Peter explained to me in a text what happened that had caused such a commotion last night. Jason Grae had come onto Liz last night, asshole, and somehow she'd thrown him back against the fridge.

Logan brought the message sometime early in the morning, even though I was barely awake, that Remy would stop by, and I nodded, locking eyes with him for a split second before he walked out.

What a hottie.

I woke up wayyy before her, with the sunlight hitting my face through the curtains. I groaned and turned over in an attempt to block out the sun, but the damn thing was relentless. Finally I got out of bed, closing the curtains. The option of falling back asleep disappeared when my ass hit the hardwood floor thanks to my shoe. I stood, making sure that Liz was still sleeping, before dressing and sneaking out. I saw Remy in the hallway and hugged him. "Take care of her Rem," I muttered and he nodded.

"Always do." I smiled and continued on my way. As I turned the corner on my way to the kitchen, I ran smack into someone, my face smashing against his chest.

"Oops, sorry Evelyn," Warren apologized, helping me up.

"It's fine. Liz is sleeping right now, I don't think she'll be taking visitors for a while," I informed him, and he nodded. As I was walking away, he grabbed my wrist. I turned to look at him.

"If you see Liz before I do, would you let her know that I don't care what she says, and that I'm sorry for everything?" I smiled sympathetically and nodded.

"Of course Warren." He grinned gratefully and pulled me into a short hug, lasting only a split second before he took off again. I entered the kitchen and froze, smiling at Logan. "Hey Fur Ball, watcha up to?" I asked, pouring myself some Lucky Charms.

He grinned my way and took a bite of toast. Some butter dribbled down his chin and I giggled, grabbing a napkin and wiping it away. "You are a messy eater," I muttered with a giggle.

"Cut the crap Ev," he said huskily, lifting me up onto the counter. I grinned.

"Someone is in a rush today," I whispered before he leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine. I felt my mind shut down and my body take over, responding eagerly. That's what it's like kissing Logan. Only instinct. But then again, the relationship is purely physical, nothing serious about it. We'd make out when we had the chance, and he'd growl when I'd take his hands out of my shirt, except for yesterday when he ripped my shirt in half, asshole.

The noise of kids caused us to pull apart, much to my despair. "Until next time," I whispered, kissing him quickly but passionately before jumping down from the counter and bending over to retrieve the milk. I felt a hand come down on my ass and I squealed, looking up and glaring at Logan.

"Just observing," he said with a wink, walking out. As I sat at the kitchen table, I couldn't help but think about how screwed up everything had somehow gotten. Liz is dealing with Warren and their dangerous relationship and I'm in a very risky, secret half-relationship with Logan that would probably get him thrown in jail if we got caught.

The crazy thing is, it's only been a week.

xxxxOxxxx

"Boring, boring, boring, boring. Oh look! Oh wait that's boring."

I smirked and peeked into the rec room, where Peter was flipping through the TV's channels. He went through all of them, and started over. "Pete," I said, walking in with a laugh, "they aren't going to multiply as you keep repeating." He looked my way and gave me a crooked smile, which melted my heart.

He was such a man-child.

"Hey, a guy can hope!" he replied and I rolled my eyes, sitting next to him.

John walked in and I grimaced. He was such an ass. "Hothead," I sneered.

"Water witch," he replied back rudely, plopping down in the loveseat.

"Children, children," Peter said, trying to sound adult-like, "let's try and be civilized about this." I gave him a look and flicked water at John with my dry hand. He growled and opened his lighter, conjuring up a fireball.

"Oh dear! I'm so scared of John and his itty bitty ball of fire!" I joked, shielding myself. "Whatever will I do!" Peter gave me a stern look and I rolled my eyes. "Gosh, tough mutants."

"Damn straight!" Bobby declared, walking in and sitting next to me on the arm of the chair. "I'm the toughest mutant around!" He flexed his muscles and I rolled my eyes, pushing him off the arm. He squealed as his fell to the ground, and I laughed.

"Oh yeah, you're real tough." He glared at me and I innocently picked at a loose piece of fabric. Suddenly I was thrown over Peter's shoulder, a shriek escaping my lips. "Pete! Let me down Pete!" I yelled, bringing my fists down on his now metal back. "Peter you asshole! Lemme down!" He only laughed.

"Since you called me an asshole," he began, "I think I'll carry you around the campus like this." My eyes went wide and I pounded on his back.

"Seriously Pete! Put me down!" He simply laughed in response as we burst outside. I saw Logan leaning against the wall and felt my entire face grow hot. I rested my elbows on his back and covered my face with my hands.

You're so enjoying this. I thought, and sent it to Logan. My telepathic powers had progressed, something I discovered like a month ago, and I can send thoughts to other people other than just my sister. Logan shrugged, as if to say, "A little bit."

You are going to be punished when we're alone. This time, I sent it with a seductive smile on my lips. Logan winked, as if to say, "Can't wait." Finally, after constant begging, Peter finally set me on the grass, plopping down next to me. I watched his face turn from silver to that rich tan color that I love so much. Bobby had followed, and was now talking with Kitty over by the garden, their foreheads pressed together and their fingers interlaced. What an adorable couple.

"I can't wait to be in a relationship like that," I muttered, and Peter followed my gaze, nodding.

"Yeah, because everyone just loves PDA." I rolled my eyes and pushed him a little. Kitty and Bobby started making out, so I turned my gaze away to give them some privacy.

"I mean a relationship where you can hold hands and whisper to each other, even when everyone is watching," I muttered dreamily, lying back onto the grass and looking at the blue sky. "Steal kisses between classes and sneak out at curfew just to see that one person you know you're meant to be with." Peter propped himself up on his elbow and leaned forward so his face was right in front of my line of vision, blocking the sun.

"Anyone in particular you'd like to have this mushy, gooey relationship with?" he asked and I shrugged.

"Not really. Just someone who wants a real relationship. Not something made from just hormones." I muttered the last sentence with my mind on Logan, and I glanced away with a guilty feeling in my stomach.

"What if I could give you all of those things and more?" I sat up and he leaned back as I tilted my head to the side.

"Peter…"

"Before you say anything, let me just point out that this is all hypothetical!" I smiled and nodded.

"Of course."

Pete took a deep breath. "Okay so, let's say that I could give you a real relationship. That I could tell you everything you want and need to hear. That I could give you kisses that would leave you breathless afterwards. That I would sneak out after curfew just to see you," he poked me in the arm, "and only you. That I would never, ever betray you, not for the super model or A-List actress. That I would take a bullet for you." He took another breath. "Let's say that I could make you happy. Happier than you've ever been in your entire life." He leaned in close.

"Let me make you happy, Ev."

I was speechless, and he knew it. "Peter, I…" My voice trailed, and I glanced over his shoulder to see Logan. He wasn't looking at us, but I could tell he'd been listening. I looked back at Peter. His crooked smile, his perfect laugh, his beautiful eyes.

"I need to think about it," I finally said and stood, walking towards the mansion. I glanced at Logan, and I could see it written all over his face. He was in pain, but I didn't understand why. I had basically just chosen him over Peter, whom I now know cares much more deeply for me than he lets on. I looked away from Logan and hurried into the mansion, finding myself in the library not long later. I sat on a window seat and let my head fall back against the frame, staring out at the fountain as water cascaded down it. I sighed and looked at my jeans, faded and old and worn out. I've cried so many tears in these jeans; they had so many memories in between the light blue stitching. My first real boyfriend, the day Liz and I got that phone call.

The morning I discovered my mutant powers.

This whole thing is just so screwed up! I thought I was lucky to have my powers at first, that it made me special, different. I'd always wanted to be different. Now I just felt like a failure to the mutant species. A failure to Logan and Peter.

A failure to Liz.

I should be with her right now; comforting her instead of making out with Logan and listening to Peter confess his undying love for me. It made me want to puke. Liz probably hates me now, and she has every right to. I sighed and stood, walking in the direction of my room. I pressed my ear against the door, listening for voices. Hearing nothing, I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned, walking into the empty room. I kicked the door closed and curled up in my bed, shutting my eyes. There was a knock and I growled.

"Go away!" I yelled.

"Open up Ev," Logan said quietly, shaking the locked doorknob.

"Don't call me that," I whispered, then said louder, "Go away Logan! I just want to be alone!"

"Please Evelyn," he whispered, his voice cracking. I sat up, looking at the door. A stream of water from my pouch formed a hand and it unlocked the door, splashing to the floor once its task was finished. I pulled my knees up to my chest and rested my cheek on my knees, looking away from the door and out the window. The door slowly opened with a creak, and then shut. Footsteps walked across the hardwood floor and the bed sank underneath Logan's weight. He then pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly. I grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt, breathing in his earthy scent.

"I don't know what to do, Logan." He stroked my hair, an odd gesture for him.

"Just don't talk Ev. Don't say a word." He placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head up so I was looking at him then leaned down, pressing his lips gently against mine. I pulled away and looked at my hands.

"Not right now Logan. I'm not in the mood." He nodded and we both lay down on my bed, his arm draping over my side and brushing my back gently. I curled up against him, resting my forehead on his chest. He pulled me close to him, and it felt weird. I've never…cuddled with Logan before. It felt strange. But that didn't matter as I closed my eyes and gave in to sleep.

xxxxOxxxx

It was late afternoon. I could tell because the sun was still peeking through the window, but it was dimmer, blanketing the room in golden light. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, glancing around. Logan was gone, and Liz was sitting on her bed, reading. I jumped up and attacked her in a hug, a shriek escaping her lips. "Geez Ev, you really missed me," she laughed.

I pulled away, smiling. "I just felt like I've been a bad sister, and I don't like that feeling."

Liz smiled, looking like she was about to burst into tears, before pulling me into another hug. "You could never be a bad sister, Ev," she said in my ear. "You're the best sister anyone could ever have." I smiled and hugged her back.

"I'm so glad to hear that," I whispered, and she pulled away from me, looking into my eyes. How is it that two people can look so alike, yet their personalities are so different?

I dunno, we're weird like that. "Oh! I found out how I was able to throw Jason into the fridge!" she said, excited. "Apparently, I can control plants! How cool is that?" I smiled and laughed.

"That's awesome!"

"Oh, and I have a date with Warren tonight," she said casually, going back to the book. I stared at her, confused.

"I thought you were trying to avoid Warren…?"

"I dunno, maybe we can be friends." I snorted.

"Liz, c'mon. I've seen the way you look at each other. You could never be 'just friends'." Liz rolled her eyes at my air quotes, and I sighed. "I'm serious Liz. You really like him, I can tell."

"Yeah, but we could never really be together, like physically. The electricity or whatever is just too intense. If we tried to…ya know…have relations, one of us could die! Evelyn Rose, don't roll your eyes at me! I'm being dead freaking serious here." I sighed again, knowing I was probably going to regret saying this.

"Maybe…I could look it up or something while you're gone." Liz smiled and nodded, even though I could tell she was ecstatic.

"Thanks Ev, I'd really appreciate that." She glanced at the clock and smiled as the time read eight o'clock exactly. "He should be here any second now." As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Liz practically flew off the bed and to the door, opening it while I chuckled.

"Hi Liz!" Warren's head peeked around the corner and he waved at me. "Hey Ev." I nodded.

"Don't stay out too late! Her curfew is midnight!" I called as they left, and leaned back into the bed with a smile as I braided a strand of my hair. "Crazy kids." I stood and walked over to my laptop, pulling up Skype and requesting a video chat for Mr. McCoy. I had helped him grade papers on several occasions, so he owed me.

"Hello Evelyn! How are you?"

"I'm good. Listen, I need a favor." I explained to him the tingle between Liz and Warren, every little detail I could think of that Liz had told me, and he listened intently. "I just need to know how to make it stop." Mr. McCoy typed away at his computer, his blue, furry face slightly discolored from the computer screen.

"Here is what I've found and concluded. Apparently if two people have the same power, the powers cancel each other out and create immense static electricity when their skin makes contact, or the tingle that you had described. And there's only one way to cure it, from what I've found." What he told me next broke my heart.

"Thanks Mr. McCoy," I said glumly and closed my laptop just as they walked back in.

"What's wrong Ev?" Liz asked, and the two were at my side in an instant.

"I've, uh, found a way for you two to be together," I mumbled, and held up a hand before the smiles could appear. "You aren't gonna like it."

"What is it Evelyn?" Warren asked and I took a deep, shaky breath.

"In order for you two to be in a physical relationship…one of you has to lose your wings."

Onto part three!