AN: I have major writer's block (URGH!) so this is a nice, random, filler chapter.

Thanks to XXxCastielxXx, rosebudlilac, and TristeAlma for reviewing

Warning: There will be slash in later chapters, nothing even close to graphic, but if you have a problem with that…

Robin POV

It's been 2 weeks since I came to this school. It's really hard to believe how fast I've gotten used to life here. You'd think after living life on the run for so many years I would get antsy staying in the same place. Chatty is a different story. Everyday she is getting jumpier and her fuse is getting shorter and shorter, which is scary considering how short it was in the first place.

Scott and Jean came back from their recruiting trips a few days ago. I had to file all the paper work for the new students. The filing systems were so unorganized that I couldn't find anything. I haven't even gotten through half of the junk this school has. The computer files aren't much better. This school has a high-tech jet, you'd think they'd have more advanced computers.

I was organizing the bills for next month when Scott walked in. I'd met him when he first came back, but I hadn't talked to him after that. He leaned casually against the doorway. He was wearing a red t-shirt that matched his red glasses. I looked up at him to acknowledge his presence, but didn't say anything.

He started up a conversation, "Have you considered taking control classes?"

I straightened the papers out sticking them in a folder slowly. He watched as I silently put the folders in the desk. I looked up at him and shrugged. He cleared his throat before continuing, "You don't have to, but you really should. Not being able to control your abilities can lead to some dangerous situations".

He seemed to be completely sincere, but I was hesitant to reply, "What does control class teach you? Beside control, obviously. I'd be happy to learn more control, but I want to know what I'm getting into. Is it like a real class with all the other kids, cause that would be a bit awkward? Not that it's that big of a problem. I just want to know. I don't have much experience in classroom settings. I went to a really small school and I haven't even done that in years…"

I driveled on for a while longer before he interrupted me, "It's not a real class. It's more of one on one lessons with one of the adults here. There are real classes for control, but they're for the really young kids".

I nodded graciously before blurting out, "Who would be the teacher for me? -"

Scott didn't give me time to continue before answering, "We were thinking Warren could teach you. If there's someone else I could ask them…"

I shook my head, "No, no I'd be happy to work with Warren. I have absolutely no problem with that. I don't know what he thinks, but I am open to working with anybody. Not that he's just anybody, but…"

Scott wasn't quite sure how to shut me up so he just walked out of the room. Everyone at the school had their own ways of dealing with my never ending talking. Some poked or pushed me. Others just told me to shut up or interrupted me. Most of the adults just walked out of the room. I didn't take any offense when they did. It's not like any genius concepts are going to come flying out of my mouth. Warren is the only one who actually listens to me. He's also the only one that can actually shut me up effectively without resorting to violence.

Speaking of Warren, he walked into the room. He pointed to his watch and I realized that it was lunchtime. I finished filing all the paper left out. After I'd finished, he grabbed my wrist and tugged me to the cafeteria. He was always in a rush to get to meals. I don't know how the school can afford to pay for his appetite. Today he ate an entire pizza and a big salad.

I ate slowly today glancing around the cafeteria. Some of the younger kids were getting rowdy today. I watched as a plate flew across the room splattering food all over the wall. One of the other kids responded by starting a storm that rained over the thrower's table. One of the kids at that table sent a tremor through the floor knocking over plates and cups.

I grabbed Warren trying to pull him out of the room before some real damage was done. As we were leaving the room, a small tornado spun around the room, maneuvering around the tables. Everyone ducked, screaming and laughing, as the tornado picked up all the spilled food. Eventually, it started towards us. Warren jumped out of the way half laughing, half yelling at the kids.

I wasn't able to move quick enough to get out of the way of the tornado. I stood there glaring at the whirling mass blankly. As I stared the spinning slowed down more and more. As it landed at my feet the other kids were all staring at me. The boy who had created the storm looked confused, like he didn't understand why the tornado had stopped. A few of the other kids looked just as confused. I didn't understand why at first, but then I noticed what else was happening. The food that had been lifted into the air was falling back to earth. One of the kids that had flown into the air was lowered to earth a bit too quickly. Other abilities were dissipating to, but I didn't move. The kids began to pick themselves up straightening the plates and utensils trying to start eating again. They stopped looking at me pretending nothing strange had happened.

Warren walked up to me trying not to slip on all the gunk that coated the floor around me. He had food all over his shirt and face. I suddenly realized that I was completely clean and untouched by the food fight. I was the only one in the room untouched by the fight. He wiped some tomato sauce off his face grinning, "I think I need to change before I yell at all the troublemakers. You want to came?"

I nodded grinning. We walked over to the guys dorm chatting about, what punishment the kids were going to get. When we arrived he opened his door letting me in graciously. His room was surprisingly clean. I'm a pretty neat person, but his room is spotless. I was tempted to try and bounce a quarter off his perfectly made bed.

Instead, I flopped down on his bed stretching out. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow. I sighed, "Do you have a problem with this?"

I laughed and shook his head, "Nah it's fine. I was just wondering how you managed to escape un-splattered". He proceeded to pull his shirt off wiping the food of his face, but there was so much food on his shirt that it only made his face dirtier. I couldn't help but laugh at that. He looked up indignantly.

I continued laughing at his expression, "You're such a mess. I think that I need to help you, because you're only making it worse. Do you have a towel, because I don't think you're shirt is going to clean you're face off properly?"

He pulled a towel out of his closet and threw it at my face. I caught it easily, throwing it back at him. He wasn't expecting that so the towel hit him in the face. By now we were both laughing. Warren quickly wiped his face off removing most of the food and grabbed me pulling me up. I jerked up slamming into his chest and tried to squirm away, but he had wrapped his arms around my waist. I was actually enjoying being so close to him, but I wasn't about to tell him that. Instead I continued to pull away from him in a failed attempt to escape. He whispered teasingly in my ear, "You know I'm stronger than you so why don't you just give up while you're ahead"

That gave me an idea. Before I could change my mind, I leaned forward and kissed him. For a second he didn't move and I started to regret my decision, but then he started kissing back with passion. My hands were tangled in his hair and his hands were at my waist. He pulled me closer until there was no space between us. His mouth tasted like pizza, but I didn't care. Suddenly, I pushed away from him laughing again.

"I win!", my statement was cut short when Warren grabbed me kissing me back. I didn't push back this time just kissed him until I couldn't breath. We broke off the kiss out of breath and heavily flushed. Warren cracked his cute smile looking at me like a shy little boy who'd just had his first kiss. Of course, I probably looked stupidly shocked.

Neither of us knew what to say. I don't think there was anything we needed to say. I was just content to stand there in the comfortable silence. The silence didn't last long, unfortunately. Warren's phone beeped and he read the text. He finished and looked up at me. "Xavier is back and they want you and Chatty to go to the main office in one hour"