You Missed
by simplyme26

Unblinking brown eyes glared contemplatively at the mirror on the other side of the field, about 25 meters away. The mirror was placed on a chair and was slanted a bit so that it partially faced him. Beside that mirror, about twenty-four inches away, was a dime that hung from a branch, having been attached to a skimpy piece of string.

Derek Seigerson was supposed to release a beam at the right direction, make sure that it hit the right exact spot on that mirror so that it would ricochet and hit the frustratingly small dime that hung from that branch.

He'd been at this for at least fifteen minutes. A majority of his attempts led to a lot seared tree trunks. Thankfully that was it. Logan and Julian watched patiently behind him in silent support, providing advice when they could.

Derek just wanted to get this fucking over with.

Finally, he brought his hand up, pointing it like a gun, and positioned it in front of his face like a trained sniper. With his free hand, he grabbed his wrist to inject more control in the shot. He glared at the mirror, cursing it in his mind but still making sure his aim was precise, before releasing a beam in one fluid, jerking motion.

The white stream of light sailed through the field within seconds. Derek watched stiffly as it hit the mirror, reflected off it, and hit the dime spot on.

The Stuart Trio released the breaths they didn't know they held. Derek, of course, was especially relieved. He grinned smugly to himself, before turning and facing his best friends.

"Ten years later, you finally hit it. Good job, D." Julian stood, patting the athlete's back.

"You know, I think I'm going to beat Cyclops one day." Derek muttered with airy confidence.

Logan snorted. "You'll turn celibate before that happens."

"Says the guy who flies below 15. Our golf cart can probably go faster than you." Derek spat playfully, before realizing what the probable repercussions of his words might entail.

Logan smirked knowingly. He never was one to back down from a fight. With one daring step, the blonde grew white feathery wings on his back, but the challenging glint in his eyes remained. "You wanna put your money where your mouth is?"

Derek narrowed his eyes, an excited smile on his lips. "Bring it." The brunette scampered off, to where their golf cart was hidden.

Meanwhile, Julian rolled his eyes at the pair's stupidity. Sometimes, they act too much like Windsors for his liking. He shook his head. "I'm not even gonna participate in this." He announced, walking towards the cooler they had brought with them.

"Didn't expect you to." Logan smirked, watching for any signs of Derek or the golf cart.

Julian ignored that comment, but that doesn't mean it didn't sting. He pulled on a pair of leather gloves, opened the cooler and brought out a handful of ice cubes.

Logan raised a delicate brow. "What's that for?"

Julian didn't look up. Being pyrokinetic, he wasn't used to the searing cold of ice, so he didn't respond immediately to Logan's inquiry. Instead, he tossed the number of ice cubes into the air, letting them reach a high height, before skillfully shooting tiny balls of flames at each of them. He hit each one without a hitch as a small amount of warm water rained down on the two Stuarts.

Julian smiled triumphantly to himself, before turning to Logan, smile morphing into a boastful smirk. "It's my training. How do you think I got to be this awesome at fire manip?"

Logan laughed. "Remind me to pour cold water on you while you sleep tonight."

Julian stiffened, frightened eyes narrowing dangerously at the Stuart prefect. "You wouldn't."

"I-"

"Logan Wright, get ready to have your ass handed to you!" Derek cried, throwing a fist in the air and cheering at his apparent awesomeness. He maneuvered the small golf cart with ease.

Logan didn't look at all perturbed. He knew he could fly circles around a stupid golf cart. He was actually more amused than anything, that grin on his face suggesting that he was about ready to burst out into a laugh.

Julian didn't bother to suppress the loud laugh that bubbled in his throat. Derek looked like a giddy 13 year old who just had sex for the first time- and that amused Julian to no end.

It was a heart-warming sight to see the trio in such a comfortable atmosphere, free of hostile remarks or petty arguments. Julian secretly wished everyday would be like this.

"Chace Crawford." Julian answered offhandedly.

Logan raised a brow, nodding in agreement. "Nice choice."

"I thought you'd approve."

"Your turn, D."

Derek narrowed his eyes in concentration, racking his brain for the right answer. Finally, he said. "Hugh Jackman."

Logan snorted, smiling. "Interesting."

"I bet I would've been an awesome gay guy."

"Not even."

"Shut up. What about you? Who would you go.. straight for?"

"..Emma Watson."

"Ugh. Yes. I second that."

"Whatever, man-whore. You would've agreed to whoever Lo said."

"Fuck you, Jules. Like you don't think British girls are that much hotter."

"Meh. I prefer blondes."

Derek laughed. "Right. Of course you do."

"What are you doing here? Usually, Logan's the one angsting up this place." Derek addressed the actor who was seated on the roof, a far away look in his eyes.

Julian didn't look up at the voice. He figured one of them would wake up eventually, and find him gone. He continued to stare out into the gorgeous view, brown eyes sparkling beneath the moonlight. He brought up his legs and hugged them, feeling a bit chilly. "Couldn't sleep."

Derek nodded solemnly, taking the space beside the brunette. He drunk in the beautiful scenery from the roof. No wonder Logan came up here so often. It was amazing. "Logan?"

Julian rolled his eyes. "Not everything's about that giant squid of ignorance."

Derek managed a grin at the term. "Then what the fuck's wrong?"

Julian cast his eyes down, and sighed. "We're graduating, D." He simply said, like it explained everything.

Derek didn't speak.

"We're going to different schools. I'm gonna be as busy as hell. You'll be busy concocting you're World Domination plans and-"

"Damnit, Jules! Stop calling it that!"

Julian laughed, a rare one. "It had to be done."

"Fuck you. If this was the point of your stupid story, I'm leaving."

Julian suppressed the new wave of amusement at Derek's reaction and blurted out, "I'm just saying, I don't want this to stop."

Derek stopped, glaring at him softly and waiting for him to continue.

Julian smiled genuinely, turning back to the moon. "We're gonna meet up here, first weekend as college freshmen." He spoke, before turning to Derek, wearing a final smile, and standing up.

Before Julian could stand erect, Derek threw his toned arms around the weaker actor, smiling cheekily to himself. "Aw, Jules. I didn't know you cared!"

Suddenly, Julian's form literally flared with hot tongues of fire.

Derek immediately pulled away, with little to no damage, fortunately.

"Don't ever touch me, ever."

Derek tutted. "Touchy."

"Where the fuck were you guys last night?" Logan rubbed the sleep off his eyes, grumbling moodily.

Derek's eyes lit up, before he quickly blurted out, "Jules was having a mush fest!" And then he instantly darted out the room, a somewhat evil laugh echoing behind him.

With wide, angry eyes, Julian flared up balls of fire in his hands and chased after the athlete. "I am going to kill you in your sleep tonight, Seigerson!"

Logan didn't bother understanding what the fuck was going on between the two. It was too damn early. "Idiots."