The Boy With The Red Sunglasses

Evelyn James is just an average teenage girl - clever, relatively popular, friendly. But after the unbelievable events of her prom night, she manages to fall into more and more trouble, and there is only one person who understands - the boy with the red sunglasses. *Basically, an X-Men fanfic set in present day, explaining Scott's first experiences with his mutation and the X-Men. I've been told it makes total sense even if you don't know anything about X-Men! So, please check it out. :)*


32. Bobby's Confession

My eyes flutter open once again and the room is dull and dark. What time is it? I stand and stretch sleepily. I trudge slowly over to the door and out into the corridor. There's got to be a restroom somewhere in here. I stumble down the hallway, my muscles still aching hideously, opening random doors as I go. Most lead to rooms very similar to Scott's bedroom, but empty. I yawn and continue on my quest. I open another door - another bed room. However, this one is not empty. Bobby sits on the bed, looking down at his hands. He doesn't seem to notice me entering the room.
"Hey." I say softly, hoping not to surprise him too much.
"Oh, Evelyn. Hi." He sounds sad. I walk over to him and sit next to him on his bed. He flinches away slightly.
"Bobby? Are you okay?" I try to place my hand gently on his shoulder but he flinches again. "Sorry. Is it something I've done?"
"No, it's just-" he words fall away and he continues to stare at his hands that lie in his lap. This moment seems to emphasize his young age more than ever. I thought that me and Scott may be too young for all this, but Bobby is still a child, a vulnerable, innocent little boy.
"Bobby, I'm sorry if I've-"
"What you did last night," He starts strongly, like he's pushing the words out. "When you took away my burns, my pain. That was really amazing. And I don't think I can ever thank you enough. But..." He stops again.
"But?" I push.
"It's just, your mutation. You're such a great girl, and I could see us easily becoming really good friends but..." He sighs, and finally looks up at me. "Fire. I can't... You... Your mutation kind of... Scares me right now."
"What?" He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would admit their fears.
"Well, fire is what was used against me last night. And now, when I think of how you burnt that guy, when he was threatening Scott... I know it was the right thing to do! And I know you would never hurt anyone if you had the choice! But... Me and fire... I don't think me and fire are going to work. Not for a while at least."
"Okay. I understand." I do, to a certain extent, I guess. He doesn't trust my mutation. I don't think it's anything personal to me - I hope it's not - just my mutation. It still kind of stings though.
"I'm really sorry. We can still be friends. It's just-"
"You don't want me to touch you." I finish, slightly too harshly.
"I'm so sorry. Especially after what you did for me. God, I feel so stupid!"
"No, don't. It's fine." I try to sound sincere, but I can't help the hurt sneaking through into my voice. I stand to leave.
"Evelyn, wait. I didn't mean-"
The door bursts open and a panicked Scott rushes in.
"Bobby, have you seen-" he starts quickly, panting. His words cut off as he notices me and he sighs. "Evelyn."
"Hi." I say shyly, although I'm not sure what reason I have to act shy.
"Where the hell did you go? I went back to check on you and you weren't there! Do you have any idea how terrifying that is after last night?"
"I know, I'm sorry." I say, though my mind is still on my conversation with the boy sat behind me.
"Come here," he orders softly. "Thank you, Bobby."
I walk into Scott's waiting arms and he escorts me out of the room. I try hard to push back the tears that fight to claim my eyes, but they succeed.
"Hey! What's this about?" Scott stops me and holds my shoulders. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head, dismissing his question.
"Warren? Because I was about to tell you, he's awake now. He's still weaker than usual, but he's heeling rapidly and-
"It's not Warren," I sob.
"No? What is it then?" He hugs me now.
"It's Bobby. He's scared of me!" I confess, crying more.
"No. Don't be crazy!" He releases the contact. "He told me about what you did for him, how you absorbed his burns. He thinks you're amazing for it - hell, so do I! He was really grateful when he was telling me about it."
"He says that he and fire won't work. Not after last night. He doesn't trust my mutation." I take a deep breath and try to suppress more tears.
"Oh, Evelyn. It's okay. I'm sure he'll get over it. Just give him time!" Scott smiles reassuringly.
"I know. I just... I feel like a monster." I shake my head and look to the ground.
"You're definitely not a monster. You saved my life last night! Why would a monster do that?" I shrug, which seems to make him smile. "Anyway, do you want to go see Warren?"
I take another deep breath and nod, trying to force out a weak smile.

By the time we have managed to weave our way down to the medical room, I am calmer. Either that or I've just ran out of tears to cry. I've never cried so much in my life. I don't let people see me cry usually. I'm not weak. But the last few weeks have completely destroyed my emotions.
Scott knocks gently on the door and we enter. Warren is sat up on the surgical bed, eating some sort of strange smelling soup; I wrinkle my nose when the scent reaches me. His wings are outstretched, narrowly avoiding the metal equipment and monitors surrounding him, and Jean seems to be dabbing a white flannel against them to remove the dried in blood. The thick white bandage around his chest has small blobs of red dotted over it at uneven intervals. There are smaller patches and bandages tacked to varying areas of his wings. I can't help but tilt my head and furrow my brow at the strange sight before me.
"Hi, guys." Scott says, clearing his throat lightly. Both Warren and Jean look up at us.
"Hey," Warren's voice sounds tired. I slowly walk over to him and sit on the end of the bed.
"I want to thank you. And apologize." I begin. "You shouldn't have risked yourself for me. You barely know me!  But thank you so much for what you did. I don't think I can ever repay you, but I'll certainly try my hardest! And I'm so sorry you have to go through this pain because I couldn't save myself."
He swallows a large mouthful of soup and shakes his head. "No, Evelyn. We're a team. It makes no difference how long or how well I've known you. You're still a valuable member of our team. Plus, I'm on a possibly dangerous amount of painkillers and have Jeany here as my own personal nurse!" He winks at my and whispers. "She's promised to give me a neck rub next."
"In your dreams, rich boy!" Jean calls from behind the veil of his left wing. We both laugh.
"But seriously, thank you. What can I do to ever begin to make it up to you?" I place my hand on his lower leg gently. Unlike Bobby he does not twitch away from me. I'm temporarily very thankful that not everyone within my new team is scared of me.
"Well firstly, you can take Scotty here out on a date. He's totally putting a downer on things, being all serious and stuff." I hear Scott's deep laugh behind me.
"I think we should get you on these painkillers more often, Angel." He laughs. He's right, the boy next to me is nothing like the moody mutant I met yesterday morning - he's way more fun when he's drugged. I giggle to myself at my thoughts.
"Okay, deal." I smile. "Just shout if you need anything, yeah?"
He nods mindlessly, far more interested in consuming the strange soup. I smile a genuine smile. I'm really glad he's okay. I stand and begin to exit the room.
"Oh, and Evelyn," Warren's voice sings happily over my shoulder. I turn back to face him.
"If Jean doesn't give me a neck rub, you totally are!" He winks at me. Scott is definitely right; we should really drug Warren more often!
"Goodbye, Warren." I laugh, taking Scott's hand and leaving the room.

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