Tell Me Again
I mock frowned going for a little creasage. "How come all my friends get to have superpowers?" Xander's jaw dropped. It looked really cute hanging down slightly like that. I shoved my 'not friends' thoughts aside. This was definitely not the time. Then he got over his shock and his bottom jaw fought gravity and won. His mouth closed with a click. ^And I thought that only happened in stories?^ The tension released from his body and he was once again the loose guy our gym teacher had dubbed "flapper". Although lately what with the slaying and the running for our lives and the fighting for them too he'd been gaining buffness. I slapped my thoughts down again. ^Not going there. Be happy that Xander is a happy Xander.^ I focused my eyes on my friend. ^See happy Xander. That's good.^ Inwardly I smiled. Crisis averted.
He gave me a mischievous smile. "I don't know little Ms. Elite. Didn't you gloat for weeks after you helped crash that Gibson." I blushed. I thought maybe he'd forgotten about that. I was young and full of pride at the time. I'd bent the guys ears backward reveling over our victory over The Plague.
I jerked my head towards my open door and thanked God my parents weren't nearby. They might not realize what I was doing with my computers but they had good memories. The thing about the Plague was on the news for weeks. I turned back to my smirking friend and recognized the dig as what it was.
"I only helped a teensy bit." I said holding my thumb and pointer finger apart about a centimeter. Determined to change the subject I asked, "So what can you do? I heard all mutants have powers." I frowned again. "Hey, how did you find out you were one?" Another thought occurred to me. "And how did you find out your father was one? What's his name anyway? And why do you need me to help you find him? Tracking a person down shouldn't be too hard. You should be able to do it yourself. Have you tried yet?" I skidded to a halt when I saw Xander's look. It was his, slow down Wills you're going a warp speed and breathing would be good, look. I took a deep breath and gave him a sheepish smile. "Well?"
I mock frowned going for a little creasage. "How come all my friends get to have superpowers?" Xander's jaw dropped. It looked really cute hanging down slightly like that. I shoved my 'not friends' thoughts aside. This was definitely not the time. Then he got over his shock and his bottom jaw fought gravity and won. His mouth closed with a click. ^And I thought that only happened in stories?^ The tension released from his body and he was once again the loose guy our gym teacher had dubbed "flapper". Although lately what with the slaying and the running for our lives and the fighting for them too he'd been gaining buffness. I slapped my thoughts down again. ^Not going there. Be happy that Xander is a happy Xander.^ I focused my eyes on my friend. ^See happy Xander. That's good.^ Inwardly I smiled. Crisis averted.
He gave me a mischievous smile. "I don't know little Ms. Elite. Didn't you gloat for weeks after you helped crash that Gibson." I blushed. I thought maybe he'd forgotten about that. I was young and full of pride at the time. I'd bent the guys ears backward reveling over our victory over The Plague.
I jerked my head towards my open door and thanked God my parents weren't nearby. They might not realize what I was doing with my computers but they had good memories. The thing about the Plague was on the news for weeks. I turned back to my smirking friend and recognized the dig as what it was.
"I only helped a teensy bit." I said holding my thumb and pointer finger apart about a centimeter. Determined to change the subject I asked, "So what can you do? I heard all mutants have powers." I frowned again. "Hey, how did you find out you were one?" Another thought occurred to me. "And how did you find out your father was one? What's his name anyway? And why do you need me to help you find him? Tracking a person down shouldn't be too hard. You should be able to do it yourself. Have you tried yet?" I skidded to a halt when I saw Xander's look. It was his, slow down Wills you're going a warp speed and breathing would be good, look. I took a deep breath and gave him a sheepish smile. "Well?"