Xavier
"You look so cute!" Sam laughed, standing from where he sat waiting for me while I got my hair cut.
I laughed, my cheeks staining with my incessant blush, and pulled him out the door so he couldn't embarrass me more. I pushed my glasses up on my nose, and laced my fingers with Sam's.
"It's a little shorter than I would have liked, but I told her that I wanted something a little different. I just decided to trust her judgment," I told him, and he laughed.
"That was very brave of you," he teased, and I scowled at him.
My phone rang in my pocket and I fished it out.
"Hello?"
"I got your note, Zay. Way to just leave us here," Joanna joked, and I heard paper crinkle on the other end.
"Sorry, babe, but spending three days with you and Jackson in a car isn't the most relaxing thing," I teased.
She scoffed. "Whatever! You're not the one who was crammed in the back with someone almost your size."
I laughed and Sam squeezed my hand.
"Suck it up, Jo. You'll live, sweetie," I teased her.
She made an annoyed sound and hung up on me. Though I loved her dearly, I was glad to have more time alone with Sam. Especially since we were now living in LA, one of the sunniest places on Earth, and he'd probably be able to leave the house only once or twice a month. He was dressed in long sleeves and jeans, but it was overcast enough for him to walk around and be safe. The Volturi would have his head for this, but as long as I was alive they wouldn't get anywhere near him.
I felt my stomach growl, and I knew Sam heard it.
"Hungry, sweetheart?" He asked me, smiling.
"Like you don't know the answer," I teased.
He grinned, and I rubbed at the back of my neck. Though it was overcast, it was so hot.
"How do you feel about Mexican?" He asked me.
"Mexican's fine," I said, just wanting to get out of the heat.
We ducked into a brightly colored Mexican restaurant called On The Border. I'd loved eating here back home in Georgia when Sam and I would go into Atlanta on weekends. We were seated quickly, since it was noon on a Monday and everyone was at work. Sam declined food when the waitress came around but I ordered a Coke and beef enchiladas.
Two guys here with their girlfriends walked past our table, and they glanced at us. As they passed behind Sam, the girls giggled and hung their wrists limply, mouthing the word "homo" to each other. My cheeks flushed faster than I thought possible, and they laughed harder, their boyfriends now in on the joke.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked me, glancing at them as they left the restaurant.
I shook my head, ducking my head and resting my forehead on my hand. Sam reached over, meaning to touch my arm, but I pulled it away.
"You were doing so good today," he muttered, and as if he knew why I was upset looked out the window at the group of teenagers as they stood outside waiting for the crosswalk. "What did they say?"
I told him what they did, and he growled under his breath. He knew how hard it was for me to be teased about being gay. Having trouble with my family didn't exactly make me a willing candidate for teasing from strangers. I decided that it didn't matter and that I owed Sam an apology.
"I'm sorry," I told him, and he snapped his head over to me.
"Why?" His eyes, though I hated to say this, were a rich gold tinted with anger but glazed over with concern.
"I wouldn't let you touch me earlier, and you know that's not like me," I said, wringing my hands in my lap.
"Oh," he mumbled. "I didn't think anything of it. I just wanted to know what was wrong."
I leaned over the table, closer to Sam, and he leaned in as well.
"I'd kiss you right now for being the best person in the world with putting up with me, but we're in a very public place. When we get home though," I told him, smiling.
He laughed, and fell back against the booth. "Only you, babe."
I flushed, and remembered something. "Hey, if you get to call me 'darling,' then I'm gonna call you 'darlin'."
"Okay, I'd like that," he murmured, and thought for a second.
He smiled wickedly, and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"What are you thinking?" I asked him slowly, not sure if I really wanted to know.
He smirked and took my napkin, fishing a pen out of his pocket, and scribbled something down on it. He slid it across the table to me, and laid his pen on the table. I read the napkin and my cheeks flamed.
Just imagining you beneath me, calling me that while we made love. How do you feel about that, darling?
"I don't know why you say Joanna has a dirty mind; you are a twisted little minx," I told him, shoving the napkin into my pocket as the waitress walked up.
He laughed under his breath, and I thanked the waitress. She tried fruitlessly to flirt with us, but it didn't work for obvious reasons. When she finally left, I looked at Sam, and he smiled at me.
It wasn't a coy kind of smile, or his devilish smirk. It was loving, but friendly enough to not alert the entire restaurant we leaked rainbows. I blushed slightly and smiled back.
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Magnus
Adam laid across the back seat of the car, his head resting in my lap, and slept the entire time. It was dark outside by now, and I laid my head back on the seat.
"You should sleep, Magnus."
I glanced up at Jasper.
"I'll sleep in a while," I said, and looked back out the window.
After a while, the outside bored me, and I looked down at Adam. He had curled up as best he could in the cramped back seat, and as if he could sense me watching him, he nuzzled my thigh sweetly. I felt my cheeks get hot, and I ducked my head further. I distracted myself by stroking Adam's inky hair, running my fingers through it. His forehead creased momentarily, and his captivating blue eyes opened, staring up at me for a second. He yawned, and shifted, trying in vain to stretch his long legs out.
"Sit up, darling," I prodded him, and he sat up, sniffling.
He groaned, pressing the heels of his hands into his sinuses. I rubbed his back, feeling so sorry for him.
"Come here, Adam," I crooned, and he snuggled up to my side, draping his legs over my lap.
We were still affectionate with each other, even though we were all but surrounded by the opposite sexual orientation. We wouldn't give up our close contact just because we might be making someone uncomfortable. I learned that a long time ago.
Adam reached up, turning on the light momentarily to search for his phone. He looked up at me and then his gaze flickered back down to where his hand was searching. Suddenly his head snapped back up, and his pale eyes were wide with shock.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked him, cradling the side his face in my hand.
He reached forward and brushed his fingertips over my cheekbone. "Your eyes…"
I knew him talking must have killed his throat, but I asked him, "What?"
"Your pupils," he said.
Alice turned around in her seat, and Jasper looked at us in the rearview mirror. I looked at them, and Alice gasped. Jasper reached up, without taking his eyes off the road, and turned the rearview mirror towards me. I gasped, my muscles locking up.
Staring back at me, I didn't recognize my own face. My green/golden brown eyes were wide, obviously, but my pupils were what shocked us all. Instead of them being round and normal like Adam's or all of the other people I lived with, they were slit like a cat's. I started shaking, and Adam slipped his arm around my shoulders. I covered my mouth with my hand, ducking my head and squeezing my eyes shut. A soft sob escaped me and Adam pulled me closer, pushing my head down onto his shoulder.
"Mag," he rasped, trying to comfort me.
God bless him, he was pushing aside the fact that he was so unbelievably sick just to console me.
Out of nowhere, a blue light flashed in front of my face. My eyes snapped open as Adam jumped. Gas blue flames flickered from my fingertips and my mouth fell open. This was so confusing, and I didn't know what was happening. I balled my hand up into a fist and buried my face in Adam's shoulder. Adam kissed my head, stroking my hair away from my hot, sticky face.
"Magnus, baby," Adam forced out, trying to get me to look at him.
I picked my head up, keeping it turned away from Alice and Jasper. I wouldn't look him in the eye, but I knew that it would just spur him on to force me.
He cleared his throat, and swallowed. "Look at me."
I had to look at him then, his voice so raspy and weak pulled at my heart. I knew no matter what Adam would still love me, but that didn't seem to comfort me any.
Adam framed my face with his cold hands, and studied my eyes carefully. He cocked his head to the side, intently staring at me.
"I knew there was always something different about you," he muttered, smiling.
I choked out a laugh/sob and smiled. Adam wiped the tears from my eyes and kissed my forehead.
Everything was calm thereafter, and Adam watched my hands flicker with the blue flame with his head on my shoulder.
"Do not blow up my car," Alice teased from the front seat.
Both Adam and I laughed, and I laid my head over on his, turning it to kiss his forehead. Though life sometimes threw unexpected things at you, as long as you had people there for you, you'd always get over them.
There was some drama and some fluff. Hope you loved it all.
Peace,
CFD
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