they were too afraid to move to change anything about this moment. Both decided to let the other make the first move while sorting out their feelings and thoughts.

"Oh my god, it's really him. How are the odds of something like this happening? Has he always been just around the corner for the last couple of weeks? I heard the professor telling Storm that John left the brotherhood. I was worried sick of what might have happened. How could he do something like this to me? Steeling the letter, probably reading it and now showing no reaction what so ever." Bobbys thought with rising anger.

At the same time Johns thoughts were more insecure as he would even admit to himself:

"He must hate me. No matter what he wrote in this stupid letter. The letter must be pretty old, the envelop was stained and had kinked corners. I'm sure his opinion changed completely after he heard what I did. All the people I hurt and killed. How would he ever be able to forgive me?"

He began to panic. He wasn't ready for this. The Fireboy didn't want to live with the knowledge of how much the Iceman hated him. It would break him to hear the words he expected to hear out of his former friends mouth. A glance in his now angry features told him enough. Leaving, again, would be his best option. Being gone before Bobby came back to his senses and start speaking.

But there were something John didn't think about: Bobby was still having a firm grip around his right forearm.

The moment Pyro tried to escape, the fragile balance of this frozen moment broke. And instead of letting the brunettes arm go, the Iceman even tightened the grip.

Feeling helpless and pushed into a corner he yelled: "Let go of me!"

This was the last thing Bobby needed. He had always been calm and cool, especially with John, but this time the words burst out of him:

"How could you dare to try to run away from me again!" The smaller boy was startled by such a reaction. He had never seen the Iceman acting like this.

"After everything you must have read, there is nothing you have to say? Did our friendship mean that little to you? Did I mean that little? God, I was worried sick after hearing you left Magneto. I didn't know why. I didn't know where you were or if you even were alive. How could you do this to me? Torturing me by showing me that you took this stupid sheet of paper, but not even feeling the need to say one word to ease my mind. Do I mean nothing at all?"

The anger vanished and with every word his bitterness and helplessness shone through. Still John didn't know how to answer to this. But the reason had changed with Bobbys outburst.

"How could he still care about me, after all I did, especially to him?"

But "I … I ..." was all the fireplayer was able to stutter.

The taller boys face went blank. What on earth made him think that something might have changed?

Hurt written all over his features, he let go of Johns arm and started to turn around to walk away. Too disappointed to say anything else.

The expression on the Icemans face made something crack inside of Pyro. He couldn't let him walk away like this. He had never been good with words. Things always came out wrong. How could Bobby forget about this flaw in his character, beside others? But it wasn't the blondes fault.

He ran away. He created this mess, so he had to clean it up.

Without even thinking he gripped the other boys face and pressed his lips against Bobbys.

To say the Iceman was surprised would be a huge understatement. But it was a good kind of surprise.

The moment their lips met the Fireplayer realised that he didn't think the whole thing through and was now unsure of what to do next.

But Bobby sensed his hesitation and took over. He wrapped his arms around the slender figure of the smaller boy and deepened the kiss.

Both boys started to smile. The fist real smile since the Fireboy left his Iceman.

THE END

AN: What do you think? Is it a good ending, or do I have to write more?

Thanks for everyone who liked my story and supported me to finish it (finally ;))!