Justine
Oh shit. I can't believe this. X is crying.
I stare at him fearfully as his eyes widen slightly and his hands fly up to touch his face. His fingers glide through the damp tears on his face and he looks down at his feet.
This isn't good... I can feel it.
I breathe heavily and all I hear is my breathing and the strange buzzing noise of the quietness in the room. His eyes are glued to the floor and I just watch him. I mentally argue with myself.
Don't just stare at him! Do something, comfort him!
Hell no! He scares the shit out of me!
Just rub his arm gently, he may be scary, but he has feelings.
Yeah and I have a life, worth living even though I'm a kidnapped maid-girl.
Girl, just do SOMETHING!
I finally decide to take a shot in the dark and I reach out to gently comfort him. I lay my hand on his shoulder and he flinched a bit. I whisper softly.
"It's okay... it's okay to cry, X." His head snaps up and suddenly everything gets intense. He grabs my wrists firmly and backs me up to the wall, holding my hands over my head. I gasp out and he growls at me.
"No, it's not. Tell me how, give me ONE good reason why it's okay to fucking cry." I blink rapidly and he shakes me a little.
"Well? Give me one." He tilts his head and I stammer out quickly.
"I-It relieves lots of s-stress and s-stuff." I stutter horribly and he smirks.
"Lots of stress and stuff huh? Well let me tell you something Justine, tears are demons. They are demons from within you that escape when you are in your weakest state. They show people your weak side and can get others hurt. Crying is not okay, it's a sign of weakness and vulnerability. A dangerous combination and an easy target." He leans down closer to me and the puffiness of his eyes is fading slowly.
"If you ever, speak a word of me crying, you'll regret it. Understand?" I nod slowly and he stares at me. He stares and stares and stares and I can't look away.
I'm stuck in his trance. I feel like I can see into his soul and there's definitely pain and hurt there. He's been through some things... he's had a troubling past.
He narrows his eyes at me growls lowly at me.
"Stop."
"Stop what?" I blink and he breathes heavily.
"Stop trying to figure me out. I can tell that's what you're trying to do... don't."
"Why?" I frown. He breathes out through his nose and smirks.
"Cause when you figure me out, you'll wish you haven't." He lets me go and backs up a bit. I let out a relieved breath and he nods towards the bed.
"Come on, go back to sleep, we all have a busy day in two days and you'll need all the rest you can get. Especially if we have to fight."
"F-Fight?" I ask, and he nods and takes off his sweaty shirt.
I freeze and my eyes are glued to the tattoos printed on his face, neck, chest and arms. I look away quickly and try to stay calm. X raises an eyebrow at me and comes closer. I walk backwards and he smirks.
"They're just tattoos, Justine. Touch them,!They won't hurt you." He grins evilly and comes closer. I jump away from him and he narrows his eyes.
Guys with so many tattoos scare me....
"Are you running from me? Cause I will catch you."
"N-No. I just don't want to touch them." I say, backing away and he raises an eyebrow.
"Oh come on. You're not that scared, are you?" I nod my head and he laughs.
"Well time to face your fears." He lunges at me and I instinctively, move aside. He stumbled into his dresser and snaps his head towards me.
"Your ass got lucky. Now come here!" He runs at me again and I squeal moving aside again, sending him flying into his closet.
He looks weird tangling himself up in shirts and I start laughing for once in a long time. Too bad I don't notice him getting untangled and he tackled me down onto his bed. I grunt as he drops his body on me and speaks strained.
"Aight you move fast, I'll give your ass that, but come on. Touch... one!" He pulls my hands towards his neck and I use all my strength to pull back. He yanks one good time and my hands smack gently against the skin of his neck where there's an elephant tattoo, gliding on his soft skin.
I gasp softly as my fingers brush over the tattoo and I marvel at how natural it feels. He moves his hands from mine and I unthinkingly continue to move my fingers down to the rest of his artwork designed on his skin, feeling every detail.
However long later, he grabs my hands softly and I dart my eyes back to his and he's staring at me intensely. He gets up and goes to the light switch, switching it off. My senses get stronger in the dark and I can feel X's presence by me. I crawl back over to the spot I was in when I woke up and curl back underneath the comforter. I feel X slide in next to me and he chuckles lowly.
"You know you're a cuddler... right?" I blush wildly and thank the room it's pitch black. I think of something smart and witty to say.
"Shut up."
Good one, J.
He surprisingly laughs and I giggle too. I lay quietly until X breaks the silence.
"Goodnight Justine." He whispers softly and I smile a bit.
"Goodnight X." I frown and squint into the darkness.
"X...?"
"Hmm?" He hums in response and I clutch the comforter closer to me.
"What does 'X' stand for?" Its quiet and suddenly he groans.
"Go to sleep, Justine." I smile softly.
"Okay... Xavier..." He laughs.
"Not even close... goodnight." I smile widely and fall asleep happy for once.
Hopefully this night killed some of the tension between me and X.