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I woke up from my sleep to Cassie freaking out. The plane was going through some rough turbulence and she looked like she was going to die. The plane continued to shake violently and the seatbelt signs turned on above.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we seem to have encountered some unexpected weather patterns. For the next little bit we will be experiencing some turbulence so please fasten your seatbelts. Thank you." A pleasant female voice announced over the intercom.
<Shit Alex I can't take this fuck. I swear to god if I don't be careful someone around me is gonna get hurt. I'm having trouble controlling my instincts to defend myself. The last thing we I want is a plane full of comatose passengers.> Cassie said in my head.
<Cassie just chill out O.K.? This is completely normal it's just gonna be a bit of a bumpy ride.> I sent back to her, using my empathic powers to calm her nerves.
Finally she was able to relax as the plane continued to bounce up and down. She was being brave the poor girl, she never was good at flying. Suddenly the overhead oxygen masks came down above our heads and Cassie snapped. She yelped and suddenly a few people beside us lolled over in their seats, unconscious for the time being.
She gritted her teeth. I could tell she was trying to get her powers under control. I didn't know Cassie was having so much trouble keeping her abilities in check. No wonder she had rushed at the chance to go to Xavier's school.
<How long has this been going on for?> I asked her.
<A little while now, I didn't want to worry you Alex...>
I mentally grumbled and looked around. There were a few children who seemed to be just as scared as Cassie and a "New York Business Type" kind of guy ran for the bathroom looking kind of pale. The plane's shaking started to decrease until we were flying smooth again. I heard Cassie breath a sigh of relief beside me, and the tense vibes I had been feeling off her stopped as well.
"How long was I out for?" I asked quietly.
She checked her watch and looked up, "About four hours."
A handsome looking flight attendant came down the isle with a cart full of food. He started to hand out trays until he got to us. His gaze lingered on me as he set down one of the plates in front of me, and then Cassie.
There were two plates of mashed potatoes, instant no doubt. Some kind of mystery meat as well as green peas and carrots. We started to eat and the food wasn't half bad. Except the peas which were a greenish brown kind of colour.
Cassie giggled in my head as she threw a few at me.
Of course a five minute pea fight ensued until a lady behind us got hit with one and complained. We stopped our pseudo-violence for the time being. Residual laughter would break out every once in a while, until the lady started kicking our seats. Cassie guffawed loudly.
I was lucky enough to have a window seat and I peered out at the billowy clouds. The sun was rising, turning their normal white into a multi-faceted colour ranging from deep red to light yellow, and everything in between. I smiled as I thought of the world below us, so far away. It was disorienting when I thought too deeply about where we were so I turned my attention to Cassie.
She was of aboriginal origin, with light olive coloured skin and oval dark brown eyes. She often nods with her eyes, closing them and then opening them slowly as her head moves gracefully down then up. She has red/purplish brown hair that is cut a few inches below her shoulders. Cassie possesses a quiet demeanor, but not to the point of being unconfident. Quite the contrary. She's comfortable in her own skin and has a silent, confident air to her. To me she is a paradigm of strength.
I started to dose off in my chair, tired from a lack of sleep...
I woke up later as we were landing in Ottawa. We had to transfer in the Ottawa International Airport, in order to fly to New York, NY.
Cassie and I came off the plane and into the busy Ottawa terminal. It was at least ten times as bad as Saskatoon's. We waded through the sea of people to get to our next gate. It took us a good half an hour but we were finally seated on our second plane of the trip. To say the flight was eventful would be a lie. In fact it was filled with a lot of sleeping and reading.
I was ecstatic when we finally got off the plane in New York. Cassie and I picked up our baggage and walked out into the New York air. I coughed for a minute before I was able to adjust to the air. It had a considerably lower quality of than the atmosphere we were use to in Saskatchewan. Cassie walked out and whistled for one of the many yellow cabs to stop.
"Cassie you ass that's such a cliché! Cabs don't stop for a whistle in real life, you've seen way too many movies" I laughed at her. My victory was short-lived as a bulky looking taxi screeched to a halt in the loading zone.
She smirked like the smart ass she knew she was and got in, signalling me to do the same. The cab's seats were covered in worn leather. The driver was an old man in his fifties. Rosary beads hung from his rear view mirror and there was a picture of a smiling family on his dashboard.
"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters please," She told the tired looking man.
"And that is where?" He replied, visibly agitated.
Cassie handed him a print out of the address along with some directions. I must have been in the kitchen when she had printed it off. We drove through the heavy traffic. If it was mid afternoon by now, I would hate to see the place during rush hour.
We sped along for a good hour and a half until we started to enter the suburbs. Huge sky scrapers and government buildings no longer plagued the sky. Instead there were many well kept residential homes and there were even some trees.
He stopped in front of a regal looking mansion. It had to have been three stories high and close to the size of a small school. We paid the driver and got out, much to his relief. He had a 'Friends of Humanity', type feel to him. Most likely bigoted towards mutants. We walked up a winding road until we came to a metal gate with an X in the middle of it. An engraved plaque held the address and some additional information about the school.
The gates opened by themselves. It had a spooky feel like there was an unseen presence opening them. We continued up the driveway which lead a path between vast amounts of lush green grass and evergreen trees. There was even a basketball court off to the side with a lone ball sitting half on the court half on the folliage. Our feet broke the silence with a step-scrape-step kind of sound.
I arrived a little ahead of Cassie. There was a large brass knob on the oak wooden doors. I was about to knock when the door opened and a woman I recognized as Ms. Munroe. She was in a staff portrait displayed on Xavier's website. She had beautifully white hair. The kind you can only get with old age. She had cocoa coloured skin tones and ice blue eyes. Such strange attributes for someone of her ethnic background.
"High I'm Alex Cooper. I believe I talked to Mr. Summers on the phone about attending your institution?" By now Cassie had caught up with me and was standing beside me.
"Ah yes, My name is Ororo Munroe, and you must be Cassie" She held out her hand to greet us in turn. "It's so nice to meet you, please come in and I'll show you to your rooms."
We followed as Ms. Munroe practically glided through the mansion. Her bone white hair flowing behind her. It reminded me of a blizzard and it's icy, winding torrents. She stopped in front of a door and opened it with some kind of a key card. Room number three forty-five.
"Charles has informed me of your situation, and we feel comfortable letting you two stay in the same room together." At hearing this Cassie smiled at me and set her bags down.
The room was very nice. It had two bay windows that looked out over the school's backyard. The interior was modestly furnished with two double beds, dark wooden floors and tasteful curtains. The daylight reflected in an eerie blue on all the antique wood, natural light always made me uncomfortable. Ms. Munroe helped us to unpack our things into the beautifully carved dressers and we dressed the beds.
After we had settled in Ms. Munroe took us on a tour of the school. I must say I was impressed by it's standard of excellence. We passed many classes being taught by various teachers. We travelled down the creaky floors and Ms. Munroe stopped to show us some of the art that hung on the walls. While she was talking I peered into one of the rooms and my eyes fell upon one boy in particular. He had ash blonde hair and a beautiful face. His skin was a milky white and his eyes were an ice blue, deeper than Ms. Munroe's. I shivered when he looked at me with them and quickly turned my head back to the art on the wall.
We continued on and got something to eat in the cafeteria. By the time the tour was over classes had let out. Ms. Munroe gave us our class schedules and let us know that we had to go down to the medical lab at 9:00 AM tomorrow to be properly tested.
"I'm sorry I can't stay and keep you company, but I have some business to attend to," Ms. Munroe apologised and then shouted at a student in the crowd. "Robert!"
It was him. The boy with the blue eyes, he nodded in Ms. Munroe's direction and made his way over to us. His walk was even attractive...
Cassie said in my mind.
<Shut up! I swear if you say anything your ass is grass> I replied while glaring at her and making sure to send her a few waves of unsettling emotions. She glared at me and stopped when the boy arrived.
"You needed me Ms. Munroe?" He asked politely.
"Yes, would you mind keeping Alex and Cassie company? They're new here and I'm sure you could introduce them to a few people."
"No problem," He replied with a bright smile.
After that, Ms. Munroe abruptly left us alone with the boy.
"Hi I'm bobby," He extended his hand to me. I shook it and noticed how cold he was. The temperature I'd imagine a corpse to be.
He shook Cassie's hand as well. We made small talk for a little while. I learned that he was one of the first students here back when the institute was still called Charles Xavier's Westchester home. He had been here since he was twelve and had the uncanny ability to manipulate the cold.
We went back to his room to hang out and help him with his homework. His place wasn't dirty in fact it was pretty clean. But it's possible for a clean room to be MESSY. I swear this boy had clothes and books every where. It was a wonder he ever found anything. The room was also a few degrees cooler than the rest of the school. Bobby liked it cold.
<I'm gonna take off Alex. Leave you two alone!> Cassie said in my mind.
"Hey listen guys I have some more stuff to unpack so I'll catch you later O.K?" She lied.
"Yeah no problem Cassie, it was nice to meet you," he smiled.
"Call me Cass Bobby dear, my friends do." with that she left the room and closed the door.
"She's quite the character," Bobby spoke.
"That she is. She's my heart and soul that girl. I don't know what I'd do with out her."
"Oh so you two are..." He asked, a little less enthusiastic.
"Oh god no! We're just friends!" I started to break out into a fit of laughter.
"So you think I'm funny huh?!" He laughed at me, "Here's funny for you!" he said before he picked me up and started to tickle me. I swear I have a weakness for tickling, I can't take it I'm way too sensitive...so I fought back. We wrestled for a good thirty minutes before he tripped me and I fell on him. Not just on him RIGHT on top of him. We both continued to laugh until we realized how close we were to each other. Things got real quiet and I looked into his eyes. Before I knew what was happening his cold, soft lips were pressed against mine. We were kissing cautiously, unsure of what each other's reaction would be. When I figured out that he wasn't going to freak on me I began to french kiss him. He wasn't expecting it, but he reciprocated. His lips were cold against my warm mouth. I've always been warm my whole life, warmer than everyone else. To say this was an amazing kiss would be an understatement.
We stopped kissing and smiled at each other. I laid my head down on his chest and heard his heart beat slowly beneath his chest. Thump...Thump...Thump.
"It's my cold blood," he said, "It makes my heart beat slower."
"Oh" Was my reply.
We stayed on the floor comfortable with each other's company. It was one of the most intimate moments of my life, lying in his arms. I sighed and slowly drifted off to sleep.
Hey guys I'm still expecting some feedback, so far it's been great! You're all great readers :D -J.T