Hello :) I hope you liked the last chapter! This one will give Galathea a lot tot hink about as well. I hope you like it, please leave a review! Annika xx

Kapitel 7: Terribly wrong – or maybe not?

I actually spent the evening in the library, but I couldn't focus. The harsh and still true sentences Kurt had said were running through my head, resounding from my skull through a thousand raspy throats. Ashamed I found myself skimming through the backs of the guidebooks. Dammit, I had never needed any help! Especially not with something mundane like making friends. Seriously, stuff like that works of its own volition.

And then I awakened to the fact that I never had anything like real friends in my life. Loose friends and affairs yes, but never friends.

I really shouldn't break the thing with Kurt.

The clock stroke 11pm and the light in the library turned itself off automatically and I stood in the dark one of a sudden. I closed my eyes enjoying it, only to open them again immidiately to go on looking at the books – real ones, not that stupid guidebooks.

My eyes had always been better in the dark than those of normal people. Even if one can't explain mutant powers, I supposed that it came from some kind of similarity between me and, well, not seing. Let me explain: Darkness lets things disappear and makes them look the same, just like I use my surroundings to disappear. And even when I am invisible, I am still able to see myself, so why not in the dark? I didn't know if that made any sense in the eyes of a scientist, but it worked for me and I was holding on to that theory since I was twelve.

Am I annoying you with all my talking about books all the time? I'm starting to get on my own nerves. But since I turned my back on Magneto my life was boring, so normal, which I didn't consider release at all.

And the only adeventures I was able to find were in stupid old books, or …

Even before I fully opened the door of the institute students' common room I noticed the light blue flickering that was typical for a TV.

It was playing quiet indie music from a music channel, but at this time all of the kids had to be in their beds, that was why the room was completely empty.

Probably someone had forgotten to turn off the TV.

I sat down on the sofa that was flanked by two armchairs like a king. I grabbed the remote that was lying on the coffe table and pressed the buttons to switch the channels. I stopped at something that looked like a love drama.

„May I asked why you changed it?" The male voice came from my right out of the armchair and when I stared into the dark a bit more concentrated I saw the shadow of something long and skinny that ended in a triangle-like tip. Kurt. Oh well.

„I'm sorry."

„It's okay." He stood up, stretched and lingered over to the sofa. Then he sat down next to me delicately. If I hadn't been watching the events on the telescreen, I maybe would have noticed an agitated sparke in his eyes and the slightly crooked posture that was so unlike him.

I leaned forward to pick up the remote that I had put back on the table. „What do you want to –" But I couldn't even end my sentence before Kurt had leaned forward as well to place his lips on mine. Surprised I dropped the remote and let go a quiet yelp. A part of me wanted to push him away from me, but the kiss only lasted for a split second and Kurt pulled his body back fast as lightning. Puzzled, I opened my mouth. I didn't know what to say or where to look, so I let my view wander around the room looking for possible help. But when I turned my head back to my right, Nightcrawler was gone and in the place he had been there was dark fog in the air.

I exhaled sharply and tried to evoke the past few seconds. The way that Kurt's mouth had been on mine, even if not for long.

It felt like someone had dumped a bucket of blistering lava right in my chest. Oh fuck, did I like it?

We had been talking a bunch of times in the past weeks and he had also told me stories about him and I painfully had to admit that my interest in him had grown. I didn't like the thought of it at all, but that young man practiced an awkward attraction on me, amicably and sexually. Well, more than amicably.

In my head I thought of all the curse words I knew, but it didn't help.

I had fallen for Kurt. Somehow.

I felt a slight pain making its way from my fingertips to the rest of my body, an answer to the fast switching between visible and adapted to my background which I always did unconsiously when I was excited. I probably looked like a broken TV or a sick chameleon before I forced myself to calm down.

Again, I wished for Kurt's power to just disappear.

Damn, damn, damn, what exactly are you doing?

I closed the door to my room and stepped out into the bright corridor. I had to blink a few times to get used to the sunlight and usually it annoyed me, but today I was only thinking about last night.

So and now you'll find him and talk to him – even though you're an egocentric bitch with an attachment disorder.

Oh, wow, thanks, subconsciousness, ruin that for me.

You're trying to find a teleporter.

Gosh, how stupid was just this little part of my plan? He could be in China right now or Africa or at the South Pole, how would I know. Or with the other adult mutants (those whom they trusted) in the labs where they mostly spent their mornings.

I tried to even my shirt, but it didn't really help because I hadn't changed when I had gone bed last light and I also hadn't this morning. All of the fabric was wrinkled.

The way to the elevator at the end of the corridor that inhabited Xavier's office seemed extremly short today because I was thinking so much.

Surprisingly I caught my finger shaking when I pressed the button to go down, only a little bit of course! Shadow didn't shake. But she did turn invisible when things get unpleasant, such a power could be helpful at times. I was close to turning invisible at the moment. What kind of a coward have I become? It happened, though.

Silvergray like the metal of the wall I walked through the hallway from which doors on the left and right led into labs or who knows. My heart was beating so hard I was afraid people in Australia could hear it, but I still didn't even try to walk quietly. I just didn't want anyone to see me shake or blush.

Oh Gal, how embarrassing you are!

The corridor made a turn to the left and even before I walked around the corner I heard two adult voices whose owners were talking muted – apparently about Jean Grey's latest discovery, who ever cared about that – but I recognized the voices as Kurt and Storm's.

I really hadn't thought of finding him right away.

I took a deep breath until my lungs were bursting with oxygen and my head hurt more than all the possible consequences of what I wanted to do now.

It bolstered me up anyways.

Be. Your. Old. Self. Again.

If not now, then never. I waited until Storm walked around the corner and passed me and until I couldn't hear her steps anymore, then I turned visible and quickly walked towards Kurt who was still standing in the hallway alone.

„KURT WAGNER!" I took another deep breath but didn't get any slower.

I noticed how he turned his head amazed, but I didn't leave him time to say anything, I just grapped his shoulders, stood on my toes and kissed him.

„Now we're even.", I gasped, trying to sound cheeky.

„Holy mother of God.", was everything he replied.

Oh shit. Did he not like it? I mean, it was him who had kissed me first and this had only been the answer! Did men change their minds that fast? Actually, I was suprised by myself.

„So I guess I'll just … go." I said and took a step back, but Kurt reached for my hand.

„Can we … try that again?" He dropped his gaze and stared at his feet. If his skin hadn't been blue he would have probably blushed now.

Come on, kiss me!, my mind begged, but at the same time: Holy crap, Gal, what's wrong with you? When did you change like this? You sound like a fangirl in the first row at a teenage popstar's concert. Fucking embarrassing.

So was that what it feels like to really fancy someone?

„I guess …", I wispered but I doubted he could understand a word I said, that was how tight my beating heart seemed to tie my throat together.

„Well, then …" He took a shy step towards me and gently touched my hair. Spontaneously I wrapped my arms aroud his neck and our lips touched again. Kurt came closer and touched my waist with both his hands.

Every single one of my organs seemed to be close to exploding and so was the blood in my veins.

Then everything around me turned pitch black and I was sure I was falling, then I felt the cold metal wall behind my back.

Did I just faint or did we teleport?

Kurt kindly loosened his handle and grinned at me. „Thanks."

„For what?" I kept my hands in his neck, feeling his hot skin. „Isn't that against your vow of chastity?"

„Careful, you're starting to be mean again." Duh, the old Kurt I knew came back. Hopefully the end of embarrassment. „I never took one. I am religious, but that doesn't mean I'm a priest. Even though I spent some time in a monastery." He winked and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I hadn't felt that good in a long time, probably never before. As quiet as possible I exhaled but it sounded more like moaning. I sighed.

What. Was. Wrong. With. Me?

I felt like my whole personality and all my character traits had changed in the past weeks, I was so much more … girly and I hated it. What other people thought of had always been sleeping in the last drawer of the things I cared about. And most important, no friend, no enemy, no affair had ever found out so much about me like Kurt had done in this short time, just through talking. Not to mention about those damn feelings.