A half an hour later, Kurt, Scott, and Logan walked into the garage. Logan was carrying his riding jacket under one arm. They apparently didn't notice me, so I decided not to say anything. They were talking about dinner plans, apparently. Scott asks "Where are you gonna go?"

"I was thinking that pizza place... Maia!" he waved. I noticed that he changed to. He was now wearing a white t-shirt, and black jeans. I was leaning against my bike. It is, sorry, was 1963 Harley Davidson DuoGlide FLH. It was a beautiful bike, but I upgraded mine. I was still wearing my boots, but now had on a red plaid skirt that fell just above my knees over black leggings, and a red tank top. I was also still wearing my gloves, jacket, and sun glasses.

"Hey, just let me get my bike." He walked over to a Harley in the corner, and walked it over. I tried to contain my excitement when I saw it. He had a 1963 Harley Davidson DuoGlide FLH also, but it was black, and seemed a bit dusty. "We have the same bike!"

Logan seemed surprised. I guess that you couldn't really tell mine was still a DuoGlide. "Really?"

"Yeah, a 1963 Harley Davidson DuoGlide FLH, right? Mine was at one point, but then I rebuilt it. I replaced all of the iron with aluminum and titanium, so it was lighter, and I replaced the engine. That way it's faster. I also recovered it with red leather." I realized how odd that might have sounded. And the way Logan looked at me made me a little uncomfortable.

"That was probably the sexiest thing I have ever heard a girl say. I have never met a girl that knows about motorcycles." I giggled and blushed slightly. Logan smiled as he put on his jacket. Suddenly, Rogue ran in with a camera. She dropped to one knee.

"Picture!" Her camera flashed. "Logan, can you half-tuck in your shirt?"

I was rather confused. "What is going on?" Turns out that she was taking a photography class.

"Sure." Logan untucked his shirt. He was... built, I suppose is a good word. I did check him out, I admit it. I looked up and caught his eye. "Were you checking me out?"

I smirked. "No more than you checked me out when you walked in." Rogue took a picture, then left.

Logan's smirk matched mine. "Fair enough. You ready?"

"Let's go." We got on their bikes. Logan pulled out ahead of me, and began accelerating. I blew past him, letting out a whoop as I hit 70. I called back to him in my mind.

"Anytime, grandpa!" Logan laughed, and gunned it to catch up with me.

Logan and I were sitting in Tony's, a local pizza parlor. The end of a small Hawaiian pizza was sitting between us. We were both finishing the end of a second Doctor Pepper. We had a lot in common. We both liked the same foods, the same music, and we both love movies. The talk turned to powers. I told him about some of the powers I had, and he asked me about some of them.

"So, how did you manage to get Professor Xavier's powers?" he asked. That was an awkward question. I wish I had a cool story to tell him, but...

"I bumped into him in the hall." I could see Logan trying not to laugh. In between his snickers he said "No, really."

"I'm serious! I literally ran into him in the hallway, but he didn't think anything of it. It was the passing period, and I was invisible." Luckily, I was saved from more questioning by the entrance of Rogue, Kurt, and Storm. Rogue walked in, looked around, and saw us. The group walked over. Rogue was bouncing up and down, as if she had great news.

"Hey! Just so you know, Warren is back." That seemed to be her big news.

Logan seemed happy about that. "Good! It's about time."

I, on the other hand, was confused. Who was Warren? Storm seemed to notice my confusion. She explained. Out loud, she said "A student named Warren. He was away on a trip."

But in her mind, she said He is a mutant named Warren Worthington III. We know him as Angel. He has wings. Her mind flashes to a boy, about 18, with blond hair and angelic wings. Oddly enough, he walked in behind her as she was speaking. "That must be him, then."

They all turned, and saw Warren walk in. He saw us and bounded over. For a moment I was reminded of an excited puppy. When he spoke, I didn't think he took a breath the entire time. "Hey guys! How have you been? I missed you all. Wow, that pizza smells good. Storm, did you cut your hair? It looks good. How is you photography coming, Rogue? Sorry, I haven't introduced myself. You must think I am so rude! My name is Warren."

I felt slightly confused, and when he held out his hand I was slightly embarrassed. I wasn't wearing any gloves. I looked down. Logan helped out and introduced me. "This is Maia."

I looked up. "Hello. I would shake your hand, but..."

"Whatever. I would assume you have a good reason." I looked up at him, and saw that he understood. I smiled. He claped a hand to his forehead. "I almost forgot! The professor wants to see you and some girl, Logan. He said I wouldn't know her. I guess he means you, Maia."

Logan downed the last of his Doctor Pepper, and then stood. He grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. "Are you ready to go?"

Remembering our conversations about movies, I had to quote one at him. "I'm going to be right behind you, holding on tight, and away we're gonna go, go, go!" everyone seems confused, except Logan, so I had to explain. "Ethel Thayer, played by Katharine Hepburn, in On Golden Pond."

Logan laughed. I liked being able to make him laugh. He walked over to the door and held it open for me. I could still hear Storm talking to Rogue inside.

"Do you think...?"

"For sure. Logan at least..."

"I think Maia too."

"We will find out, I guess..."

I stifled a laugh. They both watched as we get on our bikes and rode off.