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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20. The Morning After

My eyes flutter open. Where am I? The unfamiliar walls send me into a fit of panic. I feel warm movement beside me. Scott. I'm in the Xavier Institute. I remember now, wanting to fall asleep here in his arms, last night, after he confessed his love for me. I stretch slowly, ensuring I don't wake the sleeping, god-like man beside me, before turning gently to face him. He's so beautiful. His deep brown hair is scruffy and spiky from tossing and turning in his sleep. The duvet stops just above his waist, exposing his toned upper body, and his right arm is strewn carelessly over his chest. Although he lies on his back, his face has fallen to look in my direction, his is brow furrowed slightly and his glasses remain on his face, just about – they are tilted at such an angle they do not fully cover either eye and look as if they could snap in two any second. I sigh with contentment, and place my right hand on his bare chest, over his heart, whilst using my left to softly nudge his glasses back into place. He twitches slightly, but does not wake. I don't know why he is still wearing them; he told me that he doesn't wear his glasses at night due to a fear of breaking them.
"Evelyn..." He whispers, nearly making me jump.
"Yeah?" I smile sleepily, looking into his face. When he doesn't reply, I soon realize he must've been talking in his sleep, which makes me smile more. I bury my face in the hard muscles on his chest, the feeling of his smooth, pale skin under my cheek immediately relaxing me.
I notice now that over Scott's glasses, I can see numerous scorch marks on wooden head board. Oops. What happen last night? I close my mind and will myself to remember.

Scott lies on the bed staring up at me as the flames crackle and snap in my ears. I run my hand through my hair, somehow forgetting about the flames that engulf my skull. He loves me! Bringing my hand down, I notice that it too is now burning. Damn. I take a few deep breaths and stare at my hand until the flames recede to nothing. Scott laughs.
"This mutant thing is gunna take some getting used to." I joke, moving my face down to kiss his lips. However, I am very aware that my fire is burning dangerously close to a very flammable oak bed frame, so pull aware quickly.
"I can shut this off." I say, awkwardly flicking my head up to indicate I am talking about my flames. "It just might take a while, you know, 'cause of all the emotion of tonight."
He sits up, his legs still beneath my body. "No." He commands. "No, leave it. I find it really sexy!"
"What?" I laugh.
"I love that you are confident enough to show the mutant you, the
real you, even if you do only show her to me." He explains. "And everyone knows confidence is very sexy!"
I laugh. "You're crazy, mutant boy." I whisper. He wraps his long arms around my body and kisses me hard. I kiss him back, pushing my body against his. I want to be as close to him as is physically possible.
He takes hold of the bottom of my shirt and lifts it over my head, also apparently forgetting that the pretty flickery stuff on my head is real fire. That burns. My shirt bursts into flames and disappears in seconds. Scott pulls back, looking confused, which makes me giggle. It is now I notice the embers of flame falling around us. As beautiful as they are, I shout Scott's name in shock, to alert him to what's about to happen.
"Shit!" He exclaims, slapping a pillow against the headboard where one of the embers has caught. As more embers fall, I realize something; if I can control fire on my hands, why can't I control it in other places and situations?
I focus on each ember in turn, starting with the ones closest to the bed. To my surprise, they zoom back to my outstretched hand and disappear from existence.
"You could've shown me that before I made a hole in my pillow putting out the flames on my bed!" Scott's laugh seems like more of a sigh of relief.
"Sorry," I shrug.
"You are spectacular, Evelyn James!" He comes closer to me again.
"You are the spectacular one, Scott Summers. And I love you." I whisper gently, meaning each word.
"I love you too." He kisses me.

Scott moans gently next to me and stretches his muscles slightly.
"Hi..." He whispers sleepily.
"Hey." I respond, smiling up at him. I sit up to see him, he too is smiling. He moves his head slightly and I notice the large scorch mark on his pillow. I giggle.
"Yes, hilarious." He says sarcastically, though he still smiles. "I've lived in this house, what? Three days? And my girlfriend is already destroying the furniture!"
"Sorry," I say through another giggle.
"Evelyn," he yawns. "Please join the X-Men?"
"Yes." I whisper, a surprised smile spreads across his lips. "BUT, I'm not moving in here." I add in a tone that warns him not to challenge my decision.
"Okay, Evelyn. You've already agreed to more than I had expected!" He kisses my forearm softly. "Now, we need to get up. Professor Xavier's first lesson for us starts in an hour, and if you stay here any longer, I'm afraid we might never leave this bed." 

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