Tripping Over Another Problem - Meeting in the MedBay
Wednesday March 28th, 5th period.
"Are you going to tell Dr McCoy?" The inter-dimensional porting mutant eyed Talia with a long practiced coolness, Do you fear vhat he vill say? the thought echoed in Porter’s mind, not a thought of his own but a voice of the one who dabbed the anti-bacterial towel lightly against the gash on his right eyebrow. "I’m not afraid of him," The tone bubbled with a sense of absurdity towards such a comment, though he grimaced as she turned her attention on examining the shoulder, "I’m just not in the mood with how they always assume everything’s my fault," Quietly Porter gazed towards the door which led into Hank’s office, as if waiting for the massive form to emerge, despite Talia’s comment on McCoy’s absence from MedLab, He vould not assume such things, she tried to assure the pearl eyed boy, her three fingered hands moving gently over his bare torso that was scattered lightly now with bruises, However, I doubt he vould belief zat you tripped down ze stairs, so yes, he vill question you further, An annoyed frown followed her words, Porters violet brow creasing in displeasure at the thought of admitting what had happened. If you tell me, zen I could talk directly to Mrs Summers, und zere will be no need for Hank to pry und question… She offered, of course Hank would be given the file, but with all of the fights Porter got into over the years it was getting harder and harder to find new ways to try and help him settle.
"I’m not lying Tal, it involved steps, and I was tripped," He went to shrug his shoulders only to remember the bruises that ached as he did so, Zey could have hurt you badly, zese bruises are curable, ze broken neck you could have suffered vould be beyond even Hank und his abilities! Golden eyes narrowed slightly in frustration as she spoke telepathically into Porter’s mind, her long blue arrow headed tail flicking annoyingly. Porter wasn’t the first student Talia had seen suffer at the hands of other students here, as if having a horde of villains outside the school trying to kill them off and toss them around, their own were helping batter and bruise each other just as bad! "They didn’t mean for me to fall, they were freaked out enough to figure that much, I just don’t want to start anything and have them think I took a cheap shot," The nurse sighed slightly, she wanted to pretend she didn’t understand what he was getting at, but she knew enough to figure out he was worried if they got in trouble for shoving him down stairs their mishap may turn into a continuing feud of payback… Not always the case, but with Porter’s ability to get on people’s nerves at times, Talia could see why he was more interested in avoiding causing a fuss then dealing with it, but whoever knocked him down still had to face the fact they could have seriously injured him!
Mr Summers, or Mrs Summers, zey need to hear of zis and zey vill decide how best to handle it, zey know vhat zey are doing Darren, zey won’t make zings worse, if you hide it, zen Hank vill push it, it’s his job to make sure students are safe here, und you know zat. the telepath motioned for Porter to lay back, I vant you to stay here, ze collar bone isn’t broken but ze damage is still going to cause you problems if you just valk out now, The look he gave her forced Talia to raise her hand slightly, to silence any protests he may have ready to fly her way, If you zink you can hobble avay from me faster zen I can teleport you back to ze bed with your sprained ankle, zen try it, otherwise lay back und rest. The bell for the end of lunch rang, ringing through all their ears before Talia gave a soft smile, showing a glimpse of her fanged canines, It’s the best excuse you could have to get out of classes, And if he tried to run for it, she’d tell Hank he was being reckless, and then Hank would be more full of questions then a 5 year old. Defeat was admitted and Porter carefully let himself lay back in the bed, one of many in the main area, a few hours ought to do enough, it would be up to Porter if he stayed the night or not, some students didn’t like the idea, others preferred staying the night instead of just getting up to go to bed, it depended on their injuries and the time of night. Talia was certain Porter would be in his own bed tonight; even if he had to stitch his legs back on to make it there. Pride could get in the way at times, but Talia smiled and drifted back to her desk once she was done seeing to him and set about some of her workload that needed sorting out.
Meshel:
Meshel was in her class with her too best friends Katie and Tiger, she was siting up at the back near the window. She just came in from lunch, they were near the lake under a big tree. They were talking about the afternoon classes, that it was a nice day and what they are going to wear the next day. Meshel is wearing a black skirt with red lining a chain hanging on the side with a skull on the side; she was wearing black sandals with little skulls on them and her t-shirt black and red with a skull on the back and saying “BAD GIRL.” There was two guys sitting next to her and her friends, they were saying that something bad happened at lunch, they lust said that some guy was pushed down the stairs just out side the boy dorms.
"I know he’s got an attitude, but they so pushed things!" said boy with the dark blue hat , white t-shirt and ripped jeans "Someone said to him that he was Pinkie the air head from the old cartoon Pinkie and Brain." continued the boy. The teacher was talking to this student because he threw something towards someone in the class. "It must be pretty bad fall, because the nurse came to get him." said the boy. The boy that threw a panicle over the other side of the room he got a detention, but Meshel was paying more attention to what the boys are saying about the boy that fell. The other boy commented "Well Porter gets himself into trouble a lot!"
“WOW did you hear that?” Meshel whispered to Katie and Tiger. “Yea your friend Porter got pushed down the stairs!” Katie whispered back. "Are you going to go see him?” Asked Tiger in a whisper. “Yea after this class I will go see him” with a sigh. It was about half way through the first class. She feels kind a sad that she can’t go see Porter sooner, but she wants to do good in her classes, she wishes that it would go to the 35 minute brake so she can race down.
The time went by very slowly, she kept glancing at the clock not even listening to the teacher, she was very nervous because she is worried that he might have hurt himself or maybe worse broke something. She glanced at the clock it was almost time to go for the brake, she started to pack up her stuff quietly so she doesn’t disturb the teacher, "Its almost time to go, do you want to come?” Meshel asked Tiger and Kate quietly. "Sure but you probably want some privet time with him” Katie replied quietly. After about a minute or two the bell went, Meshel Katie and Tiger were the first ones to leave the class, they raced down to the sickbay. "Talia can I go see Porter?” Asked Meshel. The nurse looked up and nodded; Meshel went into the room as soon as she saw Porter she ran to the side of the bed. "Are you okay?” She asked in a worried tone. "Meshel we are going to wait in the next room!” Katie said her hand on the door to close it behind her. Meshel turned and nodded to them then they closed the door she looked at Porter again.
Porter: "Talia can I go see Porter?" It wasn’t that Porter was tired, but lazing about waiting for his bruises to heal on the advanced medical bed meant that he was getting steadily drowsier and drowsier. The somewhat familiar voice that said his name jostled the youth from his rest, turning his head slightly baffled, sure he hoped it was Arisa, but even a knock on the head couldn’t fool him into thinking that voice belonged to his long time friend. It’s not like Arisa even knows I’m here, otherwise she’d be here, he thought with a sigh, comforting himself with the knowledge that he had no doubt in his mind that Logan’s daughter would have rushed here had she known of his accident… but she was so busy… so caught up in everything… It’s not her fault… The pearl-eyed student thought with a feel of neglect, before movement distracted the violet hued mutant once again from his thoughts. "Are you okay?" A spark of uncertainty and slight confusion crossed Porter’s expression, Oh god… it’s the bipolar girl! Whatever coaxed her down here, Porter couldn’t quite figure, they’d passed each other occasionally the last week since their first encounter, but he still couldn’t make sense of the girl. She was torn between relatively sane and completely irritable, the dimensional hopping mutant had settled with Meshel likely to have some sort of imbalance, like bipolar for example, then again, it was kinda scary but that was probably just how she naturally was…
"Meshel we are going to wait in the next room!" The other girls drifted off, and awkwardly Porter stared after them, looking away only to grab at the t-shirt folded neatly on the side table. The healing bruises and the still slightly swollen cut on his eyebrow couldn’t be hidden beneath the covers, though he tried to hide as much of his bruised collarbone as possible. The white shirt was pressed against his chest, hidden under the thin blanket as he wondered if she would stare long or not… or why she was even here. She sounds worried though… he admitted to himself once she looked back to the figure on the bed, letting her friends leave for the waiting area. "Are you stalking me?" It wasn’t a harsh comment; his voice was smooth and calm, though his body language was defensive and withdrawn. It wasn’t uncommon for him to be awkward when he wasn’t wearing his watch to hide away his abnormalities, it didn’t take many meetings with Porter to see he was a great deal more confident when dressed with his holo-emitter and appearing as any other regular teen… instead of the purple fleshed misfit. "I’ll be fine…the stairs just like to show dominance every now and then," a very faint shrug of his shoulders was given as his legs awkwardly shifted under the covers, "They get tired of people walking all over them I guess…why are you down here? And if you say it’s because you’re hoping to catch me at a vulnerable moment, I can still open an inter-dimensional vortex under your feet," There was a teasing smile, the edge of his lip curving to show he wasn’t trying to suggest that she only intended to come here to argue, it’s just… they didn’t always seem to get on and he was a little confused because unless he dreamed it, Meshel had asked for him by name.
Meshel:
"Are you stalking me?" She looked at him slightly confused why would I? I like him though but that doesn’t mean that I’m going to follow him everywhere . She glanced around feeling a little awkward because of her feelings for him; but there wasn’t much to look at… I Hope he is okay. Meshel thought. "I’ll be fine…the stairs just like to show dominance every now and then,"
"They get tired of people walking all over them I guess…why are you down here? And if you say it’s because you’re hoping to catch me at a vulnerable moment, I can still open an inter-dimensional vortex under your feet," hmm that’s amusing… when he finished his sentence she gave a little giggle and a nod…
"I’m here because I want to see if you are okay!" Meshel replied. "Is your collar bone broken?" Meshel asked with a worried look. "Are you sure you will be fine?" Meshel asked. There was a pause in their conversation, hmm he got a nice body, hmm I should be worried because he could have broken something…
Meshel is worried, she hopes everything is okay… I hope those rotten boys get into trouble she fixed her skirt while thinking what to say. She looks at Porter for a minute, I wonder if he knows how I feel about him with that thought she looked away quickly. She is wondering if he would ever like her… Would he? He probably thinks I’m weird all ready she sat there pondering if she should say something instead of keeping quiet. She glanced around fixing her skirt again, she is feeling very nervous, I wonder if he is looking at my chest? Well he is a guy, but he isn’t like all guys though… Meshel sighed slightly in deep thought.
I wonder if it’s time to get back to class? she isn’t wearing her red and black skull watch on her so she doesn’t know! I want to stay here and get to know Porter a lot more to see if he might like me She glanced down at Porters bruise’s it looks better then she thought, what about his collar bone? Is that broken? she is a little irritated by how the other boy has treated him. They should get into trouble hmm maybe I should go tell the principle… she starts to wonder if she should help him out… "Are your bruises getting better?" she asked wondering a little…
"Why did they push you down the stairs?" she asked sounding concerned. I like you! wondering if he can read her mind… I hope he likes me… because I want to be with him... … I know it’s random that I walked in here to see him but I came here because I’m his friend and I like him! Maybe I should ask him out for lunch?? she sits there staring at Porter thinking if she should ask him out…. She touched his shoulder and asked, "Do you want to go out to lunch with me as friends?" quickly added "as friends…?"I hope he say’s yes…. she looks at him with hopeful eyes…
PORTER:
Well at least he scored a goal as far as amusement went, Porter wasn’t the greatest at holding conversations, people didn’t find his pessimistic nature easy to get along with, though some found it refreshing and some found it combatable with their own personalities… but those were few and far between. Even Porter’s sister found it stressful and difficult being around him and dealing with him constantly.
"I’m here because I want to see if you are okay!" Which again left Porter slightly confused, it wasn’t like they had spent a lot of time together and it wasn’t like he had managed to charm her, they spent half of what little time they had known each other throwing attitude at one another. "Is your collar bone broken?" Porter only just began to part his lips as he shook his head, about to tell her he was fine once more but the girl carried on with her questions. "Are you sure you will be fine?" An awkwardly confused look once again settled on Porter, he shifted himself uncomfortably, his face showing a flicker of pain from the discomfort of aches as he shifted. He already said he was fine, he’d just be repeating himself, it was rather embarrassing sitting here under the scrutiny of her occasional gaze, why was she so interested anyway? Uncertainty gripped him, a moment of Porter wondering if she was perhaps put up to this by someone else, or Meshel was trying to be friendly because she felt bad for him, girls were an odd sort of creature and you couldn’t always think of their actions in a logical light.
"Are your bruises getting better?" There she was repeating herself again, asking if he’d be ok once more, but how many times could he say he was fine? "Why did they push you down the stairs?"Wow… I know secrets travel fast in schools but that’s impressive… and annoying. Porter eyed the horse shifting mutant, looking away a moment later in a brief attempt to allow his surprise to fade back into a passive expression, trying to look as neutral on the matter as possible. Why do they do any of the stuff they do? Because they’re idiots. The bitter thought rolled through his head but other then that nothing more came to him as to why they’d do it… other then because he was born with an absurdly girly skin tone. "Do you want to go out to lunch with me as friends?" Pearl eyes turned to stare blankly at Meshel, even as she added swiftly, "as friends…?", if this was a cartoon Porter was sure his mouth would have dropped open wide…She’s…weird. Slowly his look turned more quizzical, his eyes looking over her petit form as if summing her up, and he was, as he seemed to do with every encounter he had with Meshel.
"…Are you bipolar or something?" He questioned, not with a harsh tone but looking almost bewildered by the barrage of questions, but he quickly rose his hand to keep her from replying, showing he took back the question and that it was perhaps a touch improper at that point, "No broken bones," He replied to one of her many questions, uneasily sitting up and guiding his arms into the holes of his shirt to pull it over his head, the bruised torso momentarily visible in a brief struggle as he hurried to put on the shirt, "And I’m fine, I don’t need a sympathetic shoulder to cry on either," He began, his voice becoming irritated and annoyed, a hint of anger flickering in the words, "They’re idiots, they don’t need a reason to do idiotic things," He was getting upset, he was hurt and it was one of the few occasions where Porter hadn’t even done anything to inflame the situation from bad to worse, he was just minding his own business for once! "So… what do you want," he began to continue, folding his toned arms across his chest, a tinge of discomfort showed briefly in his expression but it was ignored, "Or do you take everyone who gets tossed down the stairs out for lunch?" He didn’t want to seem rude and just brush her off, especially if she was trying to play nice with him, even if he wanted to be rid of her if Talia told Eliza about his behaviour then his sister would skin him alive, and an angry Eliza was definitely someone you wanted to avoid. So far she seemed sincere enough and for that he tried not to appear overly defensive and rude… it was difficult though because he couldn’t figure why she was here, unless she liked making friends with the school loses.
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Meshel: "Are you bipolar or something" the comment just washed over Meshel like leaves falling down from the tree in autumn breeze… "Me bipolar? No…" Meshel replied a little confused. Me bipolar never… why would I? I asked him out and he is asking if I’m bipolar… Meshel just looked at Porter oddly thinking how could he say she’s bipolar? "I don’t want anything… I just wanted to see if you are okay!" Meshel said with out any hesitation. Meshel is feeling hot headed because Porter doesn’t know how she really feels about him she really wants to tell him though… Should I? What would happen? she stands there wondering what should she say… she stares at Porter for a minute and takes a seat on the side of his bed.
I hope he likes me! If he doesn’t well that’s life… but I think I should to know about his feelings… she sat there thinking and looking into Porters pearl eyes… she is torn between telling him and not, should she or shouldn’t she… When he put his t-shirt on she had a glimpse of his purple torso and that got her thinking… WOW I would like to be those arms she glanced up and down his body…
she glanced around the room the other beds were empty part from the far corner near the window. She turned back to Porter thoughtfully, trying to distract her from her feelings and thoughts… she looked straight into Porters pearl eyes she wanted to say how much she likes him, but she couldn’t, she can’t what happens if he stops being her friend?
"But why would they be so cruel to you? You are like everyone else, what did they really say?" She asked… I think I shouldn’t have said that… he might get upset… I love the way he looks… she sat there looking into his pearl eyes thinking… his eyes are so wonderful, I love looking into his pearl eyes… she slightly nodded at that in agreement… she glanced at his body for a minute then glanced away… I hope that he will go out with me! Okay I’ll ask him… but if he shoots down the question with a bad statement or an insult well I’m out of here then…
"Um Porter… Can I ask you something?" she whispered it because she is so nervous… I hope he doesn’t say anything bad what I’m going to tell him… maybe he is still going to think me as still bipolar… she giggled at that thought then quickly looked away … She stood up and fixed her skirt then she sat back down looking around trying not to keep long eye contact…she looked back at Porter…
PORTER:
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"Me bipolar? No…" It seemed that his first comment hadn’t been shrugged off smoothly, he knew it wasn’t the best thing to say which was why he left it, obviously it had touched her cord, but then again, they seemed to often confuse the other with their random retaliations and mocking jests. "I don’t want anything… I just wanted to see if you are okay!" At about this time Eliza would be glaring at him, his foster father would be rolling his eyes in frustration and his foster mother would be sighing that sad little sigh she always did when Porter made things harder for himself and for those around him then it needed to be. It wasn’t like he was trying to be rude though, he just couldn’t figure out why she was there to see him, they didn’t know each other enough for him to expect it! And those he did hope would be there probably wouldn’t even figure he was even hurt till he got out and told them what had happened.
Again he felt awkward, maybe she was trying to be nice and he was just making it difficult for her, but he was a pessimistic kind of guy, people ought to expect that of him. What was he supposed to say? He’d already made it clear he was fine, so there wasn’t much more he could say to that… and he wasn’t sure how to reply to her request for lunch, he felt uncomfortable with the suggestion and yet wondered if his sister may clobber him for turning the offer down considering Meshel had gone out of her way to swing by and visit him… even if it did seem random. Porter was about to reluctantly mention he was fine with meeting up with her for lunch, inwardly plotting to drag his twin sibling along with him to keep things from getting overly weird… While trying to make sure he sounded relatively neutral on the agreement, and also planning on how to sway his sister or maybe even Arisa, or anyone else to tag along with him… Meshel took a seat on the side of his bed. It was something Arisa would do, it was something Eliza likely would do too, unless she was thoroughly annoyed with him… heck his foster mum would most likely sit with him too, but Meshel? It was out of the blue as Aria’s brother Connor strolling into the room and taking a seat there, it made Porter stare even more ill at ease with the unusual situation and confused on how he ought to react.
"But why would they be so cruel to you? You are like everyone else, what did they really say?"Like everyone else? The astonished stare continued as Porter listened to the other mutant, Sure, I’m exactly like everyone else, if you dropped a paint bucket on them, He paused at the thought, looking over towards Talia almost guiltily, she continued to remain focused on her papers at her desk in the far corner of the room, if she caught a whiff of his thoughts she didn’t let it on, but Porter heard from Arisa that Talia couldn’t always shut them out. I know I’m being stupid and touchy… but it’s different, Porter inwardly cringed, Ok, not really different, but… no one picks on Talia for her looks, she looks fine, she likes so exotic and that’s cool, And Porter wasn’t the only one, sure some found the fur and fangs weird, but not all of them did, perhaps it was Porter’s soft spot towards Talia, but he found it quite enticing. I’m sick of the things they say about me, I’m fed up of being singled out by those snob headed- Meshel’s voice cut through in mid thought, causing a distracted glance to be given to her, for a brief moment he had forgotten she had earlier asked a question, but as he struggled to recall it she asked another.
"Um Porter… Can I ask you something?" Tension Porter hadn’t even realized had built up was slowly released from his balled fists, the tights fist easing and relaxing. Meshel was staring at him, and for what felt like a long moment of thought on Porter’s part, he stared back. The expression on the male student’s features had a distant and uncertain look, as if there were more things on his mind that took the majority of his mental focus.
"I don’t know," He started, looking down at his hands as they rested idly on the now creased white sheet, "I don’t know why they say the things they say, I don’t know why they do the things they do, but it peeves me off so bad… it makes me so angry and I get so-" Violet hued hands began stressed once again, balling into fists as he closed his eyes, "-tired!" The clear eyes opened, a sigh came and Porter folded his arms across his chest, leaning back annoyed and frustrated, eyeing Meshel uncertainly before asking her the following question, "I didn’t do anything today, but for the first moment that my sister sees me she’s going to look at me as if I’m the biggest disappointment, she’s going to think I’ve just gone and started another fight," His eyes drifted to stare at the other side of the room, "You’re a girl, can’t you give any insight on why she’s so disappointed, she looks just like me, so she can’t be embarrassed by me for that…Maybe I should ask Arisa…" For a moment he seemed to be talking to himself, having trailed off before an annoyed look crossed his face, "But she’s always with his Royal Fishsticks, what she even sees in that guy, and that zombie thing she spends all her time with, I mean one look and you know he’s paedophile material," Porter ranted slightly, looking all the more annoyed and upset now.
Meshel: "You’re a girl, can’t you give any insight on why she’s so disappointed, she looks just like me, so she can’t be embarrassed by me for that" Meshel stared blankly at that comment… Arisa, who is she? He seems fond of her, I’m probably batter looking… Meshel narrowed her eyes at that thought… Royal Fishsticks? Who is he? Zombie thing, isn’t he a human vampire? Hmm I don’t know maybe I should stop thinking to my self and pay more thoughts of getting rid of Arisa! At that thought Meshel grinned to her self… "Why would your sister be disappointed in you? You are such a good guy…" Meshel said with ease…
I hope Porter will like me like he likes Arisa… well why wouldn’t he go out with me? Am probably better dressed better in everything… Meshel glared at that thought… Well if he doesn’t well I have to meet Arisa then… persuade her from not liking him so he can like me!!
"Do you like me?" she asked with a straggle but she said it very well… Well I wanted to ask him it just came out… I hope he doesn’t get more annoyed… she doesn’t want that because I want to ask him out… with that thought she nodded slightly… she looked into Porters pearl eyes for a couple of moments… then looked away…
Should I say how much I like his eyes? she sat there wondering… I wish I were in his arms… I have an urge to kiss him on the cheek… with that thought she smiled shyly to her self…
I wonder if I do kiss him on the cheek what would he do? Meshel’s cheeks went slightly red with that thought… Hmm should I shouldn’t I?? she asked her self…
"I like your eyes they suits you…" she got the confidence to tell him… I hope he likes that comment Meshel nodded to herself… now should I ask him out? she sits there her confidence rising… I wonder if he would shoot me down? Arisa oh my god does he have to keep talking about her? starting to get annoyed… She folded her arms across her chest with an annoyed look on her face… Wait am I jealous? Me jealous? Never, I’m annoyed though that he keeps talking about the fury dog… woof, woof to her… Meshel smiled slightly…
maybe I am jealous but hey, everyone gets jealous now and then. Right? Meshel unfolded her arms and fixed her skirt while thinking of how she is going to ask him out?… She looked back into Porters pearl eyes again… I can’t stop looking into his wonderful eyes… those lips probably never been kissed before, maybe I should be the first one… Meshel nodded at that thought…
She put a hand on his leg while she is looking into his eyes… I think this is a good chance to tell him how I feel about him… Meshel sat there looking slightly confused with herself… she is torn between telling him and not… which one, should I or shouldn’t I… Meshel sat there thinking….
"Porter I like you! I want to go out with you badly…" she sat there thinking if that was the right thing to do….
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"Why would your sister be disappointed in you? You are such a good guy…" The sincerity of the comment caught Porter off guard, sure there were people who would always try and say the right thing, even if it was rather off key as far as complete honesty went, but Meshel wasn’t one of those people bound by polite courtesy that friendship or family was known to give. Ok, so they were classmates, she was a girl, girls tend to be more into that sappy niceness then guys, who were too awkward with such things to be considered naturals, and they had a quieter sort of way, more of an assuring presence, instead of assuring words. Over the years Porter had given his quiet support to his sister, and mouth stringed together less then supportive structures for her to contend with, one of the few to see his softer sides had been Arisa, even if not to the extent that Porter longed to venture towards.
"Do you like me?" Surprise surged in Porter’s expression, his eyes staring at her slightly wider then before, what? The inter-dimensional powered mutant was assuming she referred to his less then thrilled reaction to her arrival… he assumed she was asking if he liked her as a person or not, if he minded her being around and showing support as the horse morphing mutant appeared to be doing today. Meshel’s birthday had come and gone and though Porter had gotten a verbal invite from one of the girls Meshel hanged around with he hadn’t really considered going until his sister suggested he swing by just to try and be social for once. He hadn’t stayed long, and spent most of his time more interested in talking to two or three of the guys in there that he knew somewhat.
What should he say? Honestly he wasn’t sure, she was really weird, I suppose she’s ok, but she has random mood swings… she is a random mood swing, she is a random everything, came the thought as he recalled previous headaches he got from trying to figure out what the girl was on about, their first encounter had been fiery and confusing and to this day Porter still had no idea as to what had the cause of their heated discussions… other then Porter’s frustration in his complete clueless ness as to what she was on about!
For a moment Porter was about to shrug it off, to make a light uncertain comment of ‘I don’t know, I guess,’ when he noticed the look in her gaze as Meshel seemed to wait for his reply, as if his reply was one of great interest for her, that her curiosity was ignited by more then just a random question. He’d seen the same look in his sister’s eyes at times when she asked him questions that Porter liked to refer to as ‘trick questions’, ones that seemed so easy to answer but held a hidden weight to them that the speaker was attempting to keep secret from him. Uncertain for the moment, his lips only slightly parted, enough to take in the soft inhale of breath as he prepared to reply, though it was as if his sister’s words from time long passed came to momentarily still his thoughts, Don’t always be so callous and unthinking! It wasn’t that he wanted to appear callous and unthinking, it was more that Porter had a tendency to say what was on his mind, and often that wasn’t the greatest thing, even if it was honest.
"I like your eyes they suits you…" the magenta coloured face seemed to tilt in bafflement, what was she…is she flirting with me?! Was this some sort of really really really weird joke? His eyes drifted toward the doorway to the hall off on distant side of the medical lab, as if almost willing someone, anyone, to walk in with arms pointing and wicked smiles flickering across their faces in laughing mockery. She’s insane, came the thought with a calming notion, a reckless hope that clung to the thought that this highly awkward situation was anything but what it appeared to be. My eyes suit me? That’s great, hallow and empty, empty nothingness that resides in my eyes seem to suit me, that’s nice, The bitter thought helped detour thoughts of confusion, though not for long, not long enough to relieve the awkwardness that bled from this moment… and that only grew all the more serious as a small hand rested against his leg.
"Porter I like you! I want to go out with you badly…" At that comment the flood gates gave way and Porter openly creaked under the pressure, his sense of confusion evident and strong, "Whoa, what? Why?" It wasn’t like he meant to sound offensive but as hands rose slightly in a defensive manner, his astonishment may have looked as such, "You can’t be…-"[\b] serious he thought, but the word got caught in his thought, "…-you don’t know the words spilled out, anxious and yet attempting to keep his tone levelled and smooth, there was so much more he wanted to say, so much more he felt he had to say, and yet nothing more made sense, he didn’t want to be rude, but he didn’t know how to react either. Girls were touchy, he knew that, but this one was almost explosive, the wrong thing and an argument would start up in MedLab and they’d both get thrown out. Then again, he didn’t want to upset her, like many guys Porter felt helpless and guilty at the sight of a girl in tears, but what did she want from him? She’s convinced he’s a good guy, but how does she know, they barely spent any times together and what they did was strenuous at best of times!
Meshel: Well that was random, not a response I was looking for but it will do, Meshel sighed slightly… " I am serious, I like you! I know I don’t know you but we can get to know each other… " Meshel replied to Porters confused comment… Meshel just sat there her confidence rising with every minute passing… Well I hope he says yes to go out with me… because I want to be in his arms… she smiled shyly at Porter waiting for his reply… if he is thinking about Arisa!! I swear she will be gone… Meshel slightly nodded… her hand still on his leg, she moved up a little, maybe if I kiss him on his cheek… Meshel smiled shyly to that thought…
She has an urge to hug him and kiss him in his cheek… hmm should I or shouldn’t I?? should she? Shouldn’t she? That’s the question… she shifted slightly in her spot trying not to show that she is starting to get a little shy and uncomfortable…
me shy? Never… well I like him though… so I don’t know… Meshel sat there thinking what to say next… "Porter…" Meshel started saying something but the words got stuck in her throat… she finally got the rest of her sentence out "Do you want to go out with me?" she asked getting uncomfortable… she looked around the person in the far bed is started to move slightly… Hmm why is he in here? Meshel asked her self trying to think of something else…
hmm I don’t know what to say… I hope he doesn’t get offended to what I’m saying… Meshel sat there trying to think what to say to Porter…
"Because I like you Porter… even if you don’t like me I want you to know… Meshel said… Why? What do you think Porter? If I didn’t have a crush on you I would wait before all my classes were all over… Meshel sat there with a look of why are you asking me questions while I’m telling you how I feel… I should send my mum and dad a letter… I haven’t sent them anything… Meshel sat there trying to distract her from her thoughts of Porter… Meshel looked around trying not to catch Porter’s eye…
Maybe I should keep eye contact… she turned to look at Porter… Those lips look so tempting! But I shouldn’t it won’t be correct and any ways he likes ARISA… With that last thought about Arisa she got really got really jealous…
Why am I getting jealous? I never got jealous before! Is it natural? Is it Normal to be jealous? she asked herself… she stared at Porters pearl eyes…
I still love looking into his eyes… Meshel said that to herself looking into Porters eyes… Meshel always loved the way Porters eyes look…
Hmm I really want to kiss him… but that will be odd though… Meshel doesn’t know what to do…
"How about we go out for lunch tomorrow?" Meshel sat there waiting for his reply…
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A glimpse of a faint smile tugged at the corners of Meshel’s lips, a shy and yet mysterious curve that hinted to thoughts caressing the girls mind, and thoughts Porter wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know just yet. There was a sense of buoyancy to her now, an assurance to her that hinted that once an awkward subject was breached she was able to plough forward and get it over with in rising confidence, something most people lacked. Usually if it started awkward, it had a tendency to stay awkward, especially if the recipient was as startled and thrown as Porter had been. That was a positive one could say in her personality, she could get through awkward or difficult conversations with an air of resilience that for most would flounder uneasily the further into the topic they got… Then again, it always warned that there could be awkward conversations, like this one for example, that drive onwards even if Porter wished for an end to them, a sudden relief to spare him from any further discomfort.
"Porter…" He looked dazed in his uncertainty, glancing from Talia’s hunched form over at her desk to the other in med bay, to the windows which spilled in their stream of light and then back towards Meshel. Is this how a road kill feels in front of oncoming headlights? He mused with a touch of sarcasm, though offered an awkward half hearted look of attentiveness, she was trying to be serious and he didn’t want to appear as callous and unthinking as his sister once had stated her twin as being… causing Porter a silent and unspoken hurt. "Do you want to go out with me?"How do I know? She’s a migraine with legs, I don’t know… she’s alright I guess but… It wasn’t like Porter had girls running to him, and usually the few girlfriends he had only ever saw him while he was wearing his holo-emitter. The last one got annoyed at his discomfort, as most of the others before, few as there had been, and Eliza would never really consider them girlfriends… not considering the so short a time he was with them, the longest being two weeks with a girl from outside the school, a girl that never new the real face behind the illusion of the device Porter often wore.
"Because I like you Porter… even if you don’t like me I want you to know…" It was difficult to think, whatever he thought, Porter had to admit that she sounded honest, and if she did have a thing for him, however misguided the magenta skinned youth considered it, then he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by being too harsh. It was easy to say that he hadn’t been put into this position before, most of the time Porter was introduced as a blue eyed and blond haired youth, not a random choice but one most likely due to his father’s appearance. Everyone thought his father was handsome, powerful and strong, and he was, Porter’s real father was, but the real man who shared parentage with Porter’s birth mother were both of another world, another reality, each one misplaced from their home reality and lost drifting between other worlds they did not belong to. The Blink of this dimension died years ago, but she had died heroically, and the man that was the mirror image of his father was unknowingly still alive, unknowing to the twins that was. The X-men who knew, the ones who had watched Porter and Eliza grow, they kept the knowledge of their father silent, a man hunted by authorities, a betrayer, a shameful shadow of the great man that was indeed their true father.
"How about we go out for lunch tomorrow?" It seemed like so innocent a suggestion, like so casual and simple a question, but Porter stared still uneasily, his thoughts rushing. It can’t hurt I guess, it’s easier then just brushing her off, but what if it backfired? What if she turned into a total wacko? But what if she turned out ok enough? But what about…Arisa only just returned to the school, and while Porter wasn’t sure he’d win the reluctant feral over, he knew now was his only chance to get his foot in the door as far as letting her know how he felt… It’s only lunch, came the thought, it’s not like that’s the end of all things, it’s one lunch, for now he thought so heavily on the one request for lunch that he didn’t consider it could be leading her on with the hope of more to come. Then again, Porter was the kind of guy that took things one step at a time, he was never one for thinking too far ahead, every encounter was one step at a time, one arrangement, a plan to meet, nothing more.
"Ok… sure, lunch.. I can do that," He nodded slightly, staring at her hand nervously, his own reaching out to pick hers up, tense enough to be noticed that he wasn’t all that comfortable, "Tomorrow at lunch we’ll catch up," he petted her hand slightly and placed it down on the bed covers beside him, pulling his legs up so that his knees bent and toned arms wrapped around them in an effort to offer himself a sense of comfort, "Though if you hang around here too long then you just might get a detention for missing class," He just assumed she had a sixth period, most students did, at least from what Porter noticed…great, now I look as if I’m throwing her out… ok… maybe I am a little, but… I can feel a migraine coming on, all this … is weird, a violet hand moved to allow fingers to pinch the ridge of his nose, to show the stress the confusion was having on him, it wasn’t often he had girls talking to him about how they felt, usually he had girls like Arisa avoiding how she felt and girls like his sister telling him off for how he made her feel… this was a whole new world of… something else just as stressful… not that it had to be a bad sort of stressful… he supposed it had a chance of not being as bad as the pessimistic side of the youth had a tendency to lean towards.
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When Porter touched her hand she felt her cheeks go red and she quickly looking away… Should I ask him If we can go out? Meshel ask herself… " if you hang around here too long then you just might get a detention for missing class ""I don’t have 6th period I got it spare…." Meshel replied… Well I do have 6th period free so I can be with you Porter…Hmm would he ever go out with me? Meshel thought to herself… "thanks for accepting my lunch offer" Meshel said nodding at him… She looked around the guy in the far bed has started to move lightly, she started wondering about him instead of her feelings for Porter… Hmm he probably doesn’t like me… I will be happy if he does… Meshel nodded slightly at that thought…
I’m glad that he said yes for lunch… what should I say? What should we talk about tomorrow? So, if tomorrow goes to plan, then I will ask him out again though but maybe I will have more chance… I hope he says yes to dating me… Arisa can go jump because I am so better then her… what does he sees in her? Why doesn’t like me? Will I be happy if Porter doesn’t go out with me? Meshel asked herself questions about tomorrow…
Meshel trended back to Porter and looked him in his pearl eyes… Well there is nothing wrong the way he looks… he looks wonderful I know he will disagree but that’s the way I think!! Everyone that teases him is wrong… I am going to be his girl but I don’t know when… oh well I just have to wait and see what happens tomorrow… Meshel thought while looking into Porters pearl eyes, she moved her hand towards his hand and she placed her hand on his…
I hope he doesn’t move his hand… I like his hand it’s so soft… I wonder what he uses to keep it so soft… Why would those guys tease him, maybe they are jealous of him because he looks so good? Meshel still looked at Porter her hand still on his…
Yea they are so jealous of him… Now they are going to be jealous of us… I hope Arisa will be jealous of us… she doesn’t deserve him he is special kind of guy and he needs someone like me… I don’t care if he calls me bipolar because I’ll just shrug to his comment of me being bipolar… Meshel giggled quietly to herself…
Well let’s see what happens tomorrow, it’s going to take time though… Meshel thought… "Porter are you bringing anyone else to our lunch date? " Meshel asked patting his hand… Well that’s a good question to ask! I hope he doesn’t bring anyone else Tiger and Katie wont be there…. Meshel thought… She held his hand, maybe this is a good chance to kiss him on his cheek… With that thought she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek…
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"I don’t have 5th period I got it spare…." Awkwardly Porter wondered if that meant that she intended on staying longer… like the entire sixth period maybe…Oh my god… Eliza, please… let us have a hidden mutant ability like telepathy, come to me, come here sis, you can do it, The thought, which Porter put down to a moment of insanity, echoed silently into his mind, but Eliza’s thoughts didn’t come in reply, he was alone, alone in a room with a strange girl that was trying so hard to be nice, and was managing to freak Porter out slightly in the process. "thanks for accepting my lunch offer" A nod was given in reply, almost numb, yes, he had said he’d go to lunch, he could do that, he’s survived running into all sorts of people during lunch, at least the hall offered so many distractions.
Maybe Meshel was getting bored, she too kept looking off around the room, which meant maybe she’d not linger around for much longer and Porter could sit back and soak it all in. This was most definitely a confusing girl… at the moment she seemed fine enough, but… She’s pretty, it’s not like I’m not flattered if she’s actually wanting to spend time with me… Porter stared back at the girl as she seemed to studied the clear eyes, lacking that of any visible pupil or iris, …but she’s really weird, like… split personality weird, Yes, that’s how he could describe her to Eliza, one minute Meshel was half way decent, the next she was freaking out over some irrelevant thing that made no sense.
Quickly his eyes dropped as the violet flesh of his hand felt a warmth rest over it, Meshel’s hand seemed to have placed its self atop his own and suddenly Porter felt very tired and very drained, as well as rather unsure and hesitant. Nervously Porter looked back up, her eyes were on his face still, and he felt like a caged animal on display, it seemed silly to think but this all felt like a sudden pressure and Porter wasn’t sure how to react without seeming rude or offensive. Freaking out and running panicked from the room as if a girl before has never touched him may lean towards appearing rude, and pulling away as if Meshel carried an ancient plague would definitely lean towards offensive, so instead Porter froze.
"Porter are you bringing anyone else to our lunch date? "Lunch date? It sounded ominous, as if one of the elder X-men were asking him to suit up and head out to the far south, with only his X-men’s uniform to keep him warm and barely a scrap of food given to last a month in the barren wasteland of ice and chill. Looking slightly edgy, Porter was just about to drudge up the nerve to speak when suddenly the girls form was leaning towards him, he turned his head slightly wondering if she was leaning to get a better look, nothing was there but when he turned his face back there were lips pressed lightly against his cheek. The chill of the fantasised wasteland suddenly seemed bone deep, a twisting gnawing sensation in his stomach. He coughed slightly, begging for the excuse to turn his face away, covering his mouth with a lightly clenched fist.
"Lunch date?" The reply came as if her comment rang inside his head, a quizzical tone that seemed have chocked on the words which stuck in his throat, "I don’t know," He sounded timid, "Why, who are you bringing?" Both of Porter’s hands pulled towards his stomach, fidgeting with his shirt apprehensively, then tugging the thin blanket further about his waist as he sat clumsily, or at least that’s how it appeared. He suddenly felt like a very young child, unsure how to handle the very simplest of situation.
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Meshel kind of looked kind of confused for a moment then replied "It’s not really a date though… I just called it a date… " I wish it was a real date though… I wish I were his girlfriend as well… Meshel thought… Meshel still looked at Porter… His eyes gleamed in the sun coming into the room from the little window on the other side of the room. WOW, his eyes look wonderful! Should I stop staring at him? I just love to look into those eyes because they are so wonderful… thought Meshel still looking into Porters eyes. Meshel finally glanced in the far corner, the guy has moved a little onto his side to face the wall, she then faced Porter again…
Well so if he doesn’t bring anyone then we can chat privately! I hope he doesn’t though but he might… Meshel sat there thinking but still looking at Porter… she looked down turning her head slightly to the left then the right trying to get the best view of his chest though his top is on. "I’m not bringing anyone Porter, I was just asking because we can have a private chat," Meshel replied…
His chest is still good with his top on… she nodded slightly… she glanced around to see if anyone was watching but there was only one person there but he was a sleep… now I want to kiss him on the lips… with that thought she blushed slightly, her cheeks slightly going a reddish colour.
Maybe I’ll leave it with a kiss on the cheek… Meshel thought other wise… "I wish I had your eyes, they look so cool… " Meshel random comment… okay that was random… I should stop doing random comments here and there… Meshel sat there thinking.
He probably wont like me doing random comments… Meshel shifted her weight slightly getting a little uncomfortable siting in one spot… what should I do if he does bring someone tomorrow? Meshel sat there looking at Porter thinking about tomorrow…
its probably getting late I might be late for class… Night crawler will be upset Meshel glanced around for a clock but there was none… She looked back Porter wondering if he is slightly getting freaked out while she looks at him…
He has a good body and good eyes... Meshel thought… she moved her hand towards his hand again, I hope that he doesn’t move it again… Meshel thought for a little while about her feelings for him and the “date” tomorrow… I love him, but he “loves” Alisa… REALLY what does he see in her? Meshel ranted to herself about Arisa…
She doesn’t sound right though… What does she have that I don’t? What she is probably a little older then me but so… I’m around Porters age though!! Meshel looked away from Porter and narrowed eyes and glared at a spot on the other side of the room… Arisa this Arisa that, he is like absest with her… really I want to know what does she have that I don’t have? Oh my god I can sense that he is thinking about her… what’s with her? Its like she is a queen to him… Hey I’ll use her as a slave when I get out of school… Yea she can clean everything toilet, barthroom, kitchen, spot cleaning, clean the gutters… everything from top to bottom Meshel looked back at Porter…
"Who is Arisa? Do you really like her? I’m not trying to be rude I just want to start a conversation with you… " Meshel asked…
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"It’s not really a date though… I just called it a date… " It helped, it didn’t feel so serious any more, and while Porter still felt the ghostly warmth of Meshel’s lips against his cheek he stubbornly stared down at the fabric of the bed. Part of Porter wondered if she realized how invading it was having her there, the way she acted, the way she almost made it seem he had no choice but to go along with her, for a moment Porter wondered if he’d ever felt so trapped before. "I’m not bringing anyone Porter, I was just asking because we can have a private chat," At least Meshel wasn’t bringing those giggling goons of hers, though the term ‘private chat’ was slightly worrisome, what did she have in mind to talk privately about?
"I wish I had your eyes, they look so cool…"My eyes? At this, Porter glanced up, she was still staring at him, watching him with those unsettlingly prying eyes, leaving him feeling as if he was barrowed into. A weak smile came though, strangely timid, no one’s commented on wishing to have eyes like him before… For a moment he watched back, but she stared, she stared so hard at him and Porter just wanted to slink away, if her sincerity made it difficult for Porter to know if it made him more or less comfortable with her presence. There was a silence now, an awkward one but a welcomed one nonetheless, and part of the magenta fleshed mutant wondered if it might spur her to leave sooner now that she had little more to say.
"Who is Arisa? Do you really like her? I’m not trying to be rude I just want to start a conversation with you…" It came abruptly, the question, the tone of voice, Porter eyed Meshel for a moment, it was probably the most difficult question she had thus far asked, and what right was it of her to ask anyway! "Arisa..?" he replied with a gloomy slouch as he leaned awkwardly back down to lay his back against the pillows, "I grew up with her," it was an evasion to the question Meshel had actually asked, but so smoothly done he half hoped it’d be overlooked, "I’ve known her forever," The Pearl eyes drifted to the window, staring out and slowly shutting himself away from any further questions regarding what he felt towards Arisa… "If you get detention for skipping class listening to my life story, you’ll be sitting with snotty nosed students dodging spit-balls instead of sitting in the hall lunching with me tomorrow," Turning his face back towards Meshel, his hand touched lightly the bruised sore on his eyebrow that had split open slightly from the force of his head striking the step. It was still tender, but he knew that, it throbbed lightly, numbly, while his ankle irritated… getting up and walking out wasn’t an option, limping out wasn’t an option, not when the inter-dimensional portal summoner knew he could leave tonight with the discomfort almost entirely gone.
"But thanks for coming," he finished, perhaps too quickly, but an awkward smile was given to try and lighten the attempted farewell as best as possible all things considering…
Meshel: At least he said thanks for coming… Meshel looked around but she wondered what would happen tomorrow? So he knows Arisa from when he was little… but still I am probably better! And he won’t get teased because I’ll be there… And he won’t be pushed down the stairs again!! So, she is probably a little smarter then me, so what… Meshel looked back at Porter.
"Porter, what should we talk about tomorrow? " Meshel’s question came from her mouth without her knowing it… It’s a question though… he won’t get offended at that, won’t he? Meshel sat there thinking… Meshel turned back at Porter and looked into his pearl eyes…
I still love his eyes… they are so unique not everyone has pearl eyes… Meshel’s thought brought her back to the med bay she was daydreaming about Porters eyes… "Porter were you born with pearl eyes, they are so wonderful…" Meshel keeps commenting on the way his eyes look…
His body is good as well, but I couldn’t say anything about that he would get kind of upset at me and then I have to leave, because he will probably start a argument with me and I don’t want to fight with him I like being around him! Meshel nodded slightly and looked away.
Meshel looked to the corner were the guy was sleeping now he was sitting up having a drink… she shook her head wondering what is he doing here… she turned back to Porter, Porter’s eyes still gleaming in the afternoon sun looking wonderful then ever.
Maybe it is best if I don’t keep asking him out all the time… because he will get upset… Meshel nodded slightly at that thought.
Meshel fixed her skirt and she tied her hair back into a ponytail… I wonder if he is watching me? when Meshel finished fixing her hair she turned back to Porter… If we do go out, like more then friends I will take good care of him… And if he gets teased I’ll help him to go to the med bay to be seen by the nurse, I hope he likes me! Meshel was thinking about her feelings when someone came in, it was Tiger. "Meshel, maybe you should let Porter rest we know you have feelings for him but you need to go to Drama Night crawler won’t be imprest if you are late…" Tiger said… "Okay Tiger I’ll be there soon I’ll just say good-bye to Porter…" Meshel replied and Tiger left the room, Meshel turned back to Porter.
"Well I have to get to class though, if you are here when I finish my class I’ll come back okay Porter?" Meshel said but stayed sitting. I’ll stay for a little while longer though but Night Crawler won’t mind if I come a little late I’ll just tell him that I was in the bed bay seeing one of my friends that got hurt at lunch time…
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All he had to do was sit there, just wait and soon enough she’ll get up and walk off, she had to, she had class. "Porter, what should we talk about tomorrow?" He felt desperate, maybe she wasn’t going to leave, and maybe she’d just stay for the rest of the day, forcing conversation till he bent to her every will! I don’t know! He wasn’t thinking about tomorrow, he was thinking about today, about how desperately he wanted to be alone, to have nothing to challenge his thoughts, nothing to force him to think… The white gaze stared desperately over towards Talia, Stupid, of course! Talia! But she wasn’t there, her seat was turned slightly at her desk, she must have gotten up and left to see to something, maybe she’d be back soon… she wasn’t allowed to leave without reason and have no one left in the med bay, Porter knew that from his period helping around Med Bay as a form of detention for a week. All Porter could do in reply was shrug his shoulders slightly to her comment, if she noticed it or not he wasn’t paying enough attention, his fingers stopped their fiddling of the fabric, though remained resting against his lower stomach, and his eyes focused intently on his hands.
"Porter were you born with pearl eyes, they are so wonderful!" Maybe she wanted something from him… so she figured if she freaked him out enough or made him suspicious enough he’d be willing to give anything just to have her go away… Yes, that had to be it, she was doing all this intentionally… it’s the only explanation he could come up with. Of course I was born with them, what kind of question is that? What, she thinks it’s possible I just went out and had them surgically replaced with my original eyeballs? The annoyance wasn’t spoken, but Porter took a moment to think how to reply without snapping back indignantly, before he could calm his reply down enough she another girl had entered and hope sparked at the recognition of the Meshel’s friend, wondering if they’d drag her off with them.
"Meshel, maybe you should let Porter rest we know you have feelings for him but you need to go to Drama Night crawler won’t be impressed if you are late…" Without realizing Porter had slightly nodded his agreement, "Okay Tiger I’ll be there soon I’ll just say good-bye to Porter…"No, no don’t leave her, she’ll get distracted and never go, But Porter’s pleas went unheard as the girl they nicked name Tiger left, Porter could feel the air sighing out of his lungs. "Well I have to get to class though, if you are here when I finish my class I’ll come back okay Porter? " It was like a threat, one meant to corner him, but Porter wouldn’t let her see, he smiled meekly at her comment, she was leaving now, he waited, knowing she was meant to leave… but Meshel didn’t move, her body remained stationed to the bed.
"Ok," The magenta arms crossed across his chest, "Bye," One hand rose slightly from where it rested as his arms lay folded across him, a gesture of farewell, then rested back down in place comfortably. The smile was strained, but kept, they were all playing with him, they were all just trying to make him feel uncomfortable… just because they were succeeding didn’t mean he was going to let them see it.
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Meshel looked at him kind of confused then realised what he was saying… She got up but bent a little and kissed him on the cheek again and went to the door and turned towards him and said "Bye Porter… Please consider on going out with me please!" and with that she left and closed the door behind her…
"well how was that Meshel?" Katie asked… "Well I got a lunch date with him!" Meshel replied with a big smile across her face… "WOW a date are you to going out?" Asked Tiger with a cheeky smile creeping across her face. "No, but I wish though you two know that! I just call it a date…" Meshel replied leaving the med bay Tiger and Katie right behind her. "But you did ask him out though?" Asked Tiger and Katie together. "Yes… but he didn’t say yes or no!" Meshel sighed looking around were to go…
Meshel turned left went up a flight of stairs and then turned to her friends, "I will ask him tomorrow" Meshel said then she turned around… Katie and Tiger looked at each other then followed her up the corridor.
Meshel feels nervous and excited at the same time, about tomorrow… She is wondering what to wear… Well I can wear my black and red dress with pure black leather with little skulls on it or long black pants with red along the sides with black runners with red lines on it… a lot to chose from but don’t know what to wear I will look when I get up… Meshel looks around to her friends they were talking to themselves whispering… "Now were should we go?" Meshel asked Tiger and Katie they turned there heads towards her in confusion then nodded slightly.
"Don’t know Meshel we never been to this class before remember?" Katie replied… Meshel turned on her heel to face her to friends they are still looking confused "Fine! I just don’t like you two whispering behind my back, its not nice! " Meshel shot back getting angry at her friends…
"Meshel, we were only talking about Katie’s mum she fell over! Katie got a letter this morning…" Tiger replied her cheeks slightly going red… "Katie sorry about your mum but do not ever talk behind my back its not nice…" Meshel said then turned back around and kept on walking. Katie and Tiger looked at each other but they kept walking behind Meshel.
I should send a letter to my mum… I’ll do it when I get into class… Meshel thought. She turned a corner and knocked on the first door on her right, there was a shuffle of papers then a voice said ‘Come in’ and Meshel opened the door Night crawler was sitting at his desk, he looked up when she saw Meshel he just nodded a hello to the three of them. Meshel went to her desk sat down her friends sat down with her, Meshel got out a pen and paper and she started to write:
Dear Mom and Dad,
How are you both? I’m doing well with my studies. I got to best friends there names are Tiger and Katie, they are good friends… yes mum I got a crush on someone… He is tall pearl eyes and a light shade of purple! Don’t worry mum there is nothing to worry about he is harmless he won’t hurt me!! Hows your work? Is dad well? I had a feeling that he wasn’t well! Hope you are well, hows everyone going over there? Sorry that I haven’t sent a letter earlier but I’ve been busy lately, my birthday was really good a lot of people came, the music was wonderful and the presents were good! I got this really cool black dress… the cake was In a shape of a vampire with blood dripping down his fangs!
Well my class is about to start, I’ll try and call if I have time,
From your loving Daughter Meshel…
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Finally the girl stood, though leaned forwards again to let her lips touch his cheek, stiffness in Porter’s body seemed to refuse to allow him to duck out the way. She moved away then, and Porter watched as the student made her way out, watched just to make sure she didn’t turn around and distract herself, didn’t pause to ask another question… Breath caught in his throat as she did stop, as if she heard his thoughts and heard his worries, and stopped solely to irk him all the more.
"Bye Porter… Please consider on going out with me please!" The words weren’t really given much attention, so caught up in waiting for her to leave, Porter pulled the covers back slightly when Meshel was out of sight. Waiting a moment more, they were then shoved side, his legs swinging out off the bed and his sore arms pushing him off. "Eliza was right," he muttered, "This is payback for my intolerance towards all those stupid, arrogant, obnoxious-" The inter-dimensional traveller paused as movement was heard, but after a moment of anxious waiting it didn’t turn out to be Meshel returning. A breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding slipped out in relief. "Why are all the cute ones so mental?" Resting here wasn’t possible, not right now, he’ll come back later tonight, if Talia or Beast complained he’d try and explain things… or maybe he should lie a little… it might be more believable… or at least lot less embarrassing for Porter anyway.
Quietly the magenta skinned mutant limped his way to the doors, pausing as they slid open for him, pearl eyes peering left and right, not knowing which way was Meshel’s choice, he decided to risk going the longer way around. He’d go slowly anyway, and maybe…God, what if I’m not here and she decides to go to my dorm room? It won’t be hard to find out I’m on Gen X, she’d manage to find me quickly then… It made the idea of going back to his room feel unsafe, even if she thought she was doing the nice thing by checking up on him, which made it all the more difficult to react to! Where else could he go? It wasn’t like he could go to his sister’s room… she lived in the same dorm as him! Maybe I could see Arisa? Yes, that was possible, that was really the only other option he could think of… He’d go to her family’s apartment and see if he could hide out there… Yes, that was it, he’d go Logan’s place, call his sister from there at some point and mention what was going on, then return here later. All Porter had to hope for was that Arisa could be there to welcome him… heck, at this point, he’d even be eager for Connor to be there to welcome him, regardless of how tough a welcoming it would be. Though, if he doesn’t remember much, maybe he won’t remember how against he was of the thought that I might try to defile his sister… It was annoying, and yet Porter couldn’t say his relationship with Arisa was completely innocent, sure at this point was, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t hopeful for something more.
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