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. :)*


2. The Green Door

To my surprise, Scott actually walks me home. He tells me about his foster family and how he's been passed between families and care homes since his parents died in a plane crash at the age of ten. It surprises me that he's so open with me.
"Well, this is my house." I nod toward my green front door.
"Okay, well... I'll... I'll see you tomorrow... I guess." He stammers. I smile.
"Yeah," is all I can find to whisper in reply. I begin to walk down my path when he grabs my arm.
"Hey!" I exclaim in mock anger. "I thought we agreed no grabbing."
"Evelyn," he whispers. "I'm really glad I met you."
I take a deep breath as I notice how gorgeous he is in the glow of the street lights. I swallow, hard. "I.. Urrr..." I clear my throat and order my thoughts. "I'm glad I met you too, Scott."
He leans in towards me and his soft brown hair tickles my forehead. Is he going to kiss me? Oh my gosh. He's going to-
"Evi!" My mother's voice rings out from the doorway. "Evi? Is that you?" I sigh and roll my eyes.
"I gotta go." I say, regretting the words as soon as they pass my lips. "Thank you, though!"
I hurry off up the path and meet my mother at the door.
"Who was that?" My mum questions in her usual over protective and over curious manner.
"Just a friend, mom."
"Does this friend have a name?" She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at me. A small smile pulls up the corners of her lips. Jeez, mom.
"Scott. His name's Scott." I call back, as I walk to the stairs.
"Ooooohh. You like him!" She giggles, running after me. "Seriously, mom! How old are you?! He's just a friend!" She's as bad as Sara.
"If you say so!" She calls as I shut my bedroom door.
I lean against the cool wood and slip down slowly until I am sat against the bottom of the door. It's been a long night. I'm exhausted. How is it that this morning I was a normal seventeen year old girl, giddy with excitement for the prom, and now I'm some sort of freak that can set fire to myself, with only a fellow freak for support? Who am I kidding? Scott's not a freak. Scott's... Different. His ability is spectacular! How have I never noticed him before? I mean. He's always just been 'that weirdo in the sunglasses' to most of my year. He didn't really speak to anyone, so no one really spoke to him. It was like he was hiding. But I've found him now. And I don't know what it is but there is something about him-
Heavy knocks on my bedroom door pull me from my daydream, making me jump in surprise.
"School just called!" My mum yells. "Why didn't you tell me what happened?!" I stand and open my door, allowing my mother - and her anger - to flow in.
"It wasn't a big deal, I-"
"Not a big deal?! You were on fire, Evelyn!" Her shouting makes me want to turn my face away.
"Mom, it's all a big exaggeration. My hair touched one of the lights and started smoking, because of the colours in my hair and dress, people assumed I was on fire. Scott rushed over and threw water on my hair before-"
"How do I know you're not lying to me again, Evelyn James?" Her anger has dissipated and she now just seems concerned.
"If I was on fire, wouldn’t I be burnt? I'm not. Check me, all over." I stand from where I was sat on my bed and step towards her. "Go ahead!" She runs her fingers through my hair slowly, before stepping back from me.
"I guess you're right. I'm sorry Evi, I just want you safe." I hug her.
"I know, mom." My words are muffled by our embrace. She steps back and takes a deep breath.
"Well, it's been an emotional day, I'm going to bed." Her voice is gentle, almost weak. "Want anything before I do?"
I shake my head "No, thanks."
She nods and exits the room before calling back "Is Scott cute?"
I laugh and shut my door before shouting my reply of
"Night, mom!" through the wood.
I remove my dress and hang it up on the front of my wardrobe, before climbing into bed. I drift off to sleep almost immediately, to dreams of fire, footballs and red sunglasses.

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