"You won the bet." John's voice is in my mind for the first time in days, while I lay tiredly in bed, chasing illusive sleep.
"I thought you didn't care about the bet anymore." I recall our conversation from what feels like forever ago. So much has happened since then.
"There always has to be a winner and a loser, Evelyn, even if the game is cancelled." I can sense his smile.
"That sounds like something I would say." I cringe slightly.
"That's because we're meant to be!" His thoughts are cheerful and joking, like the John that I first befriended.
"Still a subtle bastard, I see." I reply mockingly.
"Still a sarcastic bitch, I see." I can't help but smirk at his comment. He's right. That's me!
"So, I won?" I think quickly, reverting back to the original conversation. "When do I claim my prize?"
"When can you sneak away from Mr Possessive?" John makes another jibe at my relationship. This is an all too common occurrence in our friendship.
"I'm not sneaking out, I'm..." I stop trying to find words in my mind that doesn't make me sound like a fourteen year old girl or an adulterous lover. "Visiting a friend."
"Sure. A friend." I can almost see his mischievous grin in my mind.
"John!" I warn. "Be good."
"Where's the fun in that, sweetcheeks?" His thoughts are happy in my mind, which is immediately relaxing.
"The fun is that a keep my boyfriend and you don't get blasted through a wall." I reply matter-of-factly.
"He wouldn't really come after me, would he?" I can hear the slight tone of worry in John's thoughts, making me giggle to myself.
"I can guarantee he would." I smirk at the thought, although their meeting is not an appealing idea.
"Ouch. Make sure he doesn't catch you sneaking out tonight then!" I sense his laughter.
"It's not sneaking out!" I complain.
"If you say so, sweetcheeks."
"Stop calling me that!" I moan. "So, I can see you tonight to collect my prize?"
"Of course. See you in the park in an hour." He states strongly, though his cheerfulness is evident.
Soon, the hour has passed and I wait alone in the darkness of the park, waiting for my pyrokinetic friend. I notice a dark figure within the trees, and then a small spark of fiery light. John! I cannot explain the happiness I feel at the sight of him. There is literally no reason for it. Yet I find myself running into his arms and hugging him tightly. I've never been this way with him, so why now? I guess a lot has happened recently. Maybe losing Sara had shown me that I just really need a friend. I've just missed him so much.
"Woah!" He laughs. "Where did that come from?"
"Sorry," I step back awkwardly. "I guess I just missed you.
""Ahh! You're falling in love with me! The X-Man won't be able to hold onto you much longer!" His familiar cheeky smile claims his lips and I punch him on the arm.
"Shut up! I love Scott!" I protest.
"I know. I know." He holds his hands up in mock surrender. "But can he do this?"
The moonlight catches the shiny metal of the lighter in John's hand as he provides himself with the fuel he needs. Then, the flames strike out in front of me, causing me to stumble backwards in surprise. When I gain my composure, I notice the form the flames are taking - a person! It's spectacular. The detail in the shaping of the body is exact, and the flames are controlled so that they don't leap too far out of shape. I lift my hand, aching to touch the flames, but they disappear as quickly as they came.
"John," My voice is a weak whisper. "That was amazing. You're so... How did you..."
"I've been practicing." He says simply, smiling sweetly.
"You're spectacular, Pyro." I return his smile.
"There's more!" He whispers, his smile growing. "I don't know if it will work, but I want to try something with our telepathic connection."
"Okay." I reply immediately. He wants to try something?
"Take my hands." He orders, holding his hands out between us, palms facing up. After a moment of hesitation, a place my haves in his. "Good. Now close your eyes." I comply. "Okay. Now imagine us together somewhere. Anywhere."
I take a deep breath and try to focus my mind. Where would be a nice place to be? I lock my eyes tighter shut and suddenly, we're high up in the Canadian Rockies. Everywhere I look there's something else that takes my breath away. Blue skies, snowy peaks, emerald forests. It's beautiful!
"John," I gasp. "It feels so real!"
"I know," There is a slight hint of surprise in his voice. "I had hoped it would work but this is spectacular."
And now I don't feel the sensations of the park at all, it feels as if I am wholly up in the mountains. I turn around in my mind to see John dressed in a tight fitting black shirt and black skinny jeans. The simplicity is extremely attractive.
"How is this possible? It's so real!" I am truly shocked at the beauty of the moment.
"Our connection is strong enough to create a sort of..." He pauses, searching for the correct phrase. "Conjoined daydream."
"So we're still at the park?"
"Yes, Evelyn." He laughs. "It's essentially a very strong dream."
"Oh." I guess I should've known that.
"You look amazing." He states telepathically as he moves towards me. I'm not sure why he doesn't just say it, but our connection seems to amplify the compliment and makes me blush slightly.
"Oh. Thank you." I reply, before glancing down at my attire. I furrow my brow in confusion when I notice I'm wearing my prom dress. "How did you-"
"It was difficult for me not to see every element of the moment your mutation manifested." He smiles, finally reaching me. "I thought it looked good on you."
"Thanks." I reply mindlessly, still slightly confused.
"Relax," He whispers in his delicious accent. "It's just a dream."
"A dream?" I let my eyes lock with his, blue on blue.
"Technically." He shrugs, his eyes not straying from mine. Wow. This is spectacular. And he looks so... Gorgeous.
"Thanks." He laughs.
"Hey! Stay out of my mind!" I complain.
"Make me." He replies telepathically. It's surprisingly sexy. I sigh and bite my lip slightly.
"We're alone now, Evelyn." He whispers. "We're together inside each other's minds. No one can see us. No one can judge us. It's just me and you."
"No." He objects softly.
"John." I sigh. I can't help but keep looking deep into his eyes, their beauty entrancing me. Everything that's happened recently falls away. He's right. It is just me and him.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" He smirks.
"Sorry." I giggle.
"I'd rather spend a lifetime being driven crazy by you, than being loved by anyone else." He confesses telepathically. The cool wind moves the skirt of my dress around my legs and nips lightly at my skin, contrasting with the warmth of John's arms, which are now embracing me.
Every sensation in my body is heightened. The intimacy of the moment makes me catch my breath. I feel his light breath on my lips as the space between us decreases more. Surprisingly, I notice that I am the one moving closer to him. He lifts his hand slowly and drags it through my hair, causing me to relax even more. I let a sweet sigh escape from my lips.
Now, our connection seems to be at its peak. I can feel his heart beating quickly and his private thoughts seem to whisper in my ear.
"Please don't let her pull away." His thoughts plead. "Keep her here with me. I need her."
"I need you too." I whisper. If he's irritated by me being in his mind, he doesn't let it show.
"Evelyn." He breaths my name.
"Shhh." I kiss him softly, silencing anything he had intended to say. I smile against his lips when I feel him return the kiss. I close my eyes and wrap my arms around his necking, pulling our bodies closer together. Relaxing into his kiss, I feel my body sigh with pleasure. I extend my right arm behind his head and click my fingers quickly, sending sparks out in all directions and encasing us in a ring of fire.
"I love it when you do that." John comments in my mind, making me smile under our kiss. I can't help kissing him more. I'm addicted.
"So, this is what it's like?" John's meant-to-be-private thoughts push into my mind. "This is what it's like to know she actually wants me. This is what it's like for him." Him? "This is what it's like to be that X-Man."
Scott... Scott! Oh my god! I pull back from John quickly, causing the environment to fall away. My eyes snap open. We are now back in the park.
"Relax. It was just a thought." He laughs. "That kiss was nothing more than a thought!"
"No! No, I have to go!" I stumble backwards.
"Evelyn?" The laughter leaves his voice. "Don't go! It didn't-"
"I'm sorry." I turn and feel my legs break into a sprint. I have to get away from him. I've done it again. I've ignored my feelings for the boy I love for a moment of excitement with another pyrokinetic. I'm so stupid.
**Sorry it took so long to update, I’ve been working on a Scott x Warren fanfic (let me know if you Movellians want to read it, it’s already on Fanfiction.net) and an Angel roleplay thing (@xmanangel on Instagram and also posted in my Movellas). But, as this is so close to the end (*cries*), I’ll get back onto focusing on this soon. Let me know how you think it’s going! Thanks.**