A/N: I decided to upload this chapter too, so people will get a feel for the story. Please read and review.
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John Allerdyce and Bobby Drake. They were roommates and best friends. They were also rivals. The two were total opposites. John was the rebellious, I-don't-give-a-fuck, kind of guy and Bobby was the perfect, everybody-loves-me, kind of guy. Even, their mutations were opposing. Fire and Ice. It was a weird combination of friends. They're views were totally different, but some how they managed to form a friendship.
It was a different kind of friendship. They weren't fast friends and they didn't have much in common. They were constantly around each other because they were roommates, and somehow a friendship grew from that. They were always together, whether they liked it or not. Soon, they didn't mind each other. They didn't argue much. John didn't care much about anything. He didn't say much either, unless it was a sarcastic remark or a witty comment. He listened more than talked, and kept his angst to himself.
Bobby liked to talk and John liked to listen. Bobby would talk about anything and John never had an opinion. Sometimes, he would say something clever and make Bobby roll his eyes or glare at him. John didn't care about anything. He seemed to care about himself, but that was it. He didn't really like anyone else. He only hung around Bobby. When Bobby talked to him, he would talk back. It started as a weird relationship.
But they're relationship grew. They became like actual best friends. They were more open with each other and while John didn't seem like he gave a fuck, Bobby was starting to care about his friend like he did with other people. He and John could joke around together. And they did everything together. Sometimes it would be like a competition. And other times, it was just relaxing or stupid. They were best friends, whether they would have liked to admit it or not.
John remembered the first time he met Bobby Drake. He had just been expelled from his school, again, and was being kicked out of his foster home, again. That's when Professor Xavier found him and he recruited him back to his nice little institute for the 'gifted.' John didn't buy that crap, but he had no other choice. He went to the institute. Xavier just talked to him a lot about meaningless nothings. He sat there, in his office, and pretended to listen. He found himself making the 'clicking' sounds with his lighter, which didn't seem to bother Xavier at all.
"Do you understand that, John?" Xavier asked him. He shrugged.
"Yeah, whatever," He muttered, knowing this guy could read his thoughts at anytime and find out what he was really thinking.
"Scott Summers will show you to your room," Xavier said. "You'll be sharing it with another mutant named Bobby Drake."
John closed his lighter cap closed and slipped it into his pocket. 'Great,' He thought to himself. 'Stuck sharing a room with some idiot, probably. He'll get sick of me by tomorrow and maybe I'll get my own room.'
He forced himself up and grabbed his stuff. He followed the mutant wearing the red sunglasses, in silence. He hoped that the mutant wouldn't make conversation. Of course, what he hoped for never worked.
"You'll really like it here," Scott said to him. John looked over at him, briefly, and then went back to looking at the floor. "Xavier's school is really good. He's done so much."
John tuned out as the mutant started to talk more. He had absolutely no interest. He was only here because there was nowhere else to go. Eventually, they apparently arrived at his room.
"This is it," Scott said. "Good luck."
He smiled weakly at John and walked off. John sighed. He may as well and meet the loser he would be sharing his room with for the time being. He opened the door and walked it. On the bed, near the far end of the room, was a boy sitting, looking like he was doing homework or something. The boy looked up and smiled. He had blonde hair, perfectly gelled up with spikes, and icy blue eyes.
"Hi, you must be my roommate," He said to John. "I'm Bobby."
"Right," John muttered. He looked around at the room. It was pretty neat. Of course it would be. The boy looked like one of those 'good' boys. They weren't going to get along.
"What's your name?" He asked John. John looked over at him, as he threw his stuff on his bed.
"John," He replied with apathy. He sat down on the edge of his bed and sighed. He looked up at Bobby, who was staring. "You."
Bobby broke out of the gaze. "What?"
"What are
your so-called powers, anyway?" He asked. Of course
John needed to know this. He wanted to know who had the advantage between their
situation. Bobby grinned.
"Oh, that," He moved up to the edge of his bed and was facing John. He held out his right hand in front of him, showing his palm. With his left hand, he started to produce ice with his fingertips and started to make something in the palm of his right hand. John watched, intently. In just moments, Bobby made a mini-sculpture of a lion. Bobby smiled at his creation.
John showed no signs of interest. He pulled out his lighter and flicked the cap open. He ignited it to make a small flame appear. With the flame, he increased it in size and sent it over to the small lion, making it melt in Bobby's hand. Bobby shook the water from his hand and grinned at John.
"Sweet," He said. John smirked.
"I know," He said, glad to show off. Bobby tried to make more attempts at a conversation, but all he got was a taste of John's attitude. He finally figured out it was no use to try and talk with John. He would just make some comment or he'll ignore the topic all together. Bobby was starting to learn all about his new roommate. He wouldn't satisfy John by letting him know that he was an ass. He would try and make friends with John no matter what.
John didn't expect that. He didn't expect that at all.