Don't get me wrong, I love living in the Mansion. I love my classes. I love my classmates. I love my best friend, Alex. But sometimes, things just get too much. I'm not like most mutants at the school. I can't mess around with my mutations. I can't use them to have fun or play pranks with. I can't use them to make my life easier or more interesting. I only create tragedy.

Six years I've had to live with them. At the age of eleven I was thrown into this world I knew nothing about all on my own. Luckily I found people like me. Different. Alex and Charles and Hank and many others, but I still feel like an outsider.

Every time I look at somebody, I'm scared I'm going to get into their head and mess around with their mind so much, they forget who they are, or something worse. The thing is, after six years I still haven't fully learnt to control it. One minute I'm talking to my sister, and the next, she's on the floor rocking back and forth with her hands on her ears, screaming about voices in her head. I couldn't help. I just sat back and watched as they dragged her into the hospital. She's been there ever since.

Not only does it effect other people, but it effects me. My head is pounding constantly and there's almost nothing that can stop it. Almost nothing. I've found over the years that one thing in particular numbs the pain as much as I need it to. I'm not proud of it, considering I'm still young, and my liver is probably going to pay for it when I'm older, but I only result to the bottle on a very bad day. Today was a very bad day.

The longer I go without using my mutation and freeing my mind, the stronger my headaches get. Especially when there's something on my mind that isn't usually there. This morning I had gotten a letter from my parents. They blame me for my sisters condition, and haven't visited me once whilst I've been at Charles' school. In the letter, they said that my sister had been offered treatment by some therapist in the United Kingdom, so they were taking her there immediately. And they weren't coming back. They were leaving me, for good.

My head was hurting so much, and I knew there was only one thing that was going to get me through the day. Luckily I can pass as the right age in the shop, and the cashier sold me 4 bottles of beer with no concern. I took them to my favourite spot, by the park near the school, and waited till it got dark before I pulled the bottles out. I was ready to drown my family away.

She was out again. I went up to her room to see her, and she was gone. This had happened enough times however for me to know where she went. I'm not saying I stalk her or anything. I mean, we're best friends. I love her. Like a friend, obviously. We've known each other for years, meaning I have been aware of her drinking problem since the first time I had to put her to bed when she couldn't even walk up the stairs by herself. I didn't mind though. I knew why she did it. I understand what it's like to be afraid of hurting others. I just wish she'd let me in.

I had been with her when she got the letter from her parents. Honestly I wanted to go over to their house and and face her father man-to-man, and see if he would just ignore us then. She wouldn't let me of course. She's always the one that calms me down when I lose my temper. She's he only one that can. I just wish I could do the same for her.

She told me she was just going to her room to lie down, and I just let her. I think I knew deep down where she was really going, but I didn't want to get in her way. Now however, I was worried. It was getting dark, and she's never usually out this late. So I decided to go out and find her.

When I got to he park, I walked straight to the climbing frame. That's where she would be. It was basically a wooden platform held up about five foot off the ground with steps leading up to it. The platform was surrounded by four walls, but with an open roof so you could see the sky. The moon. The stars.

When i got up there, she was sat up straight with her knees brought into her chest, holding a bottle in one hand. There were three other bottles next to her, two already empty and one full. She wasn't as bad as I thought she would be, but I knew if I had given her time, she would have been a lot worse.

I walked up the steps as she looked up and stared at me. I went and sat next to her, getting as close as possible without it being weird. Neither of us said a word. I couldn't tell if she wanted me here or not. Her expression was unreadable, but I wasn't gong to leave her there. I cared about her too much.

After around five minutes, she turned to me and spoke softly,

"I'm sorry, Alex."

"What are you talking about, Y/N? What do you even have to be sorry about?"

She sighed before talking again and looked down at the bottle she was holding.

"So many people do things for me. You're constantly trying to get through to me, and all I do is throw it back in your face. I'm just a liability. I'm just a burden to everybody. Always getting in the way and making things worse." My heart broke as she said these words.

"Y/N, look at me." She turned her head towards me, with a tear in her eye.

"Never will there be a day that you become a burden to me. Nobody thinks that of you. Well, maybe your parents, but they don't deserve you as their daughter and they can move to their shitty therapist facility in the United Kingdom if they like, but I am not going to let you throw your life away, wishing you were with the worlds worst parents. God, I wish you could see how much you do for me, just by breathing." By now, I was almost shouting, and I realised that maybe I was a bit too loud when Y/Ns tear finally fell down her cheek.

"Y/N, I'm sorry."

"What do you have to be sorry about?" She smirked at me, echoing what I had said moments before.

"I didn't mean to shout. You didn't need to hear that."

"Yes I did. It's true. They are the shittiest parent in the world, going to some shitty doctor that won't be able to help my shitty family." She stopped, slightly out of breath.

There was a minute of silence before we looked at each other, and burst out laughing. Her laugh sent a shiver down my spine. Just to hear how happy she was made my body feel warm, like I could be happy too. I looked over to see she was still holding the bottle. I grabbed it out of her hand and looked at it for a few seconds, debating what to do. I held it to my lips and drank. I have had beer before, but this was different. It tasted like freedom. Like I could feel my worries melting away. I could see why this helped Y/N so much. The fact that she had just had her lips on the same place I do made it even better.

"What are you doing?"

"The less you drink, the better. And if that means that I have to drink too, then I will."

"But why?"

"Well, We're friends right?" I asked her. Secretly I love her more than a friend, but I knew she didn't feel the same.

"I guess so."

"I guess so? Seriously? I come out here in the dark, risking my life to find you like Prince Charming, and you can't even agree that we're friends? Well, I am offended." I held my hand to my chest as I said this. She just looked at my like I was crazy, before smirking, knowing she could tease me.

"Who said I need saving. If anything I'm saving you. Think of how bored you'd be if you weren't out chasing your friend on a Saturday night. Who knows what you could be doing. Reading, Chess, Homework?" This was obviously a joke. I was far from the perfect student and never did homework, or any extra work that required my brain to be used too much.

"So you admit, we are friends?" I smirked, wiggling my eyebrows, leaning in towards her.

"Maybe. But only because all the other kids are scared of me, and I don't have many other options." She leaned in closer too, the gap between out faces getting smaller.

"Then I guess we're more similar than you think. You're not the only one who doesn't even fit in with the most outcast people you can find in the world." I said this laughing slightly, trying to keep the mood light, but really, I was just focusing on how close I was to her.

"Well then, I guess we're out-outcasts together then." She held out her hand for me to shake. I took it. Her touch made my body feel so weak. I wanted to hold her. To pull her closer. I wanted her in my arms.

"I guess we are." We were still holding hands, faces inches apart, as we just stared at each other.

I looked quickly from her lips to her eyes, asking her permission. She just stayed still, staring at me. I couldn't wait any longer. I didn't know what would happen because of this, but i leant in. I kissed her.

At first, she was shocked, and didn't really react. I was half expecting her to pull away and run, but she didn't. After a few seconds, she let go of my hand and grabbed my face, pulling me closer. Our lips moulded perfectly together, moving in harmony. I brought one had to her face, cupping her cheek whilst the other rested on her thigh.

We were like this for a few minutes, before we both wanted more. I opened my mouth, deepening the kiss, with both of our tongues exploring each other's mouths. With a joint effort of me pulling, and her pushing, she got up and straddled my lap. I couldn't help but feel something in my pants as she sat down on my lap.

I started to slowly move my hand from her thigh up and under her skirt, making her lift her body up, before bringing it down again. Her arms were around my neck, fingers laced through my hair. My arm was now wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as my other hand was on her upper thigh, under her skirt. I could feel the lace of her underwear, and I wanted nothing more than to pull them down, but I didn't want to push it too far. I wasn't quite what she wanted, and besides, she had been drinking right? But wait, she only had two bottles. This was all her. She knew what she was doing.

One of her hands traveled down to my chest, and stroked across to my biceps. I'll admit, I work out. Mainly so she'll notice me, but I guess it worked. I started to massage her thigh, causing her breath to hitch. She started to grind her core in rhythm with my massage. It felt good. Really good. I tried to hold back, but I could stop the bulge from forming in my pants any longer. When it did, she reached to the hem of my shirt, and began to suddenly pull it up, lifting it off my head. I was now shirtless in the middle of a park. It felt strange, but interesting at the same time.

I could tell that we were both feeling the same thing, so I leaned forward, laying Y/N down on her back. Her legs wrapped around my waist and she pulled me closer to her. She reached down and undid the button on my pants, the whole time our lips together. I didn't want to get completely naked, as were were still in public, so I just pulled them down enough so I could pull my shaft out of my underpants. I lifted Y/N's skirt up and pulled her underwear down enough for me to get to the entrance. I knew we couldn't stay out here for ages, because I only told Charles we'd be gone for a few hours, so I wasted no more time. I pushed into her, causing her head to tip back as she let out a soft moan.

Luckily, neither of us were virgins, or this would have been a lot more awkward and clumsy. So, once I was inside her, it was pleasurable.

I started thrusting slow, just in case, pulling in and out of her. Every thrust got deeper and a little faster, our breathing getting louder and quicker. Her hands were gripping my shoulders tightly. Things were like this for around five minutes before they heated up.

I began to push deeper and harder until I reached her soft spot, hitting it with every thrust. My body was heating up as I rested my head on her shoulder, letting her grip my hair. I couldn't hold on for much longer, and by the sound of her breathing, she couldn't either. With a few more thrusts, I let go, filling her insides. She tilted her head back and let out a moan as I felt her walls flinch around me.

I pulled out of her and relaxed my head into her neck. We just lay there like that for a few minutes, catching our breath. I readjusted my pants as she pulled up her underwear.

I got up after I regained my strength and held my hand to her. I pulled her up with ease and we both just smirked at each other before laughing again.

"Friends?" I asked.

"More than friends."