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WARNING! The following story contains slash as in male/male relationships, at one point male/male/male. You no like, you no read. I did warn you. Oh and it's a teensy bit angsty…
Lone AngelChapter 3, Art Class
"Don't forget class that your final projects and your completed sketchbooks are due on the 25th, for those of you who don't know that's exactly 3 weeks away." Warren wasn't good at art and didn't even try to pretend to be like some of the others. He was only in this class because he'd joined the school part way through a term and didn't have much choice in his optional classes, just had to fit in where there was room for him.
"I have no idea what to do," he sighed and looked down at his practically empty sketchbook. He'd stupidly chosen to do the topic of friends, it wasn't that easy to do when he didn't really have any friends and never had.
"What have you done so far?" Bobby asked taking the thin sketchbook before warren could stop him.
"Don't look, I'm terrible at drawing," Warren said quickly, trying to reach for his book but Bobby had already opened it and was looking at the first page. On it was just writing, a simple little bit explaining Warren's project. It was what it said that actually shocked Bobby,
Friends, a subject that I have chosen to do but something I have never had.
Underneath was a solitary scribble of a little boy with angels wings alone in a spotlight, the page behind was black.
"Warren…" the now confused Bobby looked up into Warren's eyes as he slowly turned the page and found more similar scribbles next to stuck photo copies of pictures from Warren's childhood.
"These are terrible, don't look at them-I didn't mean to ask out loud…" Warren mumbled as Bobby turned another page and found scribbles of himself and other people at the mansion including Peter, most with their powers on. The title at the top of the page said,
Are they my friends or is it just pity?
"Warren is this what you really think?" Bobby asked, his voice easily betraying how shocked he was. "That we like you out of pity?"
"I-I'm-It doesn't-I-no…" Warren pulled the sketchbook from Bobby and moved tables, head down, his wings held tightly into his back.
"What was that about?" Peter asked from his seat opposite Bobby.
"He thinks that we talk to him out of pity."
"What? Why does he think that? I like him!" Peter said angrily, glancing quickly at Warren who was now writing something on a blank page of his sketchbook. Bobby raised an eyebrow in surprise, it sounded more like his Russian friend had a tiny weeny bit of a crush on a certain angel. "What?"
"You like him do you?" Bobby asked, his eyebrow's raising further as he made the speck mark signs with his fingers around the work "like". "Well if so we need to convince him and soon."
"Yeah, yeah we definitely do."
He was flying once again, circling the mansion slowly as he thought and cried. Bobby was not supposed to have seen that stuff, no one was meant to see them, see how pathetic and lonely he was. Now there was no chance of him getting any real friends after Bobby told them all about it.
The tears increased so much that he had to land on the lawn in front of the memorials or crash, he was so lonely, so very lonely. Even in a mansion full of kids with the same sort of problem as him he'd never felt more alone.
"Warren?" he turned and found Storm standing a little way off from him looking quite concerned. "What's wrong?" He quickly wiped away the tears and forced a smile.
"Nothing Miss Munroe."
"I don't believe you I'm afraid Warren, you were crying pretty heavily. You know you can talk to me," she moved forwards and gently put a hand on his shoulder.
"I know Miss but nothings wrong, really."
"I don't believe that Warren, not for one bit."
"I'm just a little lonely and-and homesick is all. It'll pass, nothing to worry about. Honest. I'm gonna go and do um some more work on my art project."
"Alright Warren but know I'm here if you ever want to talk."
"I know Miss. Thanks." Slowly he went into the mansion, passing Bobby and Rogue quickly and went up to his room where he flung himself down and cried once more, unable to stop.
A/N There we go, another chapter. Thanks for all the positive responses everybody but please don't tie me to my computer just yet, I need to get into school to take my A2 exams after all.