~~This section contains short story like events rather than short only explanatory incidents instead! It contains romance but is still rated G. If you are going for something more graphic, this doesn't offer it. Also, it is more so a story about the viewer who mentions themselves in the first person's relationship with Colossus rather than her viewing him going through humorous or embarrassing moments~~

THERE WAS YOU

Strong and sturdy

Slick and sleek
You are just the boy
I like to meet.
Around the corner
I didn't know what I'd find.
But there was you
Cute and of a unique kind.
Now I need you
But you have gone away
My heart went with you
But here, I stay.

Besides for Xavior, the only other person who knew I existed learned about me in the funniest way. I really have no saving purpose like all the others. It is a disappointment, truly. I can mess with water but that is about all. One day, a student did not understand his powers fully. Xavior brought him on a little "field trip" to understand. I tagged along. I have nothing to really do anyway. The Russian young man was strong and everything but I guessed it frightened him. They, or should I say we, went to a museum. I have no idea what purpose it served but it had paintings. They were beautiful and captivating even though they were just pieces of paper with things written on them. It was my first time in a place like that. A large sound went off. I jumped and being the stupid blond that I am (I know that much about me), I went to investigate. I probably should have listened when Xavior realized I was there and told me to stay put, but I couldn't think of any reason not to go. You realize I wasn't really thinking at all! Well, maybe I was thinking! I'm not one who wants to be saved. It is more of that I want to be acknowledged or to be the savior of somebody. So I guess I just wasn't thinking rationally. Well, he sent Colossus, the student with him, after me in the general direction. I guess Xavior could feel like a pulse from my thoughts or something. Maybe they could hear my footsteps. I honestly don't know. The building next door have burst in flames, I figured out as I slung the doors open. Screams erupted from up the stairs. That was when I realized it was an apartment building. Colossus swung his arms right next to me. I had been leaning on the door, leaving it ajar. Xavior probably told him I was invisible so he didn't think the door being open was a natural phenomenon. Rushing away, I ran towards the building. I laughed as, looking back, I saw him wondering where I was going. Apparently that alerted him and he ran in my direction. Once inside, I forgot about him as the realization that I was in a burning building came into play. I found I was in a lobby. A potted plant burned in the corner and the door to the stairs collapsed from the flames. From sounds erupting, I could tell some people were stuck in the elevator. I tried to pry it open. Being weak does not help at all! I don't think it ever will help me. I grabbed a metal pipe that had fallen and used it as a crowbar. It was quite hot but a wave of water from my hands, which I did not summon, washed over it. The end I held began to cool while part of it sizzled. I managed to jar it open. The sight I saw was horrifying! The people who had been in the elevator had died from the deadly flames. Those flames burst forth. It hurt and didn't help at all. Wincing, I leaned forward the person closest to me made my heart stop. It was my mother! Water burst forth. It seems only to do that when I am in danger, not others! Everything and, I think, myself burned. I passed out but not before I was in another's arms. It was a freezing cold being that shimmered... When I woke up, Xavior was there with me in a room. I knew it was in the "X- Men Base", as I called it, but I didn't know where, considering the room looked like a hospital room. Colossus also stood nearby. I could not help but laugh. I could only imagine how weird this was for him to see the impressions on the bed showing a person was there but not being able to see them. How I imagined it was rather humorous to me. "How are you feeling, Marianne?" Xavior asked me. I nodded before remembering I was invisible. "Fine," I said finally. He nodded. "I don't want you to leave this building. You need to stay here!" he told me folding his hands. There went all my adventures and my chances to go home. It didn't really matter anyway! I had lost my mom and didn't even know who my dad was. Well, that is just my opening! From it, he became one of the people I observed. Mostly, it was from being unsure about the fire incident, but still! I find it amazing from how far away some of the recruits come from! He's from Russia, Kurt is from Germany, and Pyro is from Australia. Yet, realize how cute his accent is. Well, then again, I love accents so I guess I can't really say anything! School is one big disappointment. I can't do anything or get the teacher to clarify anything; but then again, I don't get punished for skipping! School is like a battleground for Colossus and his foes. Apparently, it isn't bad for him! He is like "defender of the weak"... and the poor... Anyway, he is very defensive of Syren, who is short for her age. I don't really know how tall I am but I would like to believe I am taller than most people are. They might as well be boyfriend and girlfriend! Ha! So funny... Sorry, well, anyway, he felt that every bully was a harm to everyone. Colossus, or Peter, always was in trouble with the school. HE was called a bully for picking on the bullies. Colossus walked into the school building. People all around him either gathered in-groups or opened their lockers. With one hand, he held his backpack over his shoulder. The other hung at his side. Amazingly, Syren wasn't there. She was sick. He was all alone and some people noticed. A couple of rude boys taunted him but he walked on. Scott didn't even say hi to Colossus. He just continued to talk to Jean. It would have been so much fun to pull a prank on him but I resisted. How would Jean react if I did that? She would probably think I was a poltergeist and try to hurt me! Colossus walked past everyone. Kurt was with Kitty and Amanda, fooling around. Their laughter made him flinch. It all made me realize Syren was like his right hand. Also, I learned that when he is sad, he is REALLY depressed. He sat down outside on the grass and leaned against a tree. Colossus practiced his French, which is quite funny to me. He should have taken German instead, as it is closer to his own language but whatever! "Pauvre vieux!" I said which translates into "You poor thing." He looked around frantically as I took a seat next to him. "Qui'y est?" he asked still in French. He shook his head. "Who's there?" he repeated this time in English. "C'est moi, Marianne!" I said, still talking in French. That meant, "It's me, Marianne." "Oh..." he said. I could identify the disappointment in his voice. I am not the most fun companion, I guess you could say. "Sorry to disturb you!" I said, getting up. He found my ankle as I stood up and yanked. I fell flat on my face. "Don't go," he said. "I'm sorry." "If-oh-if!" I mumbled still on my face. "Huh?" I got up and took my "seat". "I said, it's okay!" I repeated. He found my leg. It was a very uncomfortable feeling for me. Apparently it was for him too because he put his hand back into his own lap. "So... Syren isn't here today," I said. "Yup," he said blankly. "You sound disappointed," I told him. "There is nothing going on between us!" he cried. A couple of people looked at him oddly. He blushed and I couldn't help but giggle. "I didn't say there was," I told him. I got up. The first bell rang so we both needed to get to class. I couldn't resist. I put my hand in his hair and ruffled it. "See you later!" I giggled. I ran off before he could reach me, laughing as I went. If you are any type of expert at this type of thing, you would know I kind of really liked him. He was and still is a cute, muscular, Russian man, or prince, as I like to think. As I looked behind me, I could tell he was trying to find me by the way he walked. Eventually, which was like two minutes, he gave up looking. Almost like a "guardian" angel, I followed him to his first class. The teacher looked funny. She was old with wrinkles covering her face. She had a pencil behind her ear and walked with her back hunched over. The funniest quality to her was that she was strict to the girls but flirted with the guys. "Peter, why did the Byzantine Empire last longer than the Roman?" the tenth grade World Civilization teacher asked in her New York accent. "Because of its capital?" he guessed an eyebrow raised. "You make this old woman's heart flutter! Correct!" she said. I had to muffle a laugh. I hadn't been in this classroom before, being in ninth grade, but still. Lunch was different but he sat with Kurt, Scott, and the others who didn't ignore him now. I sat nearby. I couldn't eat lunch. If a lunch lady watched food disappear right in front of her, the school would lose too many to the insane asylums. Plus, the school would probably be shut down or something of the sort for being suspected of hiring the insane to serve lunch, as hilarious as it was. Because I could make inorganic and some organic things disappear, I had fun rummaging through his backpack. Sure enough, he was obsessed with Syren. His notebooks had her name written all over them. I also found a journal. In case you haven't learned it from the beginning, I am quite curious. So, I flipped through it. It contained doodles and romantic stuff about Syren including a very graphic dream about her. Also, there was an entry about me! Dear Journal, Today has been odd. My powers have me in awe and fear of myself. I am always afraid that I will hurt someone. Today, the professor took me to the museum. A girl who is invisible, something maman talks about only in stories, followed us. A building went on fire and she went to it. Xavior told me. I guess I had to save her she is very annoying in that way! How can you save someone being invisible? Later. She woke up. She didn't even thank me. I could tell she was irritated she wasn't allowed to go on any of her little adventures but serves her right! She is so stuck up! That entry was so annoying. It might have been a bit different but those were some of the things it said! Starting it with "Dear Journal" was so original! I don't know why he couldn't be more creative! Well, since I was at it, I decided to play matchmaker! Even though it hurt me later on, I forged a note from Syren and placed it in his backpack. It said that she loved him but wanted to say it to his face! Kind of cheesy, I know but it was something to entertain me. Maybe that is what I have made my purpose, having fun and all. Peter reached down to grab his backpack and I backed away. The note fell out and he fingered it, looking around. I still wonder what he thought I wrote considering he obviously thought I had wrote it. He opened it and read it twice. Tucking it in his pocket, he walked away happy and humming. That was when the twinge of pain hit me. I knew that I was going to regret it. I felt like crying, being rather sensitive. After glancing at him, I found other things to do. I stayed away from him the rest of the day. I walked into my room and put my backpack down. My room was plain. It kept people from coming in. Xavior didn't let anyone else share the room. Of course, it was because of my condition and the SPECIAL request from my mom, whose brother had been similar to me only they didn't know what happened to him, that I had my own room. Sitting on my bed, I fiddled with my fingers and did not notice when someone else walked into my room. A hand found my shoulder and rested there. "Hey," a strong male voice said. I looked up to see Colossus there. "How did you see me?" I asked. "You may be invisible, but you still have a reflection!" he told me smiling. I looked over to the wall mirror next to my dresser. I saw my side portrait: blond hair, brown eyes, a somewhat tight light blue shirt, and regular fit jeans. A small smile reached my face. "Why did you write that note?" he asked. Peter sat down next to me. "You know, you would look really weird right now if someone were to walk by and see you talking to 'nothing!'" I said avoiding the subject. He smiled. "Just answer the question," he said bluntly with a hint of aggravation. "What letter?" I asked playing it innocent. He saw right through it even though he really couldn't see me. "Marianne," he said. "Who's Marianne?" a voice said. We looked up and saw a petite teenager standing in the doorway. She walked over to him. I quickly sifted off the bed as she sat down where I had just been sitting. Putting her arm around him and resting her head on his shoulder, she smiled up at him. He frowned slightly. "You aren't going crazy, are you?" she laughed. He shook his head. "I had a weird dream. I fell asleep at school again. I came here to think about it!" he lied. "Nice cover," I whispered. For a few seconds, she believed him but hearing me, she no longer did. "Peter, who is in here?!" she asked. He shook his head. "No one," he said a little too fast. She knelt down next to the bed. "Crap!" I exclaimed softly. That was where all my personals were! Sure enough, she pulled out one of my bras. It was my "hamper" and she had discovered and, now, exploited it. Colossus ruined it even further. At the sight, he blushed. I would have laughed but it was serious! "And whose is this?" she asked. He opened his mouth. "Rogue? I thought so! I don't know how her name is also Marianne, but... She does seem like a whore to me, but... you?" she exclaimed. Syren took a note out of her pocket. "You give me a note saying you love me and want to tell it to my face, but here you are with another girl! I don't know how she got away but the proof is right there!" She pointed to the bra she had now dropped onto the floor. He shook his head. "No-" he began. "No, I don't want to hear it!" she exclaimed. He slapped the note that I had forged from her into her hands and stalked out of the room. I had written the other one too, but I hadn't even stopped by her room to place it there! She read the note and left both on the ground, hurrying after Colossus. I picked up the bra and my other clothes into my arms. Going down the stairs and a series of hallways, I entered the laundry room. All of the students hated washing their clothes, especially Evan, so they simply bought more clothes until they HAD to bring their clothes to get washed. No one being in there, I started up one of the machines. "Funny you would be in here after that!" he said walking in and making sure he closed the door behind him this time. "I guess you are right when you said that me being invisible and wanting to help people is annoying," I said, head down. "Did you read my..." he said slowly. I nodded. He couldn't see me do it but he took the silence as a yes. "Why?" he asked. Being so good at avoiding the topic, I said, "You dream about Syren a lot!" He glared. "That doesn't matter!" he exclaimed. I brushed up against him as I tried to sneak out of the room and smiled. It was then when I guess I did like him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me in front of him. I looked into his beautiful eyes. "You can't see me," I said softly, pointing it out and walked past him out of the room. Depression isn't that fun but I found myself in it right then. I was different from everyone else and that kept me alone. I had read books about people like that but unlike them, I truly was way too different. Doesn't it aggravate you when someone has to have the last word and make it so you end up feeling sorry for them when you don't want to? Well, I guess I am that kind of person, but the one who comes after you after you do it aggravates me. Of course, I wandered outside and sat beneath a tree. Typical for an escaping thinking place. Well, he knew me enough to know where to find me. He picked the right tree too! Leaning against right next to me, he called out rather loudly, "Are you mad at me?" "No," I said quietly. He sat down. "You're upset," he said. "And you always know where to find me," I retorted softly. "Is that a problem?" he asked. "It can be." I leaned on him and felt like crying. Tear wouldn't come but I was okay with it. He sat and held me quietly. It was a warm, cozy Kodak moment but they don't last. He kissed me softly on the forehead. "I CAN see you," he told me. I opened my eyes as I had shut them, trying to stay in the moment. "Apparently, other people can too!" I pointed out. Syren who had spotted him had walked slowly, smiling in his direction. As if I had suddenly appeared slowly, she might as well as ran towards us, her smile turning into a nasty sneer. I hadn't known her to be an angry person and I don't think anyone else knew her to be either. "I knew you were with someone else!" Syren exclaimed. "Tell me who she is!" "And I knew YOU were too good to be true!" he retorted. I felt kind of left out, so I put my two-sense in too! "You could talk to me instead of pretending that I am not here!" I cried. "Shut up, Marianne!" she snapped, turning to me. "Well, I am glad we have got my name down!" I said more to myself aloud rather than anyone else. A fight between two people might make you wish you were there when you hear about. Watching it has totally the opposite effect! I wished right then that I could be anywhere else. I was too busy that I didn't notice she had smacked me until after she did it. "That is for putting him in danger and stalking him!" she exclaimed. Stalking him? I wasn't stalking him! Unused to confrontation, I just laughed. She approached me menacingly. Taken unaware, I put out my hand defensively and shut my eyes. A laugh erupted and I opened my eyes. Colossus was laughing at Syren who was drenched from head to toe in water. She just seemed to fume. "Is that your crappy power?" she cried. I grinned and shrugged, feigning ignorance. The next day, I found him quite upset while others were amazed they hadn't known about me. He was upset about Syren. Colossus really did love her. "Go talk to her!" I told him. He shook his head. "You love her." I told him "But I love..." he started. I tilted my head to the side and shook it. "No, you don't!" I said reassuring him. "Now go talk to her." He got up and dragged his feet toward the sobbing figure across the living room. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up, trying to keep down the awareness that as he walked away, so did my heart.