The Boy With The Silver Lighter **ON HIATUS**

**Sequel to 'The Boy With The Red Sunglasses'.** It has been a week since the funeral of Evelyn James, a funeral that shouldn't have happened. Because Evelyn is not dead, although she might as well be. With the order to stay away from her friends, family and the boy she loves, Evelyn has no choice but to go back to the boy who caused her death - the boy with the silver lighter.


3. First Request

"H-How?" I stutter. This can't be right. She's here. Stood right in front of me. Yet all of those people watched her die in that building. How could she possibly survive an explosion like that?
"Pyrokinesis is literally a lifesaving mutation, John." Her smile grows into a large grin before she runs over to hug me tightly, taking me by surprise. "You have no idea how good it is to see you."
"Y-your mutation d-did this?" I don't hug her back. I can't. Part of me tells me this is just an element of my growing insanity, or maybe just a dream. Surely, she's not real.
"The flames, they saved me!" Her voice is muffled as she buries her face in my shoulder.
"It can't be you." I breathe the words, my eyes locked on a tree far ahead. She steps back, placing her hands on my shoulders and looks into my eyes.
"How can I prove to you that it's me?" She whispers. It’s a good question. What can be said to prove that she is actually here with me?
"We kissed once, in a dream-like, telepathic state. Tell me where we were in that dream?" I notice her face drop immediately. I know she doesn't like to think about that. That was the moment that destroyed her relationship with Scott Summers. I don't hear the answer over my shock. I don't need to. I can tell from her expression that it's actually her.
"It's really you!" I pull her back into the hug she has just released me from.
"Yes, it's me, John!" She looks up at me, a sweet - yet painfully weak - smile on her lips.
"You crazy girl!" I laugh as she wipes the tears from my face. "Why did you leave me? Why did you go?"
"I had to save them!" She closes her eyes and sighs heavily. "I had to do what was right."
"No, you didn't. That wasn't your responsibility!" I place a soft kiss on her forehead. "You got me so scared! I thought I'd never see you again! I thought I'd lost you forever."
"I know. I'm sorry." She blinks up at me.
"Shhhh. No, don't be sorry. You're here now." The realization of the words hits me. "Oh wow. You're really here!"
"Is that a bad thing?" She smirks slightly, the smile not reaching her eyes.
"No, no! Of course not!" It surprises me she even needs to ask. "It's just... Holy shit, Evelyn. You're alive! I haven't lost you!"
"Yes, I think we've established that." She rolls her eyes, obviously not understanding how much she means to me.
"Sorry, I just... Wow." I take a deep breath and try to order my thoughts. "Wait... Why aren't you with the X-Men?"
I hate to ask, because honestly, I don't care, but I have to. There has to be a reason she chose to come here instead of returning to the boy she loves. I notice her eyes start to water and her lower lip begin to quiver. Why is she crying?
"Evelyn?" I push.
"They won't take me back." She sobs, suddenly releasing her emotions and crying into my shoulder.
"The X-Men. The professor isn't allowing me back! He says I can never speak to them or my family ever again!" She buries her face into my chest.
"It's okay. You have me." I whisper, trying to hide the slight happiness in my tone. Yes, of course I'm sad that she's lost her friends and family. But this means that she'll have to choose me. Always. She'll have to forgive all of the damn stupid things I did, and take me back.
"I know. That's why I'm here." She looks up at me, the tears glinting in her eyes.
"What do you need?" I hug her tighter.
"I don't know if it's too earlier to ask." She whispers.
"Too early?" I furrow my brow, my confusion evident. Placing my hand on her cheek, I rub the tears away.
"In our friendship..." She bites her lip, her cute awkwardness showing.
"Evelyn, I've been in your head for months. We've seen the worst of each other. After that, there is nothing 'early' about our friendship." I wink at her quickly, coaxing a slight smile from her lips.
"I know. I just don't want to go too quickly." She sighs, her breath wavering still.
"What did you want to ask?" I smile.
"John," She stops.
"Evelyn," I smirk. She takes a deep breath before she says the words.
"Can I move in with you?"


**So how do you think it’s going so far? I really need feedback here, as I’m far less confident with this than I was with 'Red Sunglasses'. Gosh, this is so different! *facepalm* Anyway, let me know!**

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