Not Like You, Not Like Me. (x-men type story) (Not continuing)

Part one

I look up from what I was reading and grin, "definetally" I said, Mike just frowned

"you think?" he asks, and I nod

"I do" I stood up, and place my book on my chair face down, so as not to lose the page. Putting my arms around him, I straightened Mikes tie, and pulled it tight, "you need to look presentable Mike, Ma doesnt like scruffs" he rolled his eyes in response.

"I know Kisha, I know, that's the only reason I aggreed to come, and you'd be wise to remember that" he warned me with a smile dancing on his lips, I grin in reply, and waved away his threat, "besides" he continues, "if anyone from school sees me like this I'll be the laughing stock for weeks to come" I laughed, knowingly proving his point, and stand on my tippee toes, so as to kiss him

"mm, I know, it'd be so horrible" I grinned sarcastically, "besides, if anyone asks, we can truthfully say, you are going to meet the town mayor, and so needed to look presentable" he just shook his head and sighed.

"Jack! Get back here, now!" I yelled out loud as I chased my younger brother around the house, "if you don't give me that phone right now" I went to say more but Ma interupted me mid-sentence

"Kisha don't threaten your brother, try asking him for the phone nicely" I shook my head, and stances myself behind the couch, while my brother hid in front of it

"I don't want you to" he cried out babyishly "I don't want you to" I growled, and pretended I was some kind of cat, leaping over the couch, my seven year old brother started screaming "TIGER!" he screamed, and Ma covered her ears, giving up on telling me to settle down,

"give me the phone you little brat" I wrestled him to the ground and forced the phone from his hand, unknowing, my hands flooded with warmth, and Jack let go of the phone crying "Hot! Hot!" I laughed as I ran with the phone, and slammed the door to my room, I giggled, the boy of very few words, as I thought of my brother, but before I started to punch in Mikes number I stopped, frowning, I wondered why Jack had said 'hot' but shook my confusion away, calling Mike, I put the phone to my ear, willing him to pick up, and not his grandfather. Don't get me wrong, his grandparents are cool, they're just...... Grandparents, they worry way too much, and keep you waiting by telling you stories of 'when they were my age' I shook my head,

"cumon Mike" I clicked my fingers impatiently, and hummed to some unheard rhythm, "pick up"

"hello?"

"Mike! You finally picked up! Look when you come over tomorrow night, you're gonna have to be careful with my little brother, he's a handful, and when you-" Mike interrupted me before I could say anymore, I was starting to get a little annoyed with everyone doing that lately.

"Kisha calm down! It'll be fine, I'll be fine. I'm gonna make sure that I'm a true gentleman around your mother. Hang on, YEAH GRANDMA IM ON THE PHONE I'LL DO IT LATER, sorry, anyway, you don't need to worry everything'll go fine" I groaned inwardly, the last time a guy said that to me, he disappeared and I never saw him again, I shook memories of my father from my mind, and returned my attention to the phone

"yeah Mike, you say that and you haven't yet met my brother" at that moment the little devil started banging on my door, and screaming for me to open up "example" I told Mike, not a hint of doubt that he could hear him. I opened my door, and enjoyed watching my brother shriek as he fell to the ground, through my open doorway

"nice of you to drop in" I told him, a smile playing on my lips, as I said bye to Mike "kisses" I hung up, and growled at Jack to get out of my room.