HI! Sorry it took so long, but I had a friend over, and my dad. So I didn't get time to write, but I did get a lot of ideas and answers. You know how I put the powers? Well, they might change. Not drastically, but sort of. I STILL NEED HELP PICKING A GUY!

"Nina. Don't know why, but I like it." I separated our hands, cupped mine together, and took the water from the pipes, putting it in my hands.

"Nice."

I nodded my head, and made the water disappear –or go down the drain if you knew what i was doing – it went gradually so it looked like I had absorbed it into my skin.

The slushy was on the counter, melted –I'd put it down for my show. I grabbed it, opened the cupboard under the sink, and disposed of it.

However, when I closed the cupboard, I sent it away –to some very distant incinerator. After all, this was a school for mutants –and I don't think mutants are morons, unlike the government who shoots us down. Call it paranoia, call it smart –either way I'm going to do it.

Bobby leaned against the island, me against the sink. "How do you like it?" he asked looking at me.

I must have looked confused, because he elaborated "how do you like the place?" he said, looking at me funny.

"I- well, I haven't seen it yet..." I trailed off, embarrassed. Yes, the 'woman of the world' –I get the name due to the fact I've been everywhere– still gets embarrassed –though not nearly as bad as other girls around cute guys. Yes, I said Bobby was cute but he is so notmy type! Well, that would be if I had a type –which I don't.

I don't date. Period. Kinda difficult in my situation –raising a twelve year old and the moron that is Max, making sure Mary didn't go crazy, making sure Damien didn't create a bomb in his sleep, that Kate didn't try too hard. that Jane could read –and that she got her childhood. Helping Ollie comprehend the 21st century. I didn't have time for boys, didn't want it. I'd Never had a romantic relationship, why start now? I was perfectly fine with staying single simple Britney. But that didn't stop me from checking a guy out and appreciating what he had; and Bobby did have.

He looked genuinely shocked by my confession –but he didn't know id come in for the food. After all, when was the last time I ate? My midnight snack. I was hungry. Truth was I hadn't even seen the landing, or whatever route you took to get into the kitchen. Id just seen the outside, and this room. But he didn't need to know that.

"Well then, I guess I'll have to give you the tour" he said, standing straight and motioning to the door. I stopped him from walking when I said "uh, can I get something to eat?" he nodded his head, and said "what do you want?"

"cheeseburger." I wanted to say. But of course they didn't have that right and ready, so I just said "apples fine" I grabbed a green apple, took a bite, and almost puked.

You would too if you've been eating home grown food, altered to perfect juiciness for years. Kate's specialty is plants, and where do we get fruit? Plants called trees. So, we have home grown fruit year-round.

This was so not home grown.

This was processed shit.

Disgusting apple in hand, I looked up, smiled and asked the one question that I shouldn't have, but i realy didn't have a choice anyways.

"Where to first?"

And so I began the tour. Without my cheeseburger.

Bobby POV

"Where to first?" Chelsia asked me, smiling like a five year old in a candy store –with an unlimited bank account for the first time. She was cute, I had to admit. She had copper hair down to her shoulder blades, and it was straight. She was shorter than Marie by about three inches. But she wasn't short-short. And she had beautiful hazel eyes they were dancing with excitement.

I smiled at her, and walked out into the main area, with her following. She looked slightly awed, but not amazed. Like she'd seen it before, but she was still surprised we had it. She'd seen it on her way it, too. And she was probably rich –she was dressed like a rich kid.

"Nice, huh?" I asked.

She smiled again, and nodded.

"This is the main area –that stair case leads to the dorms" I said pointing to my right, where the wrap around staircase was. When I first got here, I was still trying to understand the whole school for mutant's ordeal, but to her it seemed not-normal, but not speechless worthy.

I continued walking, pointing out the key points in the mansion. Other kids looked at her, some introducing themselves. She handled herself well, smiling and introducing herself. But her eyes were panicked. Like she'd never don't this before, but she had an idea; like she was using chick flicks as her guide.

Chelsia Silverfox was something different, and I was still deciding weather that was good or not.

Walking around silently, i began thinking about my friends, why i hadn't seen them, and if Chelsia would like them.

Peter was on guard duty. He probably wouldn't care either way.

Kitty was sick. She'd like her, but not "bffe".

Marie was training in the Danger Room –trying to learn how to fly the plane. They'd be best friends.

Marie had gotten the Cure, and now we were acting like a normal couple, kissing, hugging.

We were in love.

She noticed my distant look when I thought about Marie apparently because she said "so, is she hot?" I froze. Surprised by her abruptness; she'd been polite earlier, with other people.

"You haven't said anything for five minutes. And you looked super happy –practically glowing. So, who is she, and is she hot?" she said it like it was obvious, well, I guess it was. But for her to pick up on it, without knowing me well? That was not normal.

"Do you have a secondary power?" I asked –trying to veer her off course.

"Nope, but I can blow up an entire kitchen if you attempt to make me cook. Now, answer me" damn, she was good. I wasn't one to hide a relationship, but it was weird, having her pick up on me feelings. "Marie, my girlfriend, yes, she's very hot." Was all I said. She nodded her head thoughtfully, smiled a smug smile, and continued walking.

Chelsia and I finished the tour –we were in the gardens now, just as it was time for supper.

"Common, you must be starving." I said, reaching out to take her back to the kitchen. I noticed she hadn't finished the apple; it was still in her hand.

But she stopped dead, holding me back.

"Can you just get me something, I really- I- I don't." She stumbled over her words.

"You were fine with everyone else earlier, what'd different now?"

"I know, it's just... I don't know."

I was about to ask again but she stopped me.

"I have to go to the bathroom." Was all she said before bolting to the doors leading back inside.

Leaving me standing still in the middle of the side walk, question mark above head.

Ok, again I'm sorry for the wait. Did you see the title change? Ya, I couldn't figure something in the plot out, and when I did, the title didn't fit very well. It'll probably be changed numerous times before I get it right.

HELP WITH A GUY! I'm thinking John/Pyro, but I could do someone else; there's lots of Pyro x OC's out there. And if you haven't noticed, I like to make my own story. Sorry if the quality sucks. And that it's short! So sorry.

For the sake of my insanity, REVIEW!

xOXo

-Leah