Bobby and I stared in each other's eyes for a long time. I got lost in his bright blue eyes and he did so in my dark brown ones. We started leaning in and when we met in the middle, we kissed. It wasn't long but it felt like an eternity. After a minute, we pulled away and stared at one another again. We smiled and whispered at the same time, "Wow."
We heard a door open and new voices came in. Our eyes went wide and we ran downstairs. I saw my dad staring at three people. He pointed his finger at Bobby, not saying anything, being confused as all hell. I stayed on the steps as Bobby was met with his parents and his younger brother.
"Honey, aren't you supposed to be in school?" his mother's voice made me sick.
"Uh…This is Professor Logan. There's something I need to tell you." How he said 'Professor Logan' made me want to laugh. It just didn't sound right.
We all sat down in the living room. We were all in different places. My dad was pacing around the room, Pyro was in the corner playing with his lighter, his parents and brother sat next to each other, and Bobby and I sat next to each other. It was silent, letting them take it all in, finding out their son was a mutant.
"So, uh, when did you first know you were a…" his mother couldn't get the word out of her mouth.
Pyro and I said at the same time. "A mutant."
His mother glared at me and looked a little fearfully at Pyro as she requested, "Would you please cut that out."
His father spoke up for the first time. "What you have to understand is we thought Bobby was going to a school for the gifted."
"Bobby is gifted!" I yelled, having my eyes turn red with little streaks of red in my hair.
He smiles at me as he takes a hold of my hands whispering, "Calm down. It's ok."
"We still love you Bobby. It's just this mutant problem is a little…" his mom trials off again.
My dad's head snaps up hearing that. "What mutant problem?"
"…complicated." She finishes, scared of my dad.
"What exactly are you a professor of, Logan?" his father questions.
"Art." Pyro and I look at each other, trying not to laugh.
I compose myself as I state, "You should see what Bobby can do."
His mom was drinking some coffee and then Bobby froze it. "I can do a lot more than that." His voice came out proud with a smirk on his face.
His mom dropped the plate and the coffee on the table, as if she was scared of it. Pyro couldn't help but chuckle in the corner. His little brother gets pissed off and runs up to his room. The rest of the family suddenly was saddened by that but I'm not sure why.
All of a sudden we hear beeping and it was coming from my dad. I stare at him as he stares at me. Realization hits him as he grabs the X-Men communicator. "Oh uh, that's for me." and he walks out of the room.
Bobby turns back to his parents and sighs. His mother just doesn't understand. "Have you tried…not being a mutant?"
I was about to yell at her again when my dad walks back in the room. "We have to go, now. Now!"
I tried asking him what's wrong but he never answered me. We follow him to the front of the house and outside. He pulled out his claws and we saw dozens of policemen surrounding the house. "Drop the knives and put your hands in the air."
We realize that Ronny called the cops on us. "I said drop the knives. Put the knives down!"
My dad turns to him and snaps, "I can't. Look." He raised his hand to show the officer but all he did was shoot him in the head. He dropped to the ground like a rock.
I immediately got tears in my eyes knowing that was what made him loose him memory the last time. He wasn't moving and he wasn't healing at all yet. That made me scared even more. We were ordered to get down on the ground and as we did so, Bobby looks over at me worriedly, knowing I don't cry.
Pyro wouldn't do as told and he took out his lighter. "You know all those dangerous mutants you hear about on the news….I'm the worst one."
I started to beg him not to, knowing what he was going to do. He started throwing fire like nobody's business. He was killing officers, blowing up police cars, and set fire to many bushes. More cops arrived but he just blew them up too. Before anything else could be done, a jet came by. I smile when I see my dad stand up, cranking his neck like he always does, and running towards the jet.
It landed in front of the house. We all ran to the jet and got inside. There, we were met with another mutant, one I've never seen before. We all sat down in the order; I, dad, Bobby, and Pyro. Dad just stared at the new guy. "Who the hell is this?"
"Kurt Vanger." He had a Germany accent. "But at the circus, I was known as the Incredible Nightcrawler!"
"Ah, save it. Storm." My dad ordered.
We took off and when I turned around, I saw my boyfriend staring out the window. "Bobby?" his head snaps up towards me as I asked, "You doing ok?"
He doesn't speak; all he does is nod his head and turns back to the window. I turn back around and face the front. My dad gets out of his seat when it's safe to walk around. I get up and sit next to Bobby. "How far are we?"
Jean answers as she was navigating. "Not far. We're actually coming up to the mansion now."
"I got two signals approaching." Storm announces. We all turn to her as she continues. "Coming in fast."
We were ordered to lower to the ground and respond in ten seconds. Storm said she thought somebody was angry. My dad spoke up and said, "Yeah, I wonder why…" he stared right at Pyro who was next to him. He tried his best to look innocent.
When we didn't lower the jet they went behind and marked us. Storm told us all to hang on. Storm made the jet spin around and did a three sixty. Pyro told her to never do that again and my dad agreed. I saw everyone was strapped in but mine wouldn't work. My hands kept slipping and they wouldn't tie together.
I started panicking as I saw that there was a missile coming toward our back end. Jean was able to get rid of one of them. She couldn't stop the other so my dad started yelling for me to use a force field around the jet. I tried my best but I wasn't as advanced to protect something so big.
The missile hit and blew up our back end. I flew out of my seat, screaming for my dad. He undid his seatbelt and jumped up to grab me. He grabbed a hold of my arm and jabbed one of his claws into the floor of the jet, pulling me close to his body. I wrapped my arms around him and I heard Bobby scream my name.
We were dropping fast and the louder I screamed, the tighter the hold my dad got. The back of the jet got put back together as we were falling. Storm thought it was Jean but it wasn't. The jet stopped at a sudden halt and we all jerked.
My dad never let go of me but his grip loosened when we went to see what had stopped us. In the front of the jet was Magneto. My eyes go wide when I remember what he tried to do to me a year ago.
That night my dad didn't let me near him and said only the adults could be in on this conversation. Bobby, Pyro, and I were walking around. I started lagging behind them when I got tired and felt like my legs couldn't hold me up any longer. My knees hit the ground as I gave out a small cry. The boys quickly turned around and Bobby picked me up in his arms. We started to head back to the ship, thinking that was where I could rest and where I would be better protected.
When we got there, the boys walked up the steps and laid me down on one of the seats since there was no bed. I was about to object to staying in here but Pyro kept me quiet. "Shut up. You need to sleep. You've had a long day."
I was about to talk again when Bobby cut me off. "No, John's right. You need rest." I look at him, silently telling him I didn't want to be alone. He just smiled at me and put a hand over mine. "Don't worry. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere."
And with that, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in a tent, under a sleeping bag. I looked over and saw Pyro on one side and Bobby on the other. Pyro was fast asleep but not Bobby. It looked like he kept switching sides, getting irritated.
"Hey. You ok?" my voice made him jump as he quickly turned to face me.
He gently smiled at me when we saw I was awake. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm ok. How 'bout you?"
"I'm fine. How long was I out?"
"About an hour or so." We were both whispering. We didn't know why but it felt like we had to whisper and besides, we didn't want to wake Pyro.
"How you holding up? With your parents and everything?"
"Fine. They're not really the most important people in my life anymore. I just wanted to see if they would accept me and now I know they don't. How about you, you've been through a lot lately?"
"Don't worry about me."
"Telling me not to worry about you is like telling your dad he can't have any more beer or cigars." We both laugh out loud, knowing it was true.
He moves his arm over so he puts his hand on my shoulder. He rubs the spot where the bullet hit. I can't help but flinch and hiss in pain. He automatically lets go, apologizing. I kept trying to tell him that it was fine, he forgot.
"Bobby?"
"Hmm?" he mumbles, stuffing his face under his pillow.
"…Is there anything going on between you and that girl, Kitty? I've noticed that she's been trying to be around you a lot more lately."
His head pops right up as he stares in my blue eyes that have little purple specks in them. "No. I promise there's nothing going on. You're the only one I want to be with. Besides, I can never let a girl like you slip away from me."
I smile, hearing the sincerity in his voice. "Even when we're in a battle? Between life and death?"
"I would rather die than see you being taken away from me." Right after he said that, I let out a small sob and jump over to him. I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. He was shocked at first but still wrapped an arm around my waist. He leaned back and kissed me.
When we pulled away and I saw that my breath turned to ice, like it was winter. We both chuckled a little. That night we were in our own sleeping bags but we were still next to each other with his arm around me, protectively.