Auther's notes: Sorry i skipped this chapter and went to chapter 11 for some reason. So please read this one and then chapter 11 should be more clear.

Chapter Ten

A Long First Night

Well, at least the cabins are descent. I shared cabin five with Fred and was glad for that. Maybe the house should be more divided by sex. I mean it's not like we are going to do anything. Wow, that would be a very weird thing to do. Even though I am not complaining; Fred is still knocked out and has been that way for three hours. Cabin five has been made so that it can handle Fred; well that is what I can see. I could feel that the logs are reinforced with steel. There are two beds in the center of the main room. One is just my size and has a night stand with a lamp. The head board is made of oak and flowers are carved into this wood.

The other bed is much bigger, almost king size. Oak is also framing this bed but just like the house, steel is in the wood. Lush green carpet covered the floor. I laid Fred on his bed gently. I stayed by him for these hours and waited. Once in a while I would get up and walk around. This cabin even has its own bathroom; polished marble floor, granite sink, and a large shower. I am starting to wonder how long Carly has expected us. This house and everything in it was made to withstand Fred; his size, weight, and even his strength. Carly looks like she has done her homework on him. This place is perfect for him and to keep him calm. That is probably why I am here. Carly wants us to be happy or something and Fred must have been easy to please.

It's not like I cared where I slept. I know that I would not want to be in a cabin with X-Men. Knowing Fred he would agree and Carly knew that. Still, hours passed and I did not leave the cabin. Dinner came and went as I waited. Even Pietro came to get me but I told him I am not hungry. Pietro knew me better but he did not protest and left. This whole thing with camp was stressing my out. All I want is for Fred to wake up. There are so many questions that I have for him. I want to learn more about the bus ride coming to camp Redwood. Why and how Carly got Fred so upset. All of this just did not make scene. It's clear that Fred is hiding something from me but why. What is it that he is trying so hard to hide?

The bus was almost a normal thing for Fred. He never trusted other guys around me. The way they act and try to touch me—like Duncan. I have not seen that human in weeks but Fred still hates him. How Duncan somehow cracked my head and did not let Fred by me. Anyway, Fred and Pietro have been at each other's throats also. I just don't get why has to hate a friend of mine. Thinking back I can say that Pietro has done nothing really wrong for Fred to be upset. Other then what happened on the bus, which was nothing really more than me sitting with Pietro. Well, that also did not make much scene ether. There is defiantly something that Fred is not telling. So what is it that they are really fighting over…I don't really know but that it is over me.

I don't love Aprill…you want to date her…be my guest. Fred sounded so cold—so hurt. I know that I have thought this through but still. All of what happened on the bus made what Carly said—just made me rethink. I suppose that she dissevers what you truly think of her—if I say it out loud…she may not feel the same way. Carly seemed to know all about this secret. That is how she got him so fast but what I don't get is why I wouldn't feel the same way. Fred and I have been friends for as long as I can remember…so his option, at times, does matter to me. So what is it about this time that makes it different from the others? You are scared of losing her over it. All of what she said and the look on her face—it made my skin crawl. Whatever was scaring Fred…made him lash out. It was as if Carly was going to take me away. That Fred would never see me again and could not find me. Even this thought made claws of fear go down my spine.

I shook my head. "No that will never happen." Whispering my promise to Fred as he slept on his bed. The sun is going down outside with oranges and gold's filling the room. They shined on his peaceful face and I hopped that he was ok. I sat cross-legged, in mid-air and looked down at Fred. Feeling warm breath on my hand as it went over his mouth. The same hand lay on his chest to feel his heart. Fred sounds at peace and in a deep sleep. Of course Fred has no broken bones and is not bleeding anywhere.

I sighed. "Have a good sleep Freddy." I murmured calmly. "I will be right here when you wake up."

It was not unit one in the morning when I fell asleep. I did not want to but as I rested on my bed to watch Fred, I fell asleep. Soon I was in a beep and I started to dream of home. Of John, Fred, and me in Texas when I was younger; the way things used to be and never thought that things could change:

"Happy thirteenth birthday Freddy." I singed and hugged him. Fred just rolled his eyes and laughed. He has never like birthdays but I did not care. Still every year I would get him presents and would bake him a cake. Funny, Fred would all ways love that part even though he would start to complain that he did not want a party.

"Wow, you two are finally thirteen!" John smiled. "Seemed only yesterday that you two just met." He winked at me and patted Fred on the shoulder.

Fred sighed. "And I hope that you never go away Lily."

I raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that I am going anywhere." I remember all the times that Fred had ever said that. It was always something that was said at every party or even at Christmas.

He chuckled and pulled me closer. "It was more of a birthday wish then a question."

"You wish for that every year." I rolled my eyes playfully with a smile.

He sighed again. "Because you as a friend…is the only thing I have ever wanted."

Fred's thick brown hair covered his eyes. That is what was said every year but his face still turned red. His happiness shined in his brown eyes and smiled. John laughed as he set the presents on the table. It's a peaceful January fifteenth in John's office. Birthdays and Christmas were happy times of the year. Even on Fred's birthday, he still made it as if it was all about me.

I reached up to move the hair in his eyes. "I know Fred and the same goes for you to me. Even if you can be a pain in the ass."

John beamed at me. "Now Aprill what did I say about langue?"

Fred and I laughed at John's playful tone. "That it is the work of "evil humans"." We said together and even air quoted the last part.

John smiled. "That's right, now come over here Fred and open your gifts before I do."

It felt so good to remember my past. I wished that life did not have to change for me. Well, it's not like life in Bayville is that bad. But with Freddy there is something going on. Aprill? There is something that Fred is not telling me; something that he's been hiding for some time.

"Aprill…Lily wake up." A deep voice called to me. I want to open my eyes to see who it was but…I just could not find the strength. All I want is to sleep and think things through. Then a hand came to my shoulder. That is when my eyes flow open and jumped in surprise. I would have hit the ceiling if the hand did not hold me there.

"Oh, hey Aprill its ok it's just me." I turned on to my other side to face Fred. He is sitting up (kind of) and is looking at me. "It's ok Aprill. It is 2:30 in the morning an…" Fred tried to finish but a pain shot through him. His teeth clenched and he fell back down.

I got out of bed and stood by him. "Shush, just stay down and rest." I moved my hand over his forehead. "Oh, Freddy you have a slit fever." So I moved to the table by his bed to get the bowl of water. This water is nice and cold with a cloth dipping into it. I sat in the air again and set the bowl on my lap so I could get the cloth wet. Fred groaned as the cool cloth went on his face. He opened his eyes again and looked at me. One of his hands cupped the left side of my hip and the other grabbed my right arm. His eyes are narrow as he looked at my arm and felt my hip.

I sighed. "Freddy, everything is fine. I am fine."

Fred did not loosen his grip. "How badly did Carly hurt you Lily?" his voice is still warm and tender but rimmed with cold hatred.

I shook my head. "It does not matter now. I'm healed and now I have to help you…"

"Bullshit!" Fred snapped and cut me off. "Someone hurting you does matter. So whatever she did to you I want to know."

I pulled my arm away from his hand. "If that is true then why are you hiding something from me?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Fred said with confusion.

"Bullshit!" I snarl. "Why did you get mad at Carly so fast? Why couldn't she say something about how you think of me?" I pause a moment so I could get my angry under control. "Then what about what happened on the bus. Could you care to explain that?"

Fred did not look at my gaze. "What happened with Carly was nothing more than she hurt you. Then…"

"Carly did not "hurt me" till you were slammed into the bus and what happened to my hip was your doing." I almost yell in frustration, a sudden hurt paced Fred's eyes at what he did to me. "Stop lying to me Fred. I know there is something more going on." I said. "So would you please just tell me?"

Fred looked into my eyes then. "I am not lying to you. It's just…" he trailed off for a moment. I was going to protest but he keeps talking. "It's just I don't know how to tell you these things."

I place a hand on his cheek. "It's ok Fred, you can tell me. I won't get mad I promise."

We looked at each other for a long time. There is something deep inside Fred that wants out. He turned pink and was thinking. These long few minutes are killing me. I just want him to say what is on his mind. He looks like he wants to say something really badly but his hand left my hip.

He shook his head. "I am sorry Lily but I can't."

My eyes narrowed and looked at his face. There is nothing I can read—expressionless and no emotion. I sighed and said "Fine." It was cold and with no meaning at all. With that I put the bowl on the table and stood up. Not saying a word or looking at him—I turn on my heel and walked out the front door.

Fred did not yell or even try to protest. I just keep walking till I was at Maple Lake. Standing on one of the docks and looking up at the full moon…I cried. Tried and sad I sat down and let my tease fall into the lake. I could not believe that Fred did not trust me. He looked like he wanted to say it really badly. I even told him that I would not get mad. So why was it so hard for him to tell me?

"Aprill what are you doing out here?" I looked up to see Pietro. His light blue eyes are dark with concern. The moon light made his white hair glow. I slowly stood up and saw that he was only in pajama pants. Pietro's chest is bare and pale like his face. "Aprill, what's wrong? What are you crying for?"

I sniffed. "It's nothing."

Pietro smiled. "Come now, you can't lie to me." he paused and a sudden angry thought passed his eyes. "Does this have something to do with Fred?"

I cleared the note out of my throat. "Maybe, but really Pietro it's nothing."

With that Pietro put a hand on my shoulder. I did not look at his concerned and angry rimmed expression.

"Aprill, look at me." he ordered calmly. I did not look up as his other hand griped the opposite shoulder. "Lily, if Fred did something to you…then it's something not nothing."

That is when I looked at him. "He did not hurt me physically…just emotionally."

He cupped my chin in his hand. "Tell me what happened Lily. You can trust me, I promise." He was calm and kind as he looked into my eyes. Pietro wants to understand so he can help me. I can see that he cares about me and how much he cares is now something I burn to know. So I sighed and told him the whole story.

"…And that is why I am out here. Because Fred just does not trust me." I finished with a sob. Pietro just stood in front of me and listened. Even when I was finished, he took me securely. He nodded every so often to show that he was listening, understanding. So when I was done, he stayed silent and thought through all of what I said.

As he spoke next, my hands where on his chest and Pietro put his hands on my hips to hold me close. "I am sorry that you two had a fight of some kind. But Aprill…" he paused briefly as our foreheads were touching. "I would never do something like this to you. I would not even think of hurting you."

I sigh. "I believe you, Pietro." For the first time in a long time, I felt safe. Fred has been changing so much that feeling safe with him—was becoming something rare. My heart is pounding as I felt Silvers warm breath. Pietro's scent is overpowering and lights my blood ablaze. My hands went up and around his neck. Then as his arms went around me…our lips met. His lips are so sweet and gentle as I opened my mouth to him. It did not take long till he was kissing me right back. A small moan come from his throat and gripped me tight. Pietro's mouth tastes like mint-toothpaste and his body is so warm. One hand was cupped on the back of my neck, with his fingers in my hair, the kiss got hotter.

But not for long; Pietro broke away to breath and looked every happy. His breaths are coming in heavy pants and eyes sparked with love. So, this is what real love feels like. My heart raced, breathing deeply, and wanting Pietro to kiss me again.

Pietro finally catches his breath. "I am sorry I did not mean to…" he paused and looked into my glowing eyes. "Wait you like what I just did to you?"

I smiled. "Is that a bad thing?"

Pietro laughed and kissed my forehead. "Of cause not, it's a very good thing that you like it when I kiss you."

I blushed. "Does that mean that you can kiss me again?"

Pietro gave me a sexy smile. "Anything for the woman I love." He sighed with delight and bent to give me another kiss. The moons light glowed around us as I understood what this meant. I love Pietro. So as the minuets burned into the night I kissed my first boyfriend.