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. :)*

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88. Dream Boy

I'm alone in the trees of the park. It's dark and I feel fear press at the corners of my mind. Where is everyone?
"I'm here." A voice calls from behind me. I turn to find the source, though I am sure I already know who is stood behind me.
"Pyro," I breathe his name as I take in the sight of him. He is dressed all in black; tight jeans, a simple fitted T-shirt and a leather jacket. The moonlight filters through the leaves to cast small shadows over his already attractive face.
"No," He starts, slowly beginning to approach me. "No, don't call me that, Evelyn."
"John." I say simply, knowing that is what he wants, but not knowing why he wants it.
"Much better." He whispers, as he reaches me. "I'm sorry I pushed you away."
"It's okay, I'm just glad you've let me back in." I feel the familiar smile on my lips.
"You're everything I need." He takes me into his arms gently. "We're pyrokinetics, we're meant to be together."
I click my fingers and hold the flames up beside our faces. He slowly unwraps one of his arms from around my body and holds his hand up next to mine. The flames weave around our fingers causing the smile on my face to grow. This is a connection I could not have with anyone else.
Simultaneously, we thrust our hands out and are soon encased in a ring of fire. I let the flames that remain in my palm die down, and wrap my arms around his neck.
"This is how it's supposed to be, Evelyn. We meant to be together." He whispers, I can feel the strong emotions that he has for me through our connection.
"I know, John. I want this. I want us." My words are strong and definite.
"Let me in? Let me be with you?" He begs. The fire around us burns higher with our joined emotions. Two pyrokinetic mutants in one place with raging emotions are gunna create one hell of a fire.
"Yes." I reply simply. I hear him take a deep breath as my hands slide up his neck and guide his face down, closer to my own. The flames climb more now, the smell of burning timber filling the air.
"Now I see why they call you Ardor." He whispers, his lips millimetres from mine. My eyes fall shut as his warm breath tickles my skin.
"Oh, you have no idea." And then we kiss – a deep, passionate kiss that stems from months of waiting. It is everything I imagined and more. The flames that encircle us must be higher than the tree tops now, but we don't care. He kisses me more, smiling against my lips when I return his passion.
"I love you." He pants. "I can't hide it now; I just love you, Evelyn."
"I know," I ache to kiss him again, but feel the need to say the words first. "I love you too."

I wake with a gasp. What the hell was that?! I don't love John. I could never love him. And I don't want to kiss him either! Do I? No. No, I don't.
"Jo- I mean, Pyro?" I reach out with my mind. "What- How- Did you just see-"
"Yeah. If you're talking about the dream, yes, Evelyn, I had it." His thoughts are monotone in my mind, and suddenly the caring John from my dream is a distant memory. I can't help but miss him. "Was it your dream or mine?"
It's a good question, in the past we've regularly experienced each other's dreams, but I'm sure I know the answer.
"It must have been yours, because I don't-" I stop myself. Telling someone out right that you don't love them is a bit harsh. "I don't feel that way about you."
"Who says I feel that way about you?" He snaps back.
"I just thought-"
"Don't 'just think'. Goodnight, Ardor." I shudder at the use of my name, remembering his words from the dream - now I see why they call you Ardor.
"Goodnight." I reply sadly. Why won't he just talk to me? What did I do? "Wait, Pyro?"
"What?" He sounds majorly irritated.
"Why are you acting like this?" I ask, the sadness clear in my thoughts.
"Like what?" When I close my eyes, our connection is so strong that I can almost see him. I wonder if it's the same for him, if he can see me with Scott now.
"Like you don't care about me." I reply weakly. "I care about you, I'm not afraid to admit that. As much as I wish I didn't, I do. You're a really important part of my life, and somehow you're probably the best friend I've ever had."
"I don't care about you. We're only still communicating because of this stupid connection." His words hurt me, and I'm sure he can feel that. "Once I figure out how to cut this off, you'll be out of my life for good."
"John, please!" I beg.
"Don't call me that." He hisses in my mind.
"But that's who you are to me." I start. I can feel the familiar lump rise in my throat. "You're not Pyro. You're not a heartless pyrokinetic with no other ties to me. You're John. You're my friend, someone who - as irritating as it can be - can make me laugh even when I shouldn't."
"Just keep out of my head, Ardor. I'm not talking about this anymore." I feel him try to push me out but I won't let him.
"Well, too bad! Because I am!" My thoughts get stronger and louder as I push into his mind.
"Just leave it!" He growls in my head.
"No, I won't. Because I know this is not you! You told me yourself! You told me that you wanted to kiss me because you wanted us! You told me-"
"Well, I lied. Okay?" He tries to push me out again. That's it!
"No, you didn't! Because I heard your thoughts after you told me that. I heard the thoughts you didn't want me to hear!" I retort.
"What?" His thoughts are suddenly weaker, like some of the anger has been lost.
"I heard you, John. I heard you when-" I stop, struggling to admit to myself what it was that I actually heard. "When you confessed that you were falling for me."
"S-stay out of my head!" He stutters his reply.
"No! If you push me away I'll just push harder to stay in your mind. You won't get rid of me." I promise. "I'm not losing you, John."
"I don't care about you. Just leave it." He tries to regain his harsh facade, but fails.
"John, please." A tear escapes my eye, running down my cheek to the pillow I rest on.
"I can't believe you went in my head." He sounds hurt now.
"I didn't mean to. I just sort of... Heard it. I'm sorry." My thoughts are weak and quiet.
"After all this effort hiding myself from you, and you just 'hear it'." I feel his emotions as I close my eyes tight, focusing on our connection. He feels vulnerable, though I don't know why.
"I'm sorry, John." I let more tears flow now, but manage to suppress my sobs.
"Why are you crying?" He asks, suddenly seeming less hurt and more concerned.
"I'm not!" I lie.
"Yes, you are." His thoughts are softer now, like he's slowly returning to the John that I know. "I can feel it."
"No, I'm just tired." I protest, rubbing my eyes dry.
"Don't lie to me." He now sounds so caring, that it's difficult to imagine he could be the same guy I was talking to just minutes ago. "What's wrong?"
"Why are you hiding from me? Why won't you talk to me? It hurts!" I admit.
"You want to know the truth?" I see him clearly now in my mind. He lies in a large bed wrapped up in cream sheets that cover his body from his waist down. His hair his ruffled and his eyes are closed. I wonder temporarily where he is. I don't know where he lives, he never told me.
"Yes, the truth." I try to make my thoughts sound strong.
"Okay. So, you're right. I feel like an idiot admitting it, but I'm falling for you. It's crazy and it's stupid, but you heard it before, so I can't hide it." Wow. Okay. I can cope with that... I guess. "And when I realized this, when we almost kissed that night, I realized that I couldn't see you anymore. You and the X-Man, you work. You're great together, I guess. I don't want you to be, but you are. And so I just realized I couldn't be around you anymore. It was just going to hurt us both in the end. You'd find out how I feel, and I'd still have to listen to your thoughts about him! So I thought why not try to break our minds apart? But it didn't work. That dream proved that. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" I ask quietly. "At least you can talk to me now, right?"
"Yeah," He still sounds sad.
"Promise me something, yeah?" I try to make my voice sound cheerful, to lighten the conversation. "Never try to shut me out or tell me you don't care about me ever again?"
"Okay." He agrees quietly.

"You're my best friend, John. And if I wasn't with Scott, yeah, maybe things would be different, but I am with him. And I love him." I say, regretting the words as I think them. Was that too harsh? "But I'll try not to think so strongly about him in the future."
"I know." As I watch him in my mind, I see a small smile tug at his lips, his eyes still locked shut. "You've gotta admit though, that kiss in the dream was pretty hot!"
"Yes, John. I guess it was." I smirk. "Goodnight, Pyro."
"No, don't call me that, Evelyn."
"John."

I'm alone in the trees of the park. It's dark and I feel fear press at the corners of my mind. Where is everyone?
"I'm here." A voice calls from behind me. I turn to find the source, though I am sure I already know who is stood behind me.
"Pyro," I breathe his name as I take in the sight of him. He is dressed all in black; tight jeans, a simple fitted T-shirt and a leather jacket. The moonlight filters through the leaves to cast small shadows over his already attractive face.
"No," He starts, slowly beginning to approach me. "No, don't call me that, Evelyn."
"John." I say simply, knowing that is what he wants, but not knowing why he wants it.
"Much better." He whispers, as he reaches me. "I'm sorry I pushed you away."
"It's okay, I'm just glad you've let me back in." I feel the familiar smile on my lips.
"You're everything I need." He takes me into his arms gently. "We're pyrokinetics, we're meant to be together."
I click my fingers and hold the flames up beside our faces. He slowly unwraps one of his arms from around my body and holds his hand up next to mine. The flames weave around our fingers causing the smile on my face to grow. This is a connection I could not have with anyone else.
Simultaneously, we thrust our hands out and are soon encased in a ring of fire. I let the flames that remain in my palm die down, and wrap my arms around his neck.
"This is how it's supposed to be, Evelyn. We meant to be together." He whispers, I can feel the strong emotions that he has for me through our connection.
"I know, John. I want this. I want us." My words are strong and definite.
"Let me in? Let me be with you?" He begs. The fire around us burns higher with our joined emotions. Two pyrokinetic mutants in one place with raging emotions are gunna create one hell of a fire.
"Yes." I reply simply. I hear him take a deep breath as my hands slide up his neck and guide his face down, closer to my own. The flames climb more now, the smell of burning timber filling the air.
"Now I see why they call you Ardor." He whispers, his lips millimetres from mine. My eyes fall shut as his warm breath tickles my skin.
"Oh, you have no idea." And then we kiss – a deep, passionate kiss that stems from months of waiting. It is everything I imagined and more. The flames that encircle us must be higher than the tree tops now, but we don't care. He kisses me more, smiling against my lips when I return his passion.
"I love you." He pants. "I can't hide it now; I just love you, Evelyn."
"I know," I ache to kiss him again, but feel the need to say the words first. "I love you too."

I wake with a gasp. What the hell was that?! I don't love John. I could never love him. And I don't want to kiss him either! Do I? No. No, I don't.
"Jo- I mean, Pyro?" I reach out with my mind. "What- How- Did you just see-"
"Yeah. If you're talking about the dream, yes, Evelyn, I had it." His thoughts are monotone in my mind, and suddenly the caring John from my dream is a distant memory. I can't help but miss him. "Was it your dream or mine?"
It's a good question, in the past we've regularly experienced each other's dreams, but I'm sure I know the answer.
"It must have been yours, because I don't-" I stop myself. Telling someone out right that you don't love them is a bit harsh. "I don't feel that way about you."
"Who says I feel that way about you?" He snaps back.
"I just thought-"
"Don't 'just think'. Goodnight, Ardor." I shudder at the use of my name, remembering his words from the dream - now I see why they call you Ardor.
"Goodnight." I reply sadly. Why won't he just talk to me? What did I do? "Wait, Pyro?"
"What?" He sounds majorly irritated.
"Why are you acting like this?" I ask, the sadness clear in my thoughts.
"Like what?" When I close my eyes, our connection is so strong that I can almost see him. I wonder if it's the same for him, if he can see me with Scott now.
"Like you don't care about me." I reply weakly. "I care about you, I'm not afraid to admit that. As much as I wish I didn't, I do. You're a really important part of my life, and somehow you're probably the best friend I've ever had."
"I don't care about you. We're only still communicating because of this stupid connection." His words hurt me, and I'm sure he can feel that. "Once I figure out how to cut this off, you'll be out of my life for good."
"John, please!" I beg.
"Don't call me that." He hisses in my mind.
"But that's who you are to me." I start. I can feel the familiar lump rise in my throat. "You're not Pyro. You're not a heartless pyrokinetic with no other ties to me. You're John. You're my friend, someone who - as irritating as it can be - can make me laugh even when I shouldn't."
"Just keep out of my head, Ardor. I'm not talking about this anymore." I feel him try to push me out but I won't let him.
"Well, too bad! Because I am!" My thoughts get stronger and louder as I push into his mind.
"Just leave it!" He growls in my head.
"No, I won't. Because I know this is not you! You told me yourself! You told me that you wanted to kiss me because you wanted us! You told me-"
"Well, I lied. Okay?" He tries to push me out again. That's it!
"No, you didn't! Because I heard your thoughts after you told me that. I heard the thoughts you didn't want me to hear!" I retort.
"What?" His thoughts are suddenly weaker, like some of the anger has been lost.
"I heard you, John. I heard you when-" I stop, struggling to admit to myself what it was that I actually heard. "When you confessed that you were falling for me."
"S-stay out of my head!" He stutters his reply.
"No! If you push me away I'll just push harder to stay in your mind. You won't get rid of me." I promise. "I'm not losing you, John."
"I don't care about you. Just leave it." He tries to regain his harsh facade, but fails.
"John, please." A tear escapes my eye, running down my cheek to the pillow I rest on.
"I can't believe you went in my head." He sounds hurt now.
"I didn't mean to. I just sort of... Heard it. I'm sorry." My thoughts are weak and quiet.
"After all this effort hiding myself from you, and you just 'hear it'." I feel his emotions as I close my eyes tight, focusing on our connection. He feels vulnerable, though I don't know why.
"I'm sorry, John." I let more tears flow now, but manage to suppress my sobs.
"Why are you crying?" He asks, suddenly seeming less hurt and more concerned.
"I'm not!" I lie.
"Yes, you are." His thoughts are softer now, like he's slowly returning to the John that I know. "I can feel it."
"No, I'm just tired." I protest, rubbing my eyes dry.
"Don't lie to me." He now sounds so caring, that it's difficult to imagine he could be the same guy I was talking to just minutes ago. "What's wrong?"
"Why are you hiding from me? Why won't you talk to me? It hurts!" I admit.
"You want to know the truth?" I see him clearly now in my mind. He lies in a large bed wrapped up in cream sheets that cover his body from his waist down. His hair his ruffled and his eyes are closed. I wonder temporarily where he is. I don't know where he lives, he never told me.
"Yes, the truth." I try to make my thoughts sound strong.
"Okay. So, you're right. I feel like an idiot admitting it, but I'm falling for you. It's crazy and it's stupid, but you heard it before, so I can't hide it." Wow. Okay. I can cope with that... I guess. "And when I realized this, when we almost kissed that night, I realized that I couldn't see you anymore. You and the X-Man, you work. You're great together, I guess. I don't want you to be, but you are. And so I just realized I couldn't be around you anymore. It was just going to hurt us both in the end. You'd find out how I feel, and I'd still have to listen to your thoughts about him! So I thought why not try to break our minds apart? But it didn't work. That dream proved that. I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" I ask quietly. "At least you can talk to me now, right?"
"Yeah," He still sounds sad.
"Promise me something, yeah?" I try to make my voice sound cheerful, to lighten the conversation. "Never try to shut me out or tell me you don't care about me ever again?"
"Okay." He agrees quietly.

"You're my best friend, John. And if I wasn't with Scott, yeah, maybe things would be different, but I am with him. And I love him." I say, regretting the words as I think them. Was that too harsh? "But I'll try not to think so strongly about him in the future."
"I know." As I watch him in my mind, I see a small smile tug at his lips, his eyes still locked shut. "You've gotta admit though, that kiss in the dream was pretty hot!"
"Yes, John. I guess it was." I smirk. "Goodnight, Pyro."
"No, don't call me that, Evelyn."
"John."

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