Rhydian's Room
The room is kept in a very neat order. Everything has it's proper place and everything always, ALWAYS, makes it's way back to that place. Whether or not Rhydian actually places it there himself. Just about everything in the room has been brought to life everyday since he moved in. You won't find an alarm clock here because when it's time to awaken, the bed simply spills him onto the floor.
Rhydian was panting for breath when he shut the door. He really had to hustle to make sure that he'd get here before her. He just
knew that Junior had told her as soon as he walked in. He quickly ordered his clothes to hide themselves, and for everything else to straighten up. She'd be here in a minute or two, he was sure of it.
It was closer to five or six, but he had time to get everything sorted.
Waya hadn't really spoken to Rhydian since that morning after they'd gotten back from the Mojoverse. She knocked when she got there, knowing Rhydian was inside.
Rhydian panicked for a moment when he heard the knock. He knew she was coming, but still she'd managed to startle him. He quickly shoved the last remnants of his non-existent clutter under the bed and opened the door. "Hey."
"Junior said you wanted me?"
Waya asked, poorly choosing her words.
Rhydian couldn't help but blush at her choice of words. "Yeah... I wanted to give you your present in private... Is that alright?"
"Present?" She asked. "What pre-" She'd forgotten her own birthday and he saw it dawn in her eyes. "I thought it was next week... I didn't realize it was so close..."
"Really? It's kinda today, Waya..." He said looking at her skeptically, how does someone forget their own birthday?
"I lost track of the date is all..." She said, looking as if she felt foolish for having forgotten her birthday. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.
He gestured to the neatly made bed or the desk chair. "Why don't you sit, get comfortable. What's the saying...mi casa es tu casa?" He turned and headed for the closet where he'd stowed her gift.
"I'll stand." She said, stepping into the room. She didn't want him getting the idea that accepting his hospitality meant she was open to the relationship he was obviously interested in.
He shrugged, "Suit yourself." He rummaged around the closet, mainly for effect. Not even his closet was in disarray. "I don't know if it's a good gift or not...but I hope you like it." He said as he brought the box out to her. It was wrapped in dark blue paper with a black bow.
She smirked when she saw the paper. "You didn't have to get me anything Rhydian."
"You said that at Christmas too." He pointed out with a smile. He loved seeing her smile like that. "I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to."
"What is it?" She asked, not yet moving to open it.
"Why don't you open it and find out?" He asked in return, setting it down on the bed before her.
She sighed and put the box on his desk chair instead of sitting to open it. She took off the ribbon and sliced through the tape with her nails. "You always put too much tape on these-" She stopped, seeing the image of the vintage style turntable on the box. She looked up at him and he could see the surprise in her eyes. "Rhydian..." She didn't know how to react.
He smiled when he saw the shock on her face. "I..I know it's kinda old school... But I..I figured you'd enjoy it." He helped her get the rest of the wrapping paper off and tossed it into his trash can. "It'll play all size vinyls."
"Rhydian I... I can't accept this." For one thing it was far too personal.
"This is why I wanted to do this in private..." He said softly and looked at her as he sat down on his bed. "I knew you were going to freak out about it..."
"I'm not freaking out." She said, standing upright. "This was expensive. It's too much..."
"Sounds like you're freaking out..." He said quietly. He looked down at his feet. "It wasn't
that expensive..." He said in his own defense. It wasn't as if it was still in the box or anything. "I found it at a flea market." He admitted to her, she was right though, at least a little. It was expensive to get fixed up.
"Rhydian..." She sat down on the bed next to him. "Would you have gotten me this if you didn't... if you didn't like me? Or would I have gotten something else? Something a lot less personal?"
"I'm not trying to impress you or anything Waya, honest." He said, actually a little hurt that that's where she was jumping. "I saw it and I remembered your dad's collection..." He grimaced a little, hoping mentioning him wouldn't hurt her too bad. He didn't want her to have a breakdown on her birthday.
She looked away from him at the mention of her father. If anyone was a daddy's girl, it was Waya. "So this... isn't an attempt to show me how good you are for me? How thoughtful you are? What a good boyfriend you'd make?"
"Waya..." He said softly, his face burning bright red from embarrassment. "You know how I feel... But I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, you should know that." He looked down at his feet and shuffled them back and forth a bit. "This wasn't a show for you..."
She searched his face and couldn't help but search the top of his mind too. He was telling the truth. "Alright." She said, looking away again. "I believe you..."
"Good." He said with a grin. He looked at the record player and then back at her. "Silly question, but do you know how to run it?" He figured she would've, her dad wouldn't have a record collection if he couldn't play the things somewhere.
She smirked. "What do you think?"
"
I think we should go and try it out." He said with a warm smile. He hoped that she'd agree.
"You've not heard it play?" She asked, finding it odd that he would go through so much work without ever playing it.
"I didn't say that." He said with a smirk. "You think I'd give you a gift that didn't work?"
She smiled a little. "We'll have to go to Mom and Dad's room..." She said, not looking very happy about it. "That's where Dad's collection is..."
He smiled warmly and held out a hand to her. "As long as you won't mind it."
"I've not been in there in a long time... I don't know how I'll feel about it..."
He glanced down at his hand, she was kind of leaving him hanging out there. "At least this time, you won't have to face it alone."
Waya looked at Rhydian's hand and he could see both the option of taking his hand and going to her parents room weighed on her. Finally she took his hand and decided teleportation was the best option. She let the shadows envelop them and when they faded, they stood in the center of her parent's room. She breathed a hard sigh and tried not to look at anything. "They're in the closet... In a file box."
The journey through the shadows always left him shivering. He couldn't help but wonder if that was why she was so cold to the touch. He glanced down at her hand and then smiled. "I'll get 'em. You alright?" He asked softly.
"I'm ok..." She said, finally letting her eyes drift up. For some reason her gaze traveled to the bed. She used to never wonder why it was covered in scratches, but when she got older they began making the bed to hide them. The bed was disheveled now, left the way it had been when the call had beckoned them into the city with the team. She could see the scratches and imagine her parents jumping up and her father whisking them both away in shadow to the locker room to prepare... She looked away from the bed. They'd not even had a chance to say goodbye.
He squeezed her hand gently and released it. He headed over to the closet, careful not to disturb anything. This room was basically a shrine to her parents. To disturb something...it wouldn't do well at all.
Shrine wasn't the right word for it. Memorial seemed more like it, but if they came back, if Liz found the right gateway to wherever they were, their room would be just as they left it. Just like Logan's and just like Scott and Jean's. Unable to stand there, smelling old faded scents and looking at the bed she'd been conceived in. She turned away from it and joined Rhydian at the closet door.
Rhydian's hands closed around the file box and he pulled it out slowly. He glanced over his shoulder at her. "Got a favorite one you want to hear?"
"Just grab the whole thing." She said, placing her hand on his shoulder, preparing to teleport them out of here.
"As you wish." He said softly. He sighed quietly as he felt her hand upon his shoulder. He knew the chill of the shadow realm awaited, but for the moment, it hardly even mattered. He pulled the box close and held onto it.
A few seconds later they were back in his room and her hand left him. She tried not to make a big deal of it, but being in her parent's room obviously had an impact.
"I'm sorry..." He said quietly, looking down at the box of records. He knew that it couldn't have been easy for her to be in there. It was his fault they went, he'd gone and thought he'd gotten her such an awesome present, and all he'd managed to do was make her sad...on her birthday.
"Shut up and bring that over here." She said, pulling the chair towards the bed where she sat down. She obviously didn't want to talk about it. She began taking the turn table out of it's box and used her ability to manipulate shadow to have a rat plug it into the wall socket. She lifted the lid and blew paper dust off the table.
If she just wanted to ignore it, that was fine by him. He brought the box over and set it beside her on the bed. He took the lid off carefully and turned it towards her so she could pick out a record. "There should be a box of extra needles in there too. In case one breaks."
"Really?" She asked and looked inside the box. She found it taped to the inside of the lid. She pulled it off and opened it. "Real diamond tips... these are rare." She smiled a little. "Sit down Rhydian. Just because I don't ever go into Mom and Dad's room doesn't mean I'm going to let it ruin my birthday." She found the favorite of her father's collection, an original 1963 My Generation single by The Who. It was paired with Substitute and a few other of their original mod hits. "So... I'm guessing the reason I've hardly seen anyone else and the twins are cooking my favorite meal is because you guys are planning a surprise party."
He grimaced and scratched behind his head as he sat down beside her. "Are we really that obvious? I figured at least with the twins, you just might write that off as them being them."
"Yeah well... I'm not stupid." She said, blowing dust off the record as she inspected it. Her father had kept them in pristine condition. "There's not fighting or yelling anywhere in the school and when that Merril kid came in I sensed that it threw everything out of whack. Jeremy nearly broke his neck keeping me out of the food court. Besides... I might be a shitty telepath, but I'm still a telepath."
"I take it that Merril's the new kid, Strawberry mentioned?" He asked as he got a little more comfortable. "At least try to act surprised, ok? I don't want them thinking I told you..."
"I won't." She said. "But I don't know if they'll notice or not. Chances are when I walked in I'd have been pretty pissed. I can't really pull off the whole shocked and surprised thing... but..." She looked a little thoughtful as she placed the record on the turn table. "I guess considering how I've been acting lately, it's a wonder anyone would even care to do something like this for me..."
"I'll admit to you in confidence...
That was the primary motive behind their organizing the party..." He said, reaching up and rubbing his head. He gestured towards the turntable and smiled to her. "But
this? This I've had sitting in my closet for months... Honestly, I'm surprised you hadn't picked it up from my mind..."
"Months?" She asked. "I try not to dip into people's minds if I can help it but... months?"
He blushed and looked down at his feet. "Y-yeah...I kind of picked it up
before the whole Mojoverse thing..."
"Were you planning on giving it to me for Christmas?" She asked. They had been kidnapped on Christmas eve after all.
"I guess I was thinking about it...but after the whole kidnapping thing, I just... I dunno kinda lost my nerve I guess?" He offered sheepishly. He looked over at her, his heart racing. "Is..is it alright?"
"Let's find out." She said and added the needle to the vinyl. After a couple seconds of soundless feedback music burst into the room and Waya closed her eyes with satisfaction at the vintage sound. When Roger Daltry began to sing, she smiled the first real smile she'd smiled in months.
He smiled when he saw that. Honestly, he wished he had a camera to capture it. He loved it when she smiled. It was always such a long time between them, that it was beginning to feel as if she might never do it again... He reached over and placed a hand lightly on her leg. "Happy birthday, Waya." He whispered softly, not wanting to interrupt the music and disturb her, but feeling as though he had to say it at the same time.
She looked at his hand in surprise, but she made no move to remove it. She smiled again and leaned her shoulder against his. "Thank you Rhydian..."
He wanted to wrap his arm around her and hold her, but he knew that would be overstepping the boundaries she'd set up. That, of course, didn't stop him from thinking about it. "You're welcome." He said quietly, trying to keep it down so as to not disturb her listening to the Who. He knew she was a huge fan of the music.
As Substitute began to play she didn't lift her head from Rhydian's shoulder. The theme of the song didn't really occur to her as they sat there. She'd heard it so much that any ulterior themes were lost on her at the moment. However she said, "I'm sorry Rhydian..."
He looked down at her curiously. "Sorry? For what, Waya?" He asked, forgetting about keeping it quiet for the sake of the music. He hadn't thought that she'd done anything that needed an apology for...
She took her head off his shoulder and looked at her knees. "For all the strength I try to maintain, I'm still a coward..." She said softly. "I... I shouldn't have treated you the way I did. The way I have been..." She looked back at him, her expression soft. "You're a good guy Rhydian..." She caressed his cheek briefly and let her hand drop. "You didn't deserve that..."
Despite the coolness of her touch, warmth spread across his face. He blushed deeply and looked down at her hand, wanting it to be at his cheek again... He didn't know what else to say really.
She looked away and back to the turntable. "This is an awesome gift." She told him, sort of trying to change the subject. His silence threw her off a little.
"I'm glad you like it." He said with a smile. He was also glad that she had apologized for how she was acting. He knew it was because he'd admitted his feelings for her....there could be no other reason fro her sudden change in temperament towards him.
"Thank you." She said and wasn't sure what to do now that things had gone quiet between them.
He drummed his fingers against his leg and then looked at her. "Want to just lay back and enjoy The Who? Junior's supposed to send for me when they're all set downstairs..."
She smirked. "Was this all an elaborate ply to get me into bed Rhydian?"
He smirked and looked over at her. "That depends on whether or not it works?" He offered with an arched eyebrow. His cheeks were tinted with mild embarrassment, but he was trying to play along with her.
Her cheeks flushed azure and she looked away from him, also embarrassed. She shouldn't have teased.
He grinned when he saw the flush along her cheeks. He bet she wasn't expecting him to tease her back. He wanted to comment on that lovely shade of blue her cheeks were getting, but he was afraid of saying the wrong thing.
"You're not supposed to tease me back you know..." She said with a sideways glance.
"Oh? I'm just supposed to lay here and take it?" He asked her with a glance of his own. He smiled and laid back on his bed. "Just lay down and relax Waya. I'm not going to do anything."
"Yes... you are supposed to take it." She said, laying back. She sighed Pictures of Lilly began to play. "And please don't. This song is a bout masturbation..
."
"What?" He asked and looked over at her as he listened to the song.
"Listen." She said. She waited a second and began to sing the lyrics for him. "Pictures of Lilly made my life so wonderful... Pictures of Lilly helped me sleep at night."
He wanted to say that that didn't necessarily mean it was about masturbating...but to speak up now would mean she'd stop singing. he turned onto his side and propped his head up on his arm. He smiled and listened to her happily.
The real underlying meaning of the song had been in the beginning, but she seemed content to just lay there and sing at the ceiling above them. When the song was over she turned her head towards his. "See." She said. "I used to wake up in the morning, I used to feel so bad. I got so sick of having sleepless nights I went and told my dad." She said quickly before the next song could play. "Then his dad puts up pictures of Lilly on the wall and everything is better. Get it?"
"If I said no, would you sing it again?" He asked her with a wide smile. He understood the song, it was really quite obvious if you just took the time to listen.
She smirked and smacked his belly as I Can't Explain came on next. "Nice try."
He coughed when her hand smacked him. It wasn't much of a strike, but it was unexpected. "What? You have a beautiful singing voice, Waya..."
"I'm not singing to you about masturbation again." She said as she pulled her feet onto the edge of the bed and crossed one leg over the other.
He laughed and shook his head. "Then don't sing that one." He told her simply. The turntable had already started playing the next song anyway.
"Only if you sing it with me." She told him.
"Wh-what?" He asked her with a stutter, looking at her in shock. He blushed deeply and looked away from her, shaking his head. "I..I can't sing..."
"Everyone can sing Rhydian." Waya told him. "They just need practice."
He shook his head, his ears felt like they were on fire. There was no way he could sing...not in front of her... He didn't even know these songs, for crying out loud.
"Come on." She said. by now the song was going off and Borris the Spider came on. "Here, this one is one of the few John Entwhistle did lyrics on. You'll see why..." She waited for the lyrics to start and held up the album cover so he could see the words. "Look, he's crawling up my wall.... black and hairy very small..."
"Now he's up above my head... Hanging by a little thread..." He attempted, grimacing at the way he sounded.
She smiled and tried to mimic John Entwhistle's deep voice fr the chorus. "Boris the spider... Boris the spider....."
"Now he's dropped onto the floor, heading by the bedroom door..." He continued, his brow knitting together in mild confusion of the lyrics. It was a weird song...
"Maybe he's as scared as me, where he's gone now I can't see..." Waya finished. There was nothing flashy about this song, it was simply about a spider.
He couldn't believe that they were laying here, in his bed, singing. A thousand other possibilities for how this gift could've gone over had played over and over through his mind while it sat in his closet collecting dust. He never would've thought that this was what they'd be doing because of the record player. "Boris the spider... Boris the spider..."
She tilted her head playfully back and forth as she sang the chorus. "Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly."
"There he is wrapped in a ball... Doesn't seem to move at all... Perhaps he's dead, I'll just make sure... Pick this book up off the floor." The song kept getting weirder and weirder. When they were done with this song, he wanted to be sure that he asked her about it.
"Boris the spider... Boris the spider..." She smiled, waiting for him to do the creepy crawley bit
He just knew she was going to make him do that next part... He looked over at her and smiled, tilting his head back and forth like she had. "Creepy, crawly, creepy, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly, creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly."
She laughed when he tilted his head back and forth and almost didn't pick up the last verse in time. "He's come to a sticky end, don't think he will ever mend. Never more will he crawl 'round, he's embedded in the ground."
"Boris the spider... Boris the spider....." He finished and then burst out laughing.
She laughed with him and rolled over onto her side next to him. "See." She said, her complexion pale blue with the blush of laughing. She hadn't laughed like this in ages. "I told you you could sing."
He blushed a little when she moved closer to him. "For you..." He said softly, looking at her with a nervous smile, "I can sing...for you."
She blushed herself and smiled. He wasn't the only one who looked nervous. Behind Blue Eyes began to play and to break the silence she said, "This is my favorite song. Not just of theirs, but... ever..."
Rhydian knew this song. He'd heard The Who's version only a few times, but he enjoyed Linkin Park's rendition of it. He reached out and clasped her hand gently. "No one knows what it's like... To be the bad man... To be the sad man... Behind blue eyes..."
She glanced down at his hand and he saw that uncomfortable expression in her eyes again. She rolled onto her back to keep from having to look him in the eyes. "To be hated, to be fated, to telling only lies." She didn't let him pick up the chorus this time. Instead she sang it herself and without the campy fun she'd used in her voice for Boris the Spider. "But my dreams they aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be. I have hours only lonely. My love is vengeance that's never free..."
"No one knows what it's like... To feel these feelings... Like I do... And I blame you." He continued, glad that she hadn't let go of his hand. He squeeze it gently and rolled over onto his own back. He could tell she was a little uncomfortable, and figured if he wasn't looking at her, it might lessen it some.
"No one bites back as hard on their anger, none of my pain and woe can show through." She let him have the chorus this time.
"But my dreams... They aren't as empty, as my conscience seems to be... I have hours, only lonely... My love is vengeance. That's never free..." He hit the high note there as if he'd song this song before. In truth, it was on his shower playlist, and he had sang it plenty of times on his own.
The volume on the turn table suddenly became a lot louder and the little black mouse scampered back into the shadow under the chair. "When my fist clenches, crack it open, before I use it and lose my cool. When I smile, tell me some bad news, before I laugh and act like a fool."
"If I swallow anything evil. Put your finger down my throat. If I shiver, please give me a blanket. Keep me warm, let me wear your coat." He sang, lifting his head up so that the pillow could slide underneath it.
"No one knows what it's like... to be the bad man... to be the sad man... behind blue eyes..." That was it for that side of the record and when the song ended she laid there, listening to the "thp, thp, thp" of the record.
He laid there beside her, his eyes closed and he smiled. His thumb softly rubbed the back of her hand and he turned his head to face her. "Happy birthday, Waya."
She blinked and a tear rolled into her hair from the corner of her eye. She exhaled a deep breath. "Thank you Rhydian..."
His heart skipped a beat when he saw the tear roll down the side of her cheek. "Are you alright?" He asked, worrying that he might have made her sad...
"No, no I'm fine." She wiped her eye with the heel of her hand. "I just..." She turned her eyes toward him a little, actually looking at him for once. "It's been a while since I... really... really felt like someone cared..."
"Waya..." He said softly, his face relaxing as he looked at her. "I've always cared..." He whispered, she'd known that. He knew she was hard headed, but nobody was that hard headed.
"I know..." She said, wiping another tear away. She was beginning to cry outright. "I know..." She looked away from him, hiding her tears.
He reached up and turned her back towards him. His heart was pounding in his chest, his face flushed deep red. "Waya..." He whispered softly and before he knew what else to say, he leaned forward and kissed her.
She never thought her first consensual kiss would be him or while she was crying. She was less stunned than she supposed she would be too. Fingers damp with tears she caressed his cheek and did not push him away.
He was surprised that she didn't push him away. He thought for sure that he'd crossed a line, that she would have probably slapped him for it. His hand reached up and ran through her dark hair as he slid the tip of his tongue along the softness of her lips.
Her tongue met his and his was much warmer than her's. Neither of them were particularly skilled kissers, but the effort was what mattered. She tasted his mouth and goose flesh rippled up her cheeks and neck.
He moved closer to her, slipping his right arm underneath her body. He hoped it wasn't too bold to do so, but he felt the need to be closer to her. His thumb rubbed her cheek as he tongue danced with hers.
Her hands grew tight around him. The one on his cheek moved to his neck and the other hooked under his arm and against his shoulder, clutching him to her. He tasted the salt of her tears because she was still crying.
He didn't care about the salt of her tears, all he could taste was her. His mind didn't differentiate. For this moment, the entire world revolved around her. Time itself had no meaning to him. The only thing he cared about was this beautiful young woman in his arms. He hadn't set out for this to happen today, but he'd be damned if he let it end quickly. He never wanted it to end. His heart thumped heavily in his ears as he pulled her lip into his mouth and sucked on the cool bit of flesh. He could feel the tears beginning to well in his own eyes. He was so happy, he felt as though he would burst.
It had been so long since she had felt real affection. She'd felt it in the twins arms, but that had frightened her and it had dulled in the haze of hypnotism. Since her parents had been lost, she'd not felt anything like... well, not this but, this was powerful. It was steady and real and what little telepathy that had slipped open between them told her that he meant every kiss, every caress and every word he had ever said to her. She'd been horribly burned on Asteroid M because of him and she didn't care... he loved her and she let herself fall into that sensation, letting his emotions tether and guide her own.
He hadn't meant to hurt everyone as much as he did on Asteroid-M....He'd done what he had to do. Cortez wasn't about to help him without something of greater value. And what was more valuable than the 'genetic traitors' known as the X-men? He was thankful that so far, what that sycophant had done to him had held. All it cost him was the trust of his friends. Most of whom had already forgiven him, some faster than others, when they'd realized his motives. He sighed into the kiss and softly caressed her cheek as he tugged on her lip gently. Whatever he'd done in the past meant nothing now. She wasn't running away, wasn't giving him the cold shoulder any more. She was here, on his bed, in his arms, and he'd be damned if he'd let anything come between them ever.
He wasn't damned, but something did come between them. Her lips lagged a little and he heard her whisper into his mind, Rhydian... she didn't stop, but she was encouraging him to slow and ease off.
Her voice in his mind actually startled him and his heart skipped a beat. He slowly pulled back and looked at her, his cheeks tinted. He couldn't stop the grin from crossing his face as he looked at her. "Sorry...I..I just couldn't stand to see you cry anymore."
Her fingers covered his lips. "Don't." She said. "It's ok... but... this... I... I don't know if I can deal with this right now... not and have to go downstairs and act like everything is normal..."
His shoulders slumped a little bit and he must've looked a little hurt. "Oh..." he said quietly, looking down at her hand as her fingers rested on his lip.
"Would it make you feel better if I said I really wanted to put my fingers in your mouth right now?" She asked, seeing that hurt look in his eyes.
His mouth fell open and he stared at her. It took him a few seconds to piece together his thoughts. "Uh..." His face light up with blush and he grinned. "Yes..."
When his mouth opened the tip of her middle finger played along the edge of his lip, probably hampering his thought processes. When he answered, she blushed a little and took her fingers away. "I think a few of my feral tendencies are um... a little active at the moment... you probably need to get off of me before something... more... happens..."
"One more kiss?" He asked pleadingly. He understood that for something more to happen would probably be bad, despite how amazing it would feel. He didn't want to rush things any more than she did, but he also didn't want the moment to end...
He could see her thinking about it, really mulling it over in her head. Finally she blushed and gave him a little nod. Before he could slip in for it her finger was on his lips again, this time holding them shut. "No tongue... Tongue... um... that uh, goes along with the more category right now..."
"As you wish." He said softly and kissed her finger softly. He reached a hand up and ran his fingers through her hair as he leaned in closer to her. He smiled and closed his lips against hers, his eyes falling shut as he did.
What was she doing? What in blue fuck was she doing? This was Rhydian... RHYDIAN. They'd known each other since he'd been eight and she'd been seven. He was like a brother to her... Or had been. Sometime during this last year, rough as hell as it had been, she felt more apart from that sense of family with the others. Isolating herself had not been the proper course of action at all. In Rhydian's arms she no longer felt isolated. She felt love... perhaps not the in love kind of love yet, but he did love her. He was sweet and thoughtful and had proven with determination that he could and would do what was necessary to protect everyone he loved. Even if it had seemed a little backwards at the time. She caressed his cheek again as he kissed her and she couldn't help but feel that maybe this was right. Maybe this was what she needed... Maybe it would help her forget about the twins...
He could hardly contain himself... If she was having trouble with the fact it was him, she had no idea what was going on in his head. This was finally happening. He was finally with her, with Waya... Everything he'd ever wanted was laying right here in his arms. His heart was pounding in his chest as he captured her upper lip and sucked it into his mouth.
Just then the thp-thp-thp of the record turned into an ear wrenching VZZZIP! sound and she jerked beneath him. The sound surprised her, but the album was one of her father's most valuable. Without thinking she shoved him off of her and went to save the record. She lifted the needle and pulled off the record, inspecting it, making sure none of the grooves or label had been damaged.
He grunted when she shoved him away. He whirled about and looked at her in shock. "Wha..what?"
"Sorrysorrysorry..." She said, flipping the record. "Dad would kill me if-" She stopped. Dad wasn't here to kill her. "I kinda freaked. It's ok... I didn't mean to throw you off like that..."
"If? If what, Waya?" He asked, ignoring the rest of her little rant. He moved to the edge of the bed and looked at the record curiously. "It isn't scratched, is it?"
"No, no it's ok..." She took the record and slipped it into the sleeve. "We can listen to the rest later..." She put it on top the box for later and sort of glanced at him beside her. "We should probably get downstairs..."
"I'm supposed to send a plane down to Junior to check if they're ready." He offered and got off the bed. He walked to his desk and took a piece of paper. He wrote 'Ready?' and folded it into a simple basic plane. "I'd imagine by now that they should be ready..."
"We used to pass notes like that in class." She said, remembering fondly.
"Which is where he got the idea from." He said with a smirk. He went to his door, opened it, and held his hand up. He focused his powers into the plane and it took off. It flew down the hall and headed for the food court
She sighed and sat there, not really sure what to do at the moment. She'd just... made out with Rhydian... Rhydian
He sat down at his desk, letting her have her space. He sat backwards on the chair, resting his arms along the back of it. He looked over at her and couldn't help but smile. "You alright?"
She nodded. She licked her lips, tasting him again. "Um... what uh..." She didn't know what to say, but they obviously needed to talk.
"What now?" He offered, seeing she was having difficulty voicing it.
"I... was gonna ask you that..." She said, blushing a little.
He smiled and nodded. "I kinda figured that..." He wheeled himself closer to her and folded his arms, propping his head on them. "Should we like...worry about that later, or would you rather get that out of the way now?"
She shrugged. "We have nothing to talk about till the plane comes back..."
His mouth hung open and he couldn't help but laugh a bit. He shook his head, "What are you talking about? Nothing to talk about? Wha..what about that??" He asked her, gesturing towards the bed they were in moments ago.
"That's what I'm talk-" She closed her eyes and lifted her hand. "Stop... just..." She huffed and opened her eyes again. "I'm... willing to try and see where this goes." She told him. "I'm willing to spend a little more time with you but... I don't want everyone in the school gossiping and whispering about it... I don't want to have to worry about what other people are thinking..."
"I don't care what everyone else is thinking, Waya. Just what you are." He said softly and sighed, relaxing against the chair. "We can take it slow. I wouldn't want to be a bother."
She nodded, looking at the turntable instead of him. "Can uh... we keep it quiet? For a while any way... "
His shoulders slumped a little, but he nodded. "If that's what you want." He was usually pretty good at keeping secrets, but he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to keep something like this.
She nodded. "We can talk a little more after the party tonight if you want." She said. "Spend a little time together..."
"I'd like that." He said with a smile. He reached a hand out and took hers softly. "I'd like that a lot."
She looked at his hand on her's and glanced up at him. He could never know about George... further more he could never know about the twins. She nodded. "Yeah... I would too..."
He smiled and closed his hand around hers, clasping it gently. "Now...about the party..." She had to know what he was getting at. Did he really have to actually say it?
"I dunno if I can act surprised..." She told him.
"No one really expects you to act surprised." He confessed. He reached up and tapped his temple with a grin. "It's hard to surprise a telepath, especially an inexperienced one." It wasn't meant as a jibe at her lack of control. "Just don't let anyone know I told you... Please?"
"You didn't tell me though." Waya said. "I figured it out..."
"They won't see it that way..." He said sadly and shook his head a little. "They know I can't hide anything from you."
"I won't say anything." She said. "But I knew something was up when I saw the twins frying potatoes... They never fry potatoes."
"It is your birthday, you know. They might've just been trying to do something nice..." He stopped and started laughing, he didn't believe his own words.
"Well I forgot till you gave me the turntable." She told him. "If they figure it out I'll explain."
"Alright." He said with a nod. It was a pretty simple compromise. He looked over at the turntable and thought for a moment. "Want to listen to something else while we wait?"
Just then the paper airplane flew back through the door.
He looked up when the plane returned. It flew to him and landed in his open hand. He sighed, "Well there goes that idea..." He opened it slowly and saw that they were ready. "You ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be I guess..." She said, standing. "You wanna run these by my room first or do it later?"
"We can do it later." He said with a flick of his hand. It would only serve to kill time for them to do that now.
"Alright." She said. "Walk or teleport then?"
"You really want to teleport into your party?" He asked her in disbelief. It sounded horribly cheesy, but it would be a pretty good entrance. Plus, it would put the surprise on everyone else too...
"I was just giving you the option..." Waya said. "What would be less suspicious?"
"Walking into the party in mid sentence would be the least suspicious. He said with a nod. "Though it would be so funny if we teleported in..."
She smirked. "We'll walk then."
He got up and held his hand out to her. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold her hand again until after the party. But, they could right up to the door...
She looked at it and instead of revealing how nervous she was she said, "Oh it's like that is it?"
He looked down at his hand and then at her rather curiously and a little worriedly. "Did I do something wrong?"
"No." She said. "It just, one kiss and now we're suddenly supposed to hold hands." She took his hand any way.
"Well technically...we kissed twice." He pointed out with a grin and squeezed her hand. "And what's wrong with wanting to hold a pretty girl's hand?"
She didn't say anything. She knew half the boys here lusted after her but she didn't really see why. She was too busy looking at her ghost white skin and freaky eyes in the mirror. "Let's just go downstairs."
He squeezed her hand gently and opened the door for her. "After you, birthday girl." He said with a smile.
Waya walked out, her hand still in Rhydian's.
Stumble!