Post by Iceman on Nov 3, 2006 17:08:48 GMT -5
Bobby turned away from the cab, and it pulled away, making the circle around the drive and going on it's way. Bobby slid his wallet back into his pocket--a cab ride from New York City to Westchester had cost him a pretty penny, but he had never cared less about forking over that much money.
He was home.
He took a deep breath, doing what he nor any other guy would ever admit to doing; enjoying the smell of the gardens in the warm summer breeze. He'd realized that hotel rooms were unsettlingly void of smells, and he was glad to be back somewhere that wasn't so stiff and fake.
He'd called his parents as soon as the guards had given him his phone and all the other personal belongings that were in his pockets the day he was arrested. No answer. He'd left a message, though in retrospect it might have been better to wait until he caught them in person. He tried not to believe that they'd really see his number on the caller ID and choose not to pick it up.
But he managed to focus on the good thing--he was back at Xavier's. He pulled out his cell phone again as he started to walk down the circular drive, around the flowers in order to go along the side of the school. He dialed Paige’s number and held it to his ear, waiting for her answer. He wanted to surprise her before anyone else found out.
Paige was just getting into her exercise gear, wrestling with her sports bra when the phone rang. Jerking it on she flopped on the bed and picked up the phone, knowing Bobby’s special ring on her phone by heart.
“Babe!” She said happily. “How are ya honey? I was just about to go running.”
‘Even better,’ he thought happily, resisting the urge to laugh as an idea struck him. “Hey! …Running? Are you sure? It’s supposed to be really cold out…”
He continued through the grass alongside the building, counting windows in search of the one that belonged to her room. “Where are you at right now?” he asked, hoping she was somewhere with a window.
“In my room,” she said. “Yeah it’s supposed to be a little chilly, but I’d run in the rain. Can’t stand a day when I can’t move, ya know?”
She rolled over on her back. “So they’re still treating you okay, right? When is the trial going to start? Feels like it’s taking forever…” she sighed. “I know it’s only been a few weeks. But I miss you SO much. OH! Did you get those pictures I sent?”
“Yes!” Bobby said, his tone clearly reflecting how nice a surprise that little care package had been. “That was amazing. Made my day. My week. No--pretty much my month.” He rambled as he moved through the flowerbed beside the building, craning his neck to look up to the second floor window. He held the phone between his shoulder and his ear and lifted his hands up carefully.
“Really, though, running’s probably not a good idea. The weather’s supposed to be terrible. Coldest day of summer on record. Something about a freak temperature drop…” Concentration edged into his voice as streams of cold air began to blow from his hands. “In fact…I think it’s supposed to snow,” he finished, as if on cue, turning the cold air into snow. He sent it up higher than the roof, where it was caught in a downdraft and sent swirling back down. The snow didn’t melt as quickly as it normally would have in the warm air, because he’d cooled down the air around to an accommodating temperature.
“Look out your window,” he said mischievously, a wicked grin on his face as he watched her window.
“You’re freaking crazy!” She laughed. “It’s been in the eighties all week Bobby! D’they have the air conditioning up too high where you are?” Paige smiled, and looked to the window when he told her to.
It took a few seconds, but when she realized what was going on she dropped the phone as she ran to the window, looking down. And it was a good thing she had, because her first reaction was to squeal.
“Bobby!!!!” Realizing she’d forgotten the phone, she scrambled to pick it up, charging for the door. She threw her bedroom door open and was on her way downstairs, tennis shoed feet taking steps incredibly fast. “Ohmygod-don’tyoumove!!”
He was home.
He took a deep breath, doing what he nor any other guy would ever admit to doing; enjoying the smell of the gardens in the warm summer breeze. He'd realized that hotel rooms were unsettlingly void of smells, and he was glad to be back somewhere that wasn't so stiff and fake.
He'd called his parents as soon as the guards had given him his phone and all the other personal belongings that were in his pockets the day he was arrested. No answer. He'd left a message, though in retrospect it might have been better to wait until he caught them in person. He tried not to believe that they'd really see his number on the caller ID and choose not to pick it up.
But he managed to focus on the good thing--he was back at Xavier's. He pulled out his cell phone again as he started to walk down the circular drive, around the flowers in order to go along the side of the school. He dialed Paige’s number and held it to his ear, waiting for her answer. He wanted to surprise her before anyone else found out.
Paige was just getting into her exercise gear, wrestling with her sports bra when the phone rang. Jerking it on she flopped on the bed and picked up the phone, knowing Bobby’s special ring on her phone by heart.
“Babe!” She said happily. “How are ya honey? I was just about to go running.”
‘Even better,’ he thought happily, resisting the urge to laugh as an idea struck him. “Hey! …Running? Are you sure? It’s supposed to be really cold out…”
He continued through the grass alongside the building, counting windows in search of the one that belonged to her room. “Where are you at right now?” he asked, hoping she was somewhere with a window.
“In my room,” she said. “Yeah it’s supposed to be a little chilly, but I’d run in the rain. Can’t stand a day when I can’t move, ya know?”
She rolled over on her back. “So they’re still treating you okay, right? When is the trial going to start? Feels like it’s taking forever…” she sighed. “I know it’s only been a few weeks. But I miss you SO much. OH! Did you get those pictures I sent?”
“Yes!” Bobby said, his tone clearly reflecting how nice a surprise that little care package had been. “That was amazing. Made my day. My week. No--pretty much my month.” He rambled as he moved through the flowerbed beside the building, craning his neck to look up to the second floor window. He held the phone between his shoulder and his ear and lifted his hands up carefully.
“Really, though, running’s probably not a good idea. The weather’s supposed to be terrible. Coldest day of summer on record. Something about a freak temperature drop…” Concentration edged into his voice as streams of cold air began to blow from his hands. “In fact…I think it’s supposed to snow,” he finished, as if on cue, turning the cold air into snow. He sent it up higher than the roof, where it was caught in a downdraft and sent swirling back down. The snow didn’t melt as quickly as it normally would have in the warm air, because he’d cooled down the air around to an accommodating temperature.
“Look out your window,” he said mischievously, a wicked grin on his face as he watched her window.
“You’re freaking crazy!” She laughed. “It’s been in the eighties all week Bobby! D’they have the air conditioning up too high where you are?” Paige smiled, and looked to the window when he told her to.
It took a few seconds, but when she realized what was going on she dropped the phone as she ran to the window, looking down. And it was a good thing she had, because her first reaction was to squeal.
“Bobby!!!!” Realizing she’d forgotten the phone, she scrambled to pick it up, charging for the door. She threw her bedroom door open and was on her way downstairs, tennis shoed feet taking steps incredibly fast. “Ohmygod-don’tyoumove!!”
