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I woke earlier then I usually do. The sun was just starting to rise and I lay in bed with my mind in a haze as I stared out the window in my room. The first rays very slowly brought my mind to the conscience world and as soon as that started, it was like a nuclear explosion in my mind. What the fuck did I do?

It wasn't that bad…it could have just been my power showing me what could have happened. Then again, I knew better then to count on that. I couldn't move for a while after the shock hit me. What was going to happen now? Scott would take care of me, and I'm sure he wouldn't have a problem with Pyro…but he'll eventually get his hands on me. When he does, I'll regret ever asking for help.

I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom. The full length mirror on the door made me stop and stare. For once my body wasn't covered in bruises and burns and cuts, the only thing I could see was the burn on my arm. I quickly finished in the bathroom and went to get clothes. Leggings under ripped jeans, sneakers and a tank top with a fishnet top over it. I hadn't shown this much skin in a long time…since I started dating Pyro. I walked to first period, conscience of hiding my arm so no one saw. The moment I moved my bag I felt water being run along my arm. The advantage of having Silver in my first class, it made things easy if I couldn't find her before school. When Scott let her leave early I nearly protested. Pyro wasn't in the room and I didn't want her running into him. I was relieved to see him come in only moments after she left. The bell rang and the class gathered their things before walking out.

"Come on Kit." I had to stop myself from flinching at the nickname. I liked it much better coming from Scott. I knew that there were still a few people in the room, that's why Pyro wasn't touching me yet.

"John, get to class, I don't want you to get a detention because of me." As soon as it left my lips, I regretted it. Tomorrow was Friday; I'd be serving detention with Scott again. Pyro quickly looked between the professor, who was straightening the papers on his desk, and me before speaking in a whisper only for me to hear.

"You're spending a lot of time alone with him. People might get the wrong idea Kit. We wouldn't want them to get the wrong idea, would we? You know what that would cost you."

"He's a professor John, and I know exactly what-" I was cut off as Scott walked up to us.

"John, get to your next class. Kit, let's go, the bells going to ring soon." I saw the glare that Pyro shot Scott when he called me Kit, but I didn't have time to consider that as we walked out of the room and down the hall. "You okay Kit?"

"I'm fine Professor. Thank you." I turned to go into the locker room, but stopped when he gently grabbed my wrist.

"You do know that you're allowed to call me Scott still…" 'Is he blushing?' "I took care of some things last night, there's still more to do but…" I looked at him hopefully, please let everything be over with now. "Meet me after all the classes are finished, don't talk to Pyro about this yet. I want to make sure you're safe before you try to breakup with him."

"Alright, I'll meet you here after all the classes are done with." I was just about to turn away again when he leaned in and kissed my cheek.

I blinked and shook my head, when I opened my eyes again he was in the locker room already. I had no clue how to tell if he actually did that or not. I went into the locker room before I saw Pyro come out from where he had been watching us. I was in a daze the rest of the day, I couldn't think straight. I kept wondering what he had taken care of. I ran there as soon as the final bell rang, I knew if I stayed too long, Pyro would find me. When I got there Scott was already waiting and when he saw me slow to a stop he smiled at me as we started walking together.

"Where to this time?" I asked slightly amused. I know he glanced at me sideways, even though I couldn't see his eyes, so I quickly stuck my tongue out at him as we started up the stairs. We were almost to the top when he smirked and decided to tell me.

"To my room." I nearly tripped going up the stairs but he caught my arm and held me steady as he laughed. "You didn't talk to Pyro yet did you?" I shook my head to signify that I hadn't. "Damn."

"What? If it has to do with him, 'damn' is not a good word." It was his turn to shake his head.

"Your things and Silver's things were supposed to be moved into mine and Logan's rooms this afternoon…but…"

"'But', but what?"

"You two don't have rooms anymore, they're nothing but ash." I nodded in understanding, which meant that Pyro found out somehow. This wasn't good. I didn't stop thinking about that until I entered his room. Red…everything was red.

"You do realize that I'm going to add black to your room to make it look better, right?" I nearly missed the slight wince he gave when I said that. He couldn't see color; it must have been a sore spot. "You can see shades of red though; otherwise you'd be completely blind, right?" He nodded. For the first time I really looked around the room. "Scott…where am I-"

He decided that this was a good place to say that we should go to dinner. So we both went downstairs to find some food. By the time that we walked back upstairs I had almost forgotten my question. When he opened the door for me I looked around again and remembered my question, but this time before I could ask it Scott passed me an overly large shirt and pointed to the bathroom. I was starting to get slightly irritated; he was pointedly trying to ignore the question he knew was coming.

I did as he wanted first and when I came back out I almost forgot to breathe. He was facing away from me so I had a moment to stare at him. Starting at the top and slowly letting my eyes lower, messy hair, golden tanned skin that I could see shift as he moved and sweatpants that were barely clinging to his hips. I had to mentally stop myself from saying something about it, but when my eye's traveled back up his front side over his flat stomach, his chest, the smirk on his lips up into the visor he wore, I knew I didn't have to say anything. I felt myself grow hot with embarrassment of being caught staring.

"No comment to go with the blush?" He asked smiling. I blushed more before looking at the bed again.

"Scott, where am I suppose to-"

"Well…I was going to get a couch but…uhhh."

"Never got around to it?" I asked him.

"I didn't really have a need for one, so now that I do…"

"But where am I going to-"

"You can take the bed, I really don't mind sleeping on the floor for a night or two until I get a couch." He stated not looking at me. I very slowly walked over to him and took his hand, leading him to the bed.

"I'm not going to take your bed. It's your room. I can sleep-"

"No." I was slightly shocked when he turned to me. "You're a guest in my room, and I'm a gentleman, you're more than welcome to use my bed. I won't have you sleeping on the floor."

"Neither will I." I crossed my arms in front of myself and stood my ground. I wouldn't let him sleep on the floor. I was surprised when he looked like he was blushing and turned his head away from me.

"Well we could always…" I looked at him signaling him to continue with the thought. "we could always…share the bed." I could tell he was shocked at himself for even suggesting the possibility of us sleeping together. 'Us sleeping together? That doesn't sound like such a bad idea.'

"Alright, but, there's only two problems." I stated as he climbed into the bed and I climbed into the other side, just now realizing how cold the room was.

"Only two?" He asked as he grabbed a remote from the nightstand and for the first time I noticed the huge entertainment system on the other wall. He turned it on to a movie that was just starting. I sat there stiffly for a moment not really noticing the movie until people started screaming and body's were being thrown around.

"I have nightmares." I felt him shift on the bed slightly to look at me.

"What's the other?" I returned his gaze before scooting in very close and laying my head on his shoulder.

"I have a snuggling problem when I sleep with people." I felt him tense but he very quickly relaxed and placed an arm around me as he lay all the way down. He turned the television off before leaning over and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

"Get some sleep." I blinked to clear my head the second time that day.

"Scott?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you just kiss me?"

"No." He paused for a moment before adding. "Kind of."

"What's kind of?" I asked past a yawn.

"I kissed your forehead…but I didn't really KISS you. That would have involved lips and tongue- actually I think that I've said enough, night Kit." As I fell asleep I couldn't help but put my hand on his bare stomach. I felt the muscles tense then relax as I slid my hand to lay on his chest. I was very quickly loosing consciousness so I somehow decided it was a good idea to lean up and kiss his cheek. I heard him take in a sharp breath but my brain didn't process it.

"'Night Scott, and thank you."

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