I left the Xavier mansion before anyone could tell my otherwise. It hadn't worked, so there was no need for me to stay there. I ran off the grounds and threw the fields until I reached a deserted main road. I decided to take a hard left and follow the path. It led me to a diner, not far from the capital; or so I was told. I put down the little money I had for a small meal, taking a seat in the back corner of the diner. It was pretty much empty, being three in the morning, but those who were there were crowded around the bar.
"Need a ride?" I looked up to find Johnny looking down at me. I stood up and hugged him tightly. He didn't return my embrace.
"What is it?" I questioned, confused as to why he was being so cold.
"You have to come back with me," he pleaded. "Magneto can help you." He took my hand. "I can help you." I smiled, then withdrew my hand.
"Can you really help me Johnny?" I asked suspiciously. "Or can nobody help me and you just want to use me while you can." I walked out of the diner and headed to the highway. Johnny quickly followed after me.
"Leslie-" He stopped, seeing my Hitchhikers' thumb. "Leslie, you don't have to do this."
"And neither do you," I argued. "I'm going to die anyway, so just let me die in peace."
"I would," he said, grabbing my hips, "But then," he turned me around. "I would never get to kiss you." He moved closer only not to be obliged.
"I'm not that easily swayed," I replied. "And your thoughts say it all. You want me to fall over your every word, but I can't. I know why you say that. I know why you "care"." I stopped, thinking he'd had enough.
"Leslie," he whispered in my ear. "What's your favorite color?" I felt a tingle down my spine.
"Black," I replied. He leaned in to kiss me, and this time, I didn't stop him. I was wrong, I am that easily swayed.