A/N: I didn't know the little boy's name in this scene, (it was in the movie) so I made up one.
After hours of endless tossing and turning, she couldn't take it anymore. Leslie pulled her hair up into a ponytail and crossed the floor out of the room and made her way down the stairs, stopping at an open door on her way to the kitchen. The TV was flicking between the channels. Entering the room she noticed a young boy with glasses sitting on the couch. Every time that he blinked the channel changed.
"That's cool." She said. The boy removed his eyes from the screen and looked at her.
"Thank you." He replied before looking back to the television.
"Why are you up so late?" She asked.
"I don't sleep. What about you?"
Leslie looked to the TV, a documentary about a rat's life was now on. "I couldn't sleep."
He nodded. "That happens a lot around here."
He had always been a light sleeper. The slightest noise could manage to wake him. Grabbing his lighter, he threw off the covers and stood up. Pulling a gray shirt over his muscular body, he headed to wear the noise was coming from. Hearing voices from a room, he decided to check it out. John stood in the doorway, watching them talk, fingering his Zippo. There she was again. Why couldn't he stop thinking about her? She was just another girl, there were a lot of them at this school, and she wasn't special, there were plenty of other mutants here too. He leaned his shoulder against the entryway and continued to listen.
"What's your name?"
"Mikey. What's yours.?"
"Leslie. So, what do you do at night. It must be pretty boring with everyone asleep." Mikey nodded. "It is boring, but you get used to it."
She smiled, this kid was pretty neat. After ruffling his hair, she got up and headed towards the kitchen, where she had intended to go before running into Mikey.
John didn't want her to see his eavesdropping, so he flattened himself against the wall as she exited the room, hoping she wouldn't notice his presence. His eyes followed her as she walked down the hallway. Running his fingers through his dark hair, he sighed. This wasn't suppose to happen. He was suppose to be Pyro, the tough guy with an attitude. Tough guys don't sigh, tough guys don't act like love sick idiots. What was going on? He had only known this girl for a couple of hours. In his mind, his feelings weren't good.
She reached up to the cabinet and swung it open, setting a bowl on the table. She opened another cabinet door and grabbed some cereal. A clank was made behind, the sound of metal tapping metal. Jumping slightly, she flipped around only to see John leaning on the door frame, flicking his lighter on and off and watching her. She let out a breath or relief, not used to being in a place with other mutants. Looking back up at him, she noticed how amazing attractive he was. The way he seemed so confident (even though those who know him well say he is one of the most insecure guys at the school.), always fiddling with that damn lighter, and always seeming so collected and unfazed. His dark brown eyes continued to stare at her, holding her gaze.
"That's my cereal you're about to eat." He told her.
Cocking an eyebrow she grabbed the box and held it up. "Your cereal? What makes it your cereal."
John smirked, this girl was feisty. Most of the others at this place just cowered down to him, letting him win. He stood upright from the frame and walked towards her. "It just is." He said, snatching his precious Captain Crunch from her grip.
Leslie glared at him. Screw this guy, just because he's decent looking doesn't mean that he had any control over her. She'd been around plenty of good looking guys, they practically fawned over her at her past seven schools that she had been to in the past four years. Sure, they wanted her, but she didn't want them. None of them could ever begin to understand her. "Whatever." She said, flipping her hand and starting to walk away.
He stopped her, grabbing her arm. "Isn't it past your bed time?" He asked sarcastically.
"Isn't it past your bed time?" It was known worldwide. Saying the same thing back was the ultimate comeback. I have been informed many times, and this has been used against me many times.
John chuckled and got two spoons, a bowl, and the milk out. "Geez, don't get all frustrated. I was just joking, come on and eat."
She eyed him, wondering whether or not to go over there. Hey, it was just some cereal, and she was hungry. Nothing bad could happen. She shrugged and sat down at the counter next to him. Dipping the spoon into the Captain Crunch and mile, she took a huge bite, chewing on it contently. They sat in silence just eating, every now and then one of them would make a random comment about something that popped into their mind, but nothing else. When she finished eating she sat back in the chair, patting her now full stomach. "That was good."
John smiled and grabbed all of the silverware and bowls off of the table and took them to the sink. He let the warm water drip down his hands as he soaped everything and left them in the sink. "Thanks." Leslie said to him. John just bobbed his head for a reply and turned back around to her, leaning against the sink. He always seemed to be leaning against something.
"So, besides the obvious which was on the news, what happened?" He was curious, so why not ask?
She rolled her eyes. She just knew someone was going to ask her about that. "Well, as you know there was a party the other night. And a party isn't a party without excessive amounts of alcohol. I wasn't completely drunk, but I had had enough to the point where I wasn't exactly sure of everything going on." She looked at him. Noting his interest in the matter she continued. "Me and this guy were getting pretty hot and heavy and things got out of control. I didn't want to go any further, but he did. So, I did what I had to do. But, being under the influence of alcohol, I sort of over did it a little. I didn't mean to set the whole entire house on fire."
"That's understandable." John replied.
"Yup. I didn't know what to do next, so I ran away. And now I'm here. With you."
John smiled and shook the brown hair out of his eyes. "Funny the way things work out."
Leslie shrugged. His opinion didn't really matter to her. She was independent, she could take care of herself. Who cares what this random guy who just happens to sit next to her in one of her classes thought. Of course, she wasn't aware that he had just as much of an attitude and asshole-ish personality that she did. She was unaware of how much their personalities were alike. "So what's your story?" She asked with little emotion in her voice.
He wasn't ready to tell her that. Actually, he wasn't ready to tell anyone about that. The only person that knew was Charles Xavier, but that's only because he could read minds. "I really don't think that's any of your business."
She held up both of her hands. "Whoa sorry. I thought we were swapping stories here. Didn't realize you were so sensitive about yours."
He shot her an icy glare. Lighting his Zippo, he took the flames into his hand. Leslie watched him with interest. What was he going to do, light her on fire? She let out a laugh, only causing his anger to rise more. He threw the fire ball at her. Quickly, she ducked just in time. The fire soared over her head, she looked behind her and it was coming at her again. An energy ball started to glow in her hand and she tossed it at his fire. As the two connected, an small explosion occurred. She turned back around to face John, wagging her finger at him. "Now aren't you a touchy one?"
His frown deepened at her words. Fearing that he might go ballistic and throw more fire at her, she stared into his eyes, draining his energy. John wavered back and forth a couple times before she stopped. Instead of creating a ball with it in her hand, she stored it inside of her for later use. Carefully she made her away around the counter and to John who was now sitting on the floor. "Sorry 'bout that. I thought you were gonna try and kill me or something." She said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
He rolled his eyes. He was only a few inches away from her now, and the only thing he could think of was grabbing her and doing naughty things right there in the kitchen. Shaking his head, he didn't know what to do. So, he decided to leave. Standing up he made a quick exit back to his room.