Hank hadn't given me homework. It was one of those blessings in disguise. I had the mansion to myself, but I unfortunately had to spend it mopping and dusting-under the Professor's instructions. However, I did have the opportunity to do the chores in a more conventional way,

Two thick sponges were taped onto my feet. I dipped them in soap and water and it cleaned as beautifully as the old mop that sat in the corner of the laundry room. I had pledge in one hand, and a rag in the other, skating across the floor dusting the furniture.

Music blasted through every speaker of the house. I was playing an old Aerosmith record I had found in the den. Steven Tyler's voice screamed and echoed back at me, and I couldn't help but laughing at his high pitched screams.

Gingerly, I dusted a bust before skating away and wriggling awkwardly to the music.

"You gotta teach me that." Evan said behind me.

I jumped. "Holy St. Patrick!" I slipped and grabbed onto the railing for support.

"Didn't mean to scare you." He laughed.

I pulled myself back up. "You didn't scare me."

Evan rolled his yes. "Right, you were busting a groove!"

"Exactly," I said, turning the volume down on the turn table, "And not that I'm not happy you're here, but what are you doing here?"

"Seeing how everyone's doing," Evan explained, "Is my aunt around?"

"No, she's in Zimbabwe at the moment." I answered.

"So you're alone?" Evan questioned.

"I wouldn't be dancing around otherwise." I said.

"Well good because I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight."

"Can't," I said quickly, "Logan's making us do a Danger Room simulation."

Evan sat down on a table. "Then after."

I sat next to him and shook my head. "You know how impossible that is after a session with him."

"Then skip it," Evan said, "I'll be back here before to get you."

He started to walk out the door, not letting me get a word in.

"I'm not a wild child!" I replied, somewhat angry that he would suggest skipping a training session that would help me with my powers.

He shrugged. "I'm still coming."

As he shut the door, I couldn't help but smile a little.

"I don't even think he's gonna come," I said, "He might get sidetracked or something."

Kitty shook her head. "Evan is a lover Susan. You may not know it, but he's just a teddy bear under all those spikes."

I grinned. "Well I'm not skipping a Logan session, even if it means that I…you know."

So evidently I went with Logan and the rest of X Men in the Danger room. It was surprisingly fun that night. Well, lasers shooting at you from every angle doesn't really qualify as fun on anyone's meter, but it did seem oddly entertaining when I realized I had moved up on the roster.

I did feel a little remorse for Evan for standing him up, but boys have obviously never been my criteria.

I limped into my room and laid down on my bed. I had just taken a shower, so I was about ready to fall asleep. I pulled myself under the covers and felt nice and warm. My arms found themselves around what I thought to be a rough pillow.

"Well look at that, you're a cuddler." A voice that sounded like Evan's said.

I looked up and saw a spikey face looking back down at me.

"Hello." I said, a little annoyed he was in my bed.

"I know you're tired," He said, "I figured you were going to be. I gotta go soon."

I nodded. "Uh huh."

"So do you have any books to read? Watch is getting kind of dull." Evan said.

I sighed. "Let me check…" I dropped my hand out of the bed and black ink escaped my pores. It grabbed a random book on the nightstand next to my bed.

"Nice trick." He said.

"I've been practicing." I replied tiredly. The ink dropped the book in his hands before it returned into my hand.

"The Hunchback of Notre Dame," He read aloud, "You know this means I'll have to come and return the book?"

"Bet your life you are," I said, yawning, "That is my most favorite book. Don't loose it."

And of course he did return, my book in perfect condition. He had been a little annoyed with the ending of the book-Esmeralda and Quasimodo dying-but I explained to him that they had joined back together in heaven so there wasn't much to worry about. We sat on my bed, relaxing after a day of toil. Thankfully he had caught me before I had to train, or I would've fallen asleep before he left again.

"What's in the box?" Evan asked, nodding to the Box next to my bed.

"Nothing." I said too quickly.

Evan frowned. "What's in the box?" He repeated.

"Nothing." I said slower.

Evan shrugged his eyebrows. We stared at each other for a moment. A small grin creeped onto Evan's face.

"Don't even think about it." I ordered.

Evan darted for the box, and I wasn't far behind him.

"Letters?" He exclaimed.

"Gimme them back!" I hollered.

Evan kept me at arm's length. "Dear Susan-oh are these love letters?-This is the last letter and once you find the Box you'll understand what I'm getting at-"

"-Evan stop!" I said in vain.

"Tomorrow you'll probably hear from Mrs. North or listen from the news that the police found a body at the lake. Susan, that'll be me-What the hell?-I just can't…Susan what is this?" Evan asked, his eyes popping out of his skull.

My arms dropped to my sides. "Letters to me from an old friend." I said.

"Sorry."

"It's alright, don't do it again."

Evan was quiet for a moment. "Who-"

"Anthony," I interceded, "He helped me out a lot with these," I flashed my hands and then stuffed them in my pockets, "He was in a lot of deep stuff. So when he came to Mrs. North's home we both kind of just hung out as outcasts."

"But then he-"

"-Yup." I sighed.

It was quiet again. We could hear every sound in the mansion.

"Listen Susan, I'm really sorry." Evan said.

I nodded. "Yeah I know."

Evan frowned. "Are you crying?"

"No." I squeaked.

Evan pulled me into a massive hug. "You're a real bad liar."