I can't possibly stay here, can I? I mean, all of the things Scott just explained seemed like perfectly valid solutions and reasons for the sources of my worry, but that doesn't mean he'll stick to his word. Can I handle potentially being ordered around by the guy I love for the rest of my life?
"Okay, I have a proposal for you." I state confidently, but my mind is filled with anything but confidence.
"Of course." His tone is controlled and firm, but I can hear the slight fear within it.
"I will stay here-"
"Oh thank god, Evelyn! I was so-"
"If," I say loudly, pushing into the sentence he used to cut me off. "If you agree to my rules."
"Okay," I notice the hesitancy in the word. I know he doesn't really want me making any rules. After all, I am pretty damn irresponsible.
"Rule number one, I will never be a complete member of the X-Men. I will stick to using my black suit and you will not address me as a team mate in public. I will refrain from showing any obvious connection to you and will try my hardest to ensure that you guys are still seen in the positive way that you should be. This means that I will travel with you in the X-Jet, but we shall exit the plane at different points." I keep my voice firm. "If any of you are asked to comment on the X-Men in public, you are not to connect me to yourselves in any way. Is that understood?"
"Yeah, I guess." Scott looks puzzled. "But you are a part-"
"No. That is rule number one. And I will not change my mind about that. It's for your own good." I clear my throat before continuing. "Although I will not be a complete member of the X-Men, I will still obey your orders. That is, if I think that they are appropriate. I will try to be more mature, responsible and understanding regarding this in the future, as, after all, you're the leader for a reason. But I will still object if I think the order puts you in danger, or is just plain stupid."
"Okay..." I can tell that Scott's mind is working hard to process my words.
"Rule number three," I allow my tone to soften slightly. "You have to promise that, no matter how hectic life gets, we'll have at least one night a week where we relax and just be normal seventeen year olds. Take me on a cheesy date, go to a party or concert, you know, just fun stuff."
"Of course!" He smiles for the first time now.
"And finally," My stronger tone returns. "Rule number four. This is the most important one. You just have to let me be me. Yes, I'll act stupid. Yes, I'll make pretty big mistakes sometimes. But I can't have you constantly watching over me and treating me like a child that needs protection. I'm not a child, Scott. I'm your girlfriend. And I'm almost eighteen now. I need you to just let me do what I want, and not yell at me for doing it. Please, tell me you can do that?"
"Or at least tell me that you'll try?" I can feel my words turn into a beg.
"I can try. I just-" He sighs and stops himself. "Yes, Evelyn, I'll try."
"I don't want to leave you, Scott. I love you, and no one understands me like you do. But you have to promise you'll respect my rules, even if you don't like them, and I'll do the same for you." I place my hand on his cheek and run my thumb over his soft skin gently.
"Okay, I promise." He sounds determined, which makes me think that he's not just saying this to make me stay. "I love you too. Loosing you is not something I'm ready for right now."
"So, we're going to get through this?" I feel the smile creep to my lips for the first time in too long.
"We're going to get through everything, Ardor! I can't let you go." He returns my smile. "Please be my girlfriend again?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" I laugh, pulling him in for a hug. Part of me is still filled with worry that he will not live up to his promise, but I push those thoughts to the back of my mind. I need to give him a chance.
"Please let me kiss you?" He begs, softly running his fingers through my hair, just the way I like it. "I've been aching to since I saw you with your hands all over Warren this morning. That really-"
"Shut up." I cut him off and kiss his lips. He returns the action and wraps his arms around my body, pulling me to him.
I feel at home again in his arms. Leaving him would've been the biggest mistake I could've ever made. I can't believe I even considered it.
"Scott," I pull away from his lips. "Do you really think what I did to Marcus was wrong?"
"Yes." The word is strong and definite.
"Oh," I look down at my hands, which are settled in my lap.
"But I also see why you did it. And if I had been in your position, and someone was threatening you, I would've done the same thing." He lifts my chin so that I look at him. "Thank you, for trying to protect me, I mean. But don't in the future. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you got for hurt standing up for me. Or if you exposed yourself for the same reason."
"No, this is a new one of my rules." He kisses me. "I know you probably won't stick to it, but please try?"
I nod. I will try. I will consider each situation more in the future. Dealing with Marcus in that way probably wasn't the most mature thing to do.
"So, what are we doing about rule number three this week?" His voice is lighter and more cheerful now.
"Number three?" I giggle. I can't remember which one was which.
"Yeah, going out and being normal teenagers." He kisses my forehead before standing and offering me his hand.
"We should go clubbing!" I offer excitedly, taking his hand and letting him pull me up to stand in front of him. He laughs.
"We're seventeen. Isn't that illegal or something?" I know he wouldn't usually want to go anywhere near a club.
"I know a few places that don't check for ID." I shrug casually. "Plus, we're hardly going to be drinking much, are we?" I click my fingers between us and a small flame ignites, before I catch it in my palm, causing it to disappear.
"Good point. Wait. You sound like you've been to a lot of clubs." He places his hand on my waist and pulls me towards him slightly - typical possessive Scott.
"Me and Sara used to go a lot when we were single." I shrug off his comment.
"I don't like the sound of that." He pulls me closer. "The idea of you meeting boys... Ugh." He shudders slightly, making me giggle.
"You know I've never felt this way about anyone else, Scott Summers. Stop worrying so much!" I tiptoe and place a quick kiss on his nose.
"Fine. You can take me clubbing." He sighs.
"Great! We leave at eight."