A/n: I promised interesting things…lets get the ball rolling. Oh and like I said, my computer wont let me upload long chapters cuz the sites messed up, so this is 1 chapter spilt into two parts
Chapter 16- Reflection of the Past
With Jean's telekinetic strength and Tristian's promises of watching the shows later, they were able to drag a reluctant Pyro from the TV set and into the car where Tristian drove and Jean sat shot gun since the teenagers couldn't make up their minds without resuming to violence.
They ate at a small restaurant near the busty mall. Rogue finished eating and sat with her chin in her hand staring at across the street longingly, sighing occasionally to make her point. Like a normal teenage girl, she loved the mall like a second home and was unable to visit it due to her differences and having to be heavily covered up, especially in a crowded area where bumping into people was expected.
Tristian took a drink from his soda, finishing it off. He glanced at Jean, crunching on a piece of ice.
She read his look without even touching his mind. She smiled back, taking one last bite of her hamburger and wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Rogue, do you want to go to the mall?"
Rogue jerked up, hands on the table top. "What makes you say that? Did ya read my mind or something?"
John lifted his head off the table where it had been since he was done eating. He desperately wanted to get back to the school and watch TV. "It doesn't take a mind reader to know that that's what you wanted."
A blush rose in her cheeks and she glanced around sheepishly. "Was I that obvious?"
"Yes," the all said together.
Rogue blushed brighter, it rising up her neck. Bobby put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "I love it when you blush like that." He kissed the top of her head, it was what he was reduced to doing since he couldn't touch her. They hadn't worked out all the glitches yet.
Tristian noticed and raised his eyebrows in curiosity, his mind spinning with ideas. First thing was first though. "Alright, Rogue. You can go to the mall. We'll all go with you."
She squealed with glee and stood up, heading to the car while Tristian paid.
"That's nice of you," Jean said.
He turned his head towards her, "I like these three. Like I said, it's been awhile since I had friends I could trust."
"They don't know everything yet do they?" she asked. She looked at the ground and he could tell she was ashamed of the question.
"No, not yet. But I don't think it'll matter to them."
"That's funny," her eyes met his. "Neither did I."
He gave her a smile and took his change, shoving it into his wallet. He put his arm around her shoulders guiding her out and to the car with the awaiting teenagers. They drove across the street to the busy mall and looked around for ten minutes until John caught sight of a spot up a head. Tristian made a go for it but a car caught him off taking it.
"Asshole," John growled. Bobby hit his shoulder giving him a look and John only shook his head.
Tristian snickered, "We'll find another spot. No big deal." But just as he said it the car backed up moving along. With a frown he took the space. Rogue jumped out of the car before he could even turn the ignition off. He opened his door and glanced at Jean. She was staring straight ahead, but the turning of her corner lips told him what she did.
He shook his head and chuckled. "You're good."
"He took your spot, it was justice," she said, he wasn't sure if she was telling him that or herself. He only got out of the car and locked it behind them, following after Rogue and the other two as they turned first into Anchor Blue then into Hot Topic.
Tristian glanced around at some of the clothes and settled on buying a couple pairs of pants from Anchor blue and a few shirts from both the stores, not to mention a pair of black sun glasses. He stood inside the store with Jean who had bought herself some things from both stores, nothing too wild of course, waiting for the others to finish.
"She sure does like to shop," he noted, watching Rogue bounce around, envying all the shirts and pants, unable to make up her mind on what else she wanted.
"It's the age," Jean told him with a nod.
"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "So…how are things going?"
"Good," she said blankly.
He looked at her, giving her a serious face. He wanted to know what was going on inside her, he wanted to help her.
She sighed, "I don't want to discuss it, Tristian."
She said his name fully and the tone was a warning one, telling him not to push. But he never listened, why start now? "I'm serious, Jean. What's up? You can talk to me."
She waited a minute. Her eyes out of focus as she thought it over. He waited a full minute, watching her as people walked into the store, brushing past them. She stood silent and he thought she decided to ignore him. He pressed too hard. But she reached for his hand, holding it and giving him a squeeze. "I know, Trist…but I don't want to talk about it right now." She looked into his eyes and he could see the hurt, the hurt of speaking of it. Whatever it was, it was hard for her. "I want to talk about it as much as you want to talk about your past…someday I will…but not yet."
He nodded, fully understanding what it was like not wanting to talk about something so painful to think of, to reminisce on. Something you wanted to throw away forever, but unable to get rid of. It always came back to haunt you no matter what you did to stop it. Until you confronted it…it would never go away.
He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. "Okay, Jeanie. I get it…whenever you're ready I'm right here."
"And whenever you're ready, I'm here too."
He nodded taking that into consideration. He opened his mouth to speak when a chill ran up his spine causing him to tremble. He froze, his body aware of something he yet wasn't. He jerked his head to the left, staring out the display window, looking for something.
He caught it, or them. The young blonde girl. Her hair cut short. Blue hip huggers covered her legs with a pair of Vans on her feet. She wore a pink mid riff that displayed the ring in her belly button and flaunted her flat stomach. She looked innocent and average that way. But the dark red head next to her did not. Her hair was a deep blood red, down to the middle of her back in a long braid. Her deep green eyes put all emeralds to glow, they were a broken shattered green, anything but perfect. Her skin was tanned deeply, ragged scars lined her upper arm across her shoulder blade, and clearly visible due to the black tank top she wore. Her blue pants were faded worn and washed one too many times. In her hands she shuffled a deck of tarot cards restlessly from one hand to the other.
He swallowed hard. Neither of the young women were sweet or innocent. Tabitha, the blonde, did it to attract men, but she was as lethal as they came, wearing mostly baggy pants and tight tops when she wasn't flirting outside the premises of the place she worked. Tarot, the red head, was always looking lethal. She was stubborn and self willed. What they were doing here was a mystery to him? They couldn't have found him, they didn't look like they were hunting for him. He couldn't take the chance though. Not with risking Jean and the others.
"Tristian?" Jean shook him. He blinked, looking back at her worried face. Apparently she'd been calling him for a long time. "Tristian, what's wrong dammit tell me?"
He took a breath, glancing back at Tarot and Tabitha. "We need to get out of here, now Jean."
"But why?"
He put his hands on her arms, looking directly into her eyes. "I can't explain, not now. But you need to get John, Rogue, and Bobby out or you're all in danger if you're seen with me."
"Tristian I –"
He put a finger to her lips, hushing her. "I can't explain, just do as I say. Take the car and leave. I'll make my way back."
"I'm not going without you," she was serious, he could tell by the stubborn will in her eyes. She wasn't going to leave him behind unless she was dragged out and the teens were no match.
He let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes. "Alright. I'll leave first, wait ten minutes and go to the car, pick me up in five minutes after you leave."
"How will I know where to find you?"
He gave her a lopsided grin. "You can find me, Jeanie. I know you can, just feel for me." He put her hand over his heart for a moment. "Feel for this." She looked into his eyes, searching for an answer she couldn't find and he wouldn't let her know. Not while there was too much at risk.
He patted her cheek. "Show time."
R&R PLEASE!! I LOVE TO KNOW ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS
BEEZER
Chapter 16- Reflection of the Past
With Jean's telekinetic strength and Tristian's promises of watching the shows later, they were able to drag a reluctant Pyro from the TV set and into the car where Tristian drove and Jean sat shot gun since the teenagers couldn't make up their minds without resuming to violence.
They ate at a small restaurant near the busty mall. Rogue finished eating and sat with her chin in her hand staring at across the street longingly, sighing occasionally to make her point. Like a normal teenage girl, she loved the mall like a second home and was unable to visit it due to her differences and having to be heavily covered up, especially in a crowded area where bumping into people was expected.
Tristian took a drink from his soda, finishing it off. He glanced at Jean, crunching on a piece of ice.
She read his look without even touching his mind. She smiled back, taking one last bite of her hamburger and wiping her mouth with her napkin. "Rogue, do you want to go to the mall?"
Rogue jerked up, hands on the table top. "What makes you say that? Did ya read my mind or something?"
John lifted his head off the table where it had been since he was done eating. He desperately wanted to get back to the school and watch TV. "It doesn't take a mind reader to know that that's what you wanted."
A blush rose in her cheeks and she glanced around sheepishly. "Was I that obvious?"
"Yes," the all said together.
Rogue blushed brighter, it rising up her neck. Bobby put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. "I love it when you blush like that." He kissed the top of her head, it was what he was reduced to doing since he couldn't touch her. They hadn't worked out all the glitches yet.
Tristian noticed and raised his eyebrows in curiosity, his mind spinning with ideas. First thing was first though. "Alright, Rogue. You can go to the mall. We'll all go with you."
She squealed with glee and stood up, heading to the car while Tristian paid.
"That's nice of you," Jean said.
He turned his head towards her, "I like these three. Like I said, it's been awhile since I had friends I could trust."
"They don't know everything yet do they?" she asked. She looked at the ground and he could tell she was ashamed of the question.
"No, not yet. But I don't think it'll matter to them."
"That's funny," her eyes met his. "Neither did I."
He gave her a smile and took his change, shoving it into his wallet. He put his arm around her shoulders guiding her out and to the car with the awaiting teenagers. They drove across the street to the busy mall and looked around for ten minutes until John caught sight of a spot up a head. Tristian made a go for it but a car caught him off taking it.
"Asshole," John growled. Bobby hit his shoulder giving him a look and John only shook his head.
Tristian snickered, "We'll find another spot. No big deal." But just as he said it the car backed up moving along. With a frown he took the space. Rogue jumped out of the car before he could even turn the ignition off. He opened his door and glanced at Jean. She was staring straight ahead, but the turning of her corner lips told him what she did.
He shook his head and chuckled. "You're good."
"He took your spot, it was justice," she said, he wasn't sure if she was telling him that or herself. He only got out of the car and locked it behind them, following after Rogue and the other two as they turned first into Anchor Blue then into Hot Topic.
Tristian glanced around at some of the clothes and settled on buying a couple pairs of pants from Anchor blue and a few shirts from both the stores, not to mention a pair of black sun glasses. He stood inside the store with Jean who had bought herself some things from both stores, nothing too wild of course, waiting for the others to finish.
"She sure does like to shop," he noted, watching Rogue bounce around, envying all the shirts and pants, unable to make up her mind on what else she wanted.
"It's the age," Jean told him with a nod.
"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "So…how are things going?"
"Good," she said blankly.
He looked at her, giving her a serious face. He wanted to know what was going on inside her, he wanted to help her.
She sighed, "I don't want to discuss it, Tristian."
She said his name fully and the tone was a warning one, telling him not to push. But he never listened, why start now? "I'm serious, Jean. What's up? You can talk to me."
She waited a minute. Her eyes out of focus as she thought it over. He waited a full minute, watching her as people walked into the store, brushing past them. She stood silent and he thought she decided to ignore him. He pressed too hard. But she reached for his hand, holding it and giving him a squeeze. "I know, Trist…but I don't want to talk about it right now." She looked into his eyes and he could see the hurt, the hurt of speaking of it. Whatever it was, it was hard for her. "I want to talk about it as much as you want to talk about your past…someday I will…but not yet."
He nodded, fully understanding what it was like not wanting to talk about something so painful to think of, to reminisce on. Something you wanted to throw away forever, but unable to get rid of. It always came back to haunt you no matter what you did to stop it. Until you confronted it…it would never go away.
He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. "Okay, Jeanie. I get it…whenever you're ready I'm right here."
"And whenever you're ready, I'm here too."
He nodded taking that into consideration. He opened his mouth to speak when a chill ran up his spine causing him to tremble. He froze, his body aware of something he yet wasn't. He jerked his head to the left, staring out the display window, looking for something.
He caught it, or them. The young blonde girl. Her hair cut short. Blue hip huggers covered her legs with a pair of Vans on her feet. She wore a pink mid riff that displayed the ring in her belly button and flaunted her flat stomach. She looked innocent and average that way. But the dark red head next to her did not. Her hair was a deep blood red, down to the middle of her back in a long braid. Her deep green eyes put all emeralds to glow, they were a broken shattered green, anything but perfect. Her skin was tanned deeply, ragged scars lined her upper arm across her shoulder blade, and clearly visible due to the black tank top she wore. Her blue pants were faded worn and washed one too many times. In her hands she shuffled a deck of tarot cards restlessly from one hand to the other.
He swallowed hard. Neither of the young women were sweet or innocent. Tabitha, the blonde, did it to attract men, but she was as lethal as they came, wearing mostly baggy pants and tight tops when she wasn't flirting outside the premises of the place she worked. Tarot, the red head, was always looking lethal. She was stubborn and self willed. What they were doing here was a mystery to him? They couldn't have found him, they didn't look like they were hunting for him. He couldn't take the chance though. Not with risking Jean and the others.
"Tristian?" Jean shook him. He blinked, looking back at her worried face. Apparently she'd been calling him for a long time. "Tristian, what's wrong dammit tell me?"
He took a breath, glancing back at Tarot and Tabitha. "We need to get out of here, now Jean."
"But why?"
He put his hands on her arms, looking directly into her eyes. "I can't explain, not now. But you need to get John, Rogue, and Bobby out or you're all in danger if you're seen with me."
"Tristian I –"
He put a finger to her lips, hushing her. "I can't explain, just do as I say. Take the car and leave. I'll make my way back."
"I'm not going without you," she was serious, he could tell by the stubborn will in her eyes. She wasn't going to leave him behind unless she was dragged out and the teens were no match.
He let out a sigh, rubbing his eyes. "Alright. I'll leave first, wait ten minutes and go to the car, pick me up in five minutes after you leave."
"How will I know where to find you?"
He gave her a lopsided grin. "You can find me, Jeanie. I know you can, just feel for me." He put her hand over his heart for a moment. "Feel for this." She looked into his eyes, searching for an answer she couldn't find and he wouldn't let her know. Not while there was too much at risk.
He patted her cheek. "Show time."
R&R PLEASE!! I LOVE TO KNOW ALL YOUR THOUGHTS ON THIS
BEEZER