Here is my favorite chapter that I've written so far.

He actually calmed me down, kind of. For instance, nobody was in any danger of blowing up right now. My crying had minimized to sniffling but I still looked like a hot mess. At the moment I was too tired to walk home, which was just my way of saying that I want to stay here with Pyro. To be fair, I am actually really tired, and just want to crash.

Pyro said he would take me to a free room, which it's hard to believe that there are actual rooms in this place. We were walking beside each other, with an awkward silence looming over us. He was crazy, I was crazy, there wasn't really much to be said.

"Look… I'm sorry for stepping on your foot. I just hate remembering things and I get kinda…" I really don't want to explain it. My thoughts still remain the same about my life.

"Crazy?" He suggests. I nod, chuckling on my behalf.

"You ever feel that way too?"

"Of course. Why do you think I'm so crazy when fighting? Me past fuels me anger. I'm not crook in the head" Does he like, conceal his inner Australian? Cause its coming out… and it's hot.

"Did your mom and sister get killed because the government found out you're a mutant and then told you they wanted to experiment on you? Then did you have to live by yourself for years by stealing, hiding and doing things you'd never rather talk about?"

Did I just explain my life to him?

"No, more like me dad beat me mum and me. Me dad killed me mom right before me eyes, so oy ran away. You were right about the stealing, hiding and all that, though. Magneto found me a year ago, telling me that he would help me sort things out. Oy was a wreck."

"Did you kill your dad?" I would have.

"No, oy felt bad for him, so ditched him instead"

"So… welcome to the island of misfit toys. Where people go when they have extremely troubled pasts. Population: two."

"Four if you count Gambit and Rogue" He adds.

"Okay, the island with the four greatest people on earth. And we will burn the place to the ground! Probably literally" He laughs at my pitiful joke.

"Huh" What was he thinking?

"What is it? Is something wrong?"

"No it's just… I've never told anyone about my past." He says, more of thinking out loud.

We stop in front of a door and open it. Inside, there is a small cot with a chair in the corner. There was also a closet and a bunch of burn marks.

"Um… do you burst on fire when you're angry or something?" Half of the walls were black, no joke.

"Yeah, I'm not exactly in control with me anger." He rubs the back of his neck and looks at the ground.

"We have that in common. So… where am I sleeping?"

"On me bed. I'll sleep on the chair tonight" Ouch, chairs suck when it comes to sleep.

"Um, are you sure? It is your bed, you know. We could…"

"Are you going to suggest that we sleep together?" Pyro asks, raising an eyebrow. Well if you really want too…

"What? No! Just… never mind. I guess I'll take the bed, if you insist" I get on the bed, dangling my feet over the edge. I watch Pyro take off his sweatshirt, but that's all he takes off. I lay down, reaching for covers that aren't actually there.

Pyro walks over to the light switch, getting ready to turn it off.

"Hey, Pyro, it's cold in here so can you like, heat it up or something?"

He nods, pulling out a lighter from his jeans pockets. Some of it floats over his hand, forming a ball. "Open your hands"

I do as he says, placing them beside each other. He puts the ball in my hands, and it hovers over them. I can feel the heat of the fire. We watch as it swirls around my arms, but I don't absorb it. It just… stays there and keeps me warm (but not burning). I look up at Pyro, who is surprised at this new trick.

"Wow, I didn't know you could do that," I tell him.

"I'm not doing anything. That's all you" He's smiling, and so am I. How can I suddenly go from depressed to happy? How is this possible?

He turns off the light and heads for the chair. I'm glowing in the dark. Not many people can do that. As he sits down and gets comfy, I lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, and call me John" Pyro says sleepily. John. So that's his real name.

"We really are misfits, aren't we, J?" I ask, getting ready to fall asleep.

"Yeah, but we're misfits together, luv"

I love how he calls me love.