Chapter Six
Rory leaned against the cold cement railing looking out over the garden. Warren and herself had been left standing on the terrace. Warren leaned beside her. She looked at him and smiled. He gave her a small smile in return.
"How long did you say you have been here?" He asked watching her for the first time.
"Four years," answered Rory nodding looking back out over the garden "First time I ever felt slightly normal was when I came here," Rory nodded thinking back over her time at the school, "Even tough I am one of the few with a physically obvious mutation," She looked at Warren, "'til you came of course."
"Of course," He said smiling again. They fell into an uncomfortable silence, which was finally broken by Warren, "What's X-Training?"
"Oh…. uh, have you ever heard of the X-Men?"
Warren nodded.
"Well once you graduate, you're allowed to start to train to become an X-Man." Rory nodded.
Warren looked at her, "Are you going to become an X-Man?"
Rory laughed, Warren just stared at her, "Oh no… no defiantly not." She chuckled still thinking of herself in an X-Suit, "I would look like Cat Woman,"
Warren laughed quietly at the remark, "Anyway I still have a few months before I graduate," She continued.
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I decided to stick to it, get a few more classes under my belt before I left, the cool thing is though I will grad with Jubilee. She is a few months younger then I." Warren nodded.
"What do you plan to do after you graduate?"
Rory thought over the question, "You won't laugh?" She asked feeling slightly self-conscious. Warren shook his head. "I want to become a home economics teacher here. They don't have one yet."
He nodded at her answer, "What do you want to do?" She asked. He gave an uncomfortable laugh.
"I don't know, I was supposed to inherit Worthington Labs…. But I can say with a lot of confidence that that won't happen." Rory smiled at him.
"You never know," She added.
He rolled his eyes, "In this context I think I do." She nodded deciding to drop the subject. "I should go unpack," Warren said looking at Rory.
"Yeah, I…" She was distracted when she looked at his back. He squirmed uncomfortably under her gaze. "Are all you're shirt's like that?" She asked.
Warren looked over his shoulder. Where his wings protruded it was obvious he had cut through the material to create crude holes. The material was badly frayed already. "Uh…yeah, shirts don't come in my size really," He gave her a weak smile before looking at his feet.
"I could tailor your shirts for you," Rory offered. He looked at her.
"You could?"
"Oh yeah, I mean I have already done all my pants and skirts," She turned to he could see her tail in the back of her jeans. "I love to sew, it wouldn't be any trouble."
"Uh…thanks," He said uncomfortably.
"What are friends for?" She said brightly looking at him. The simple remark seemed to catch him off guard.
"Friends?" He repeated.
"Friends." Rory repeated strongly smiling at him.
"Right," Warren answered looking at his feet.
"Come on, I will get your shirts when you go to your room." He nodded and they both went back into the mansion.
Rory didn't really want to be Warren's friend…or at least she wanted more than that. But baby steps seemed the best idea with Warren. He was so shy, so self-conscious. She needed to give him confidence before she would talk about a date.
But for now she was quite happy with fixing his shirts.
