"So this will be your new room, huh?" I glance around the shell of a room, containing just a double bed, a basic nightstand and a large wardrobe. "It's huge!"
He laughs "Yeah, it's pretty cool. The professor says I can paint it and stuff to make it feel more like home."
"So, Mr Summers, you gunna be an X-Man?" I say in a mocking voice.
Earlier, the professor had dived into more details on what being part of his crime fighting team would involve - rescuing poor innocent humans, having weird code names and outfits to protect our identities, getting cats down from trees; the usual hero rubbish.
"I don't know. I mean, it seems like a really a really good idea. We could help others like us, other mutants!" I wish people would stop using that word; it makes us seem like some sort of freaks. Wasn't Godzilla due to a mutation?
"I just want a normal life, Scott." I sigh. "This whole 'X-Men' thing just complicates things more. Can't I just pretend I don't have this problem?"
"Evi, you don't have a problem! You have a skill. You're remarkable!" He steps forward and wraps his long arms around my waist. "Surely, by joining this team, it will be easier for you to see that?""
I sigh. "I'm just not ready."
He pulls me into a strong hug and kisses my hair. "Just think about it, yeah?"
I nod against his chest.
"Hey," he says cheerfully "How about I show you that cool thing I text you about earlier."
I allow a weak smile to cross my lips and nod, more eagerly now.
He crosses the room and opens the top drawer in his nightstand. He reaches into the draw and pulls out something smooth and yellow. I furrow my brow trying to understand what it is that he's holding, as he moves back towards me. He sits on the bed and pulls me down beside him.
"Look, the professor made it for me." I tilt my head and pout slightly.
"I don't get it. What is it?" He smiles slightly.
"It's a special visor, made of ruby quartz, like my glasses. It will make it easier for me to contain and control my ability." He explains, twisting it in his hands.
"Wow." I whisper to myself. "How does it work?"
He points to the red lens across the centre of the visor that matches the deep red colour of his sunglasses.
"The lens consists of two sliding pieces of ruby quartz infused glass perpendicular to each other," he twists a dial on the side of the visor "and when I turn this dial, the glass retracts."
"That's spectacular." I touch the red lens lightly. "He really engineered this?"
"Yeah," his smile spreads wider than ever.
"For you?" I don't know, but this makes the professor seem kind of... Nice?
"Yeah! He's really trying to help me, Evelyn." Scott reaches for my hand. "I trust him."
"I know he sounds great and all, giving you a home, creating something that could improve your life and stuff. But don't you ever question his motives? There are so many bad people out there who would give anything to get their hands on you and your ability."
"I know, but I'm trusting my instincts on this one. Crazy as it seems." He says. Although I can't see his eyes through his glasses, I feel them locked on me.
"But this thing," I gesture to his new visor "This must have taken ages to construct! How did he even know of your powers if you only met last night?"
"I don't know exactly what it does, or how, but there's this huge computer thing that the professor uses to amplify his telepathic abilities. He can then use it to detect mutants, all over the world. He says he's been watching me for a month or so, since he decided to set up the Xavier Institute," (I assume the Xavier Institute is where we are now) "and was just waiting for the right time to intervene."
"Isn't it a bit creepy that he's been watching you?"
He laughs. "I know. Pretty weird, but, like I said before - I trust him. I mean, look at this," he holds to visor slightly higher, making me smile at his fascination. "This is... This is amazing!"
"Oh. Scott." I smile softly "I guess this really is going to make so many things easier for you!" I pull him in for a strong hug, before remembering his badly bruised ribs. "Oops. Sorry."
"Shhh," he strokes a piece of red hair from my eyes and kisses me softly. "Thank you for giving this place a chance."
I sigh lightly. He's so beautiful.
Suddenly, my phone buzzes loudly in my pocket. Damn. Bad timing. I take out my phone, sending an apologetic glance at Scott.
Evi! CSI is on and dinner has almost finished cooking. Love mum. xxx
"I'm really sorry! I really need to go!" I regret the words before they leave my mouth. I don't want to leave him. Not here. Not now.
"It's okay. Go. I've got some stuff to sort anyway." I kiss him on the cheek and stand to leave. He grasps my wrist. "Oh, and Evelyn? Thanks again."