Placing a contact lens onto your eyeball is a difficult task for a normal person. Now factor in being blind and having terribly sensitive eyes and you have yourself an impossible mission. I grit my teeth tightly as I attempted for the seventh time to place the soft gel sheet over my eye, failing miserably and causing a sharp pain to shoot through my body, adding to my recently developed headache.

I felt a warmth as a larger hand cradled mine, nimbly scooping up the lens and placing it somewhere safe.

"I understand that this is very frustrating for you," I heard a voice state, as I massaged my temples with my fingers. "But the end result, once you finally get those contacts in, it'll be unlike anything you could imagine."

"Yeah I know," I replied, letting out a breath I hadn't realised I had been holding. "Thanks Hank, I'll try again tomorrow okay?"

I could almost feel the goofy genius' warm smile as his hands secured the scarf back around my head.

"See you then Eve."

I shot an apologetic smile of my own his way as I walked out into the large hall of the mansion. I had been staying here for about two months now, here being 'Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters'. Everyone had been very accommodating considering the fuss I had created when they tried to bring me in. In fact, Hank had made it his number one priority to help me grapple and control my mutation as much as possible. Aside from that though, our relationship was very non-existent considering he hardly ever left his laboratory.

But I had grown very close, ironically, to Kurt. Yep, that's right. The mutant I had stabbed and then tried to kill was now one of my closest friends in the mansion. Life was weird like that.

After I had passed out in the Church, I was told that he had carried me and my belongings to the jet and he hadn't stopped looking out for me ever since. I wasn't too sure about him in the beginning, I didn't understand how he wasn't angry at me for what I had done, or why he took such an interest in me but after a while I had learned we weren't that different; we were both outsiders.

"I'm different from everyvon else," I remember him telling me.

"Yeah Kurt, we all are, silly. We're mutants." I had replied mindlessly.

"But I'm..." There had been a long pause, before I heard him chuckle quietly. "Even amongst all zese 'mutants', I still can't find a place vhere I belong."

From then on I began to trust him, even though I never could quite figure out why the other mutants didn't get along with him. I had heard whispers, rumours... But without my sense of sight I could never confirm them. I was aware though, and had been for a while, that Kurt wasn't exactly biologically identical to me. His hands, well, fingers to be exact, were larger than mine, and fewer. He had a tail as well, which I thought was awesome. And sometimes, when my finger brushed over his skin, I swear I could feel scars, or markings maybe... I never asked about them though. But none of this had ever impacted how I thought about him, because I knew him as his extravagant personality and cute accent, rather than his physical appearance.

My thoughts were interrupted by a quite bamf and the strong smell of sulfur.

"Oh geez," I grinned clamping my fingers around my nose and waving my hand around in a very dramatic way. "Either the sewerage is broken or someone hasn't taken out the garbage for three years."

My grin grew wider as I heard a familiar chuckle from behind me.

"Oh geez." Her voice rang in my ears like the giggles of a million fairies. I was hoping to surprise her but I should've known she was too sharp. "Either the sewerage is broken or someone hasn't taken out the garbage for three years." She said clenching her nose with one hand and flailing her other around dramatically.

That made me chuckle. I reached out my tail and caught her wrist, spinning her around and meeting her hands with mine.

"Guten morgen Evelyn," I whispered into her ear.

"Good Kurt," she whispered back. "I swear I've never once seen you wake up before noon," She stated, a playful smile still evident on her face.

"Vell, zhey call me Nightcrawler for a reason." I said moving our linked hands back and forth in a little dance. "Come, vi go eat breakfast now," I stated beginning to pull her to the kitchen before she yanked me back in protest.

"Kurt, it's-," she hesitated, letting go of my hand for a second to feel the hands of the watch on her wrist. "It's almost two in the afternoon, I refuse to eat breakfast at this time."

She was right, but I was hungry and for something sweet like pancakes and not something savoury and 'lunch-y'. I poked out my bottom lip in a show of sadness, knowing she'd be able to sense the emotion since she was holding one of my hands still and sure enough-

"Kurt are you pulling a sad puppy dog face?" she asked me, trying to keep her serious face.

I whined in response.

"All I vant in life iz some pancakes and a friend to eat zem with. I mean, iz ze least you can do since you... stabbed me." I finished dramatically clutching my almost completely healed shoulder.

"Fiiine," she giggled. "I won't eat breakfast again but I could use some afternoon tea, and I think pancakes sound quite appetising."

"Sehr gut," (Very good) I replied, pulling Evelyn close and teleporting us both outside.

It was a beautiful day. The sky was as blue as ever and the soft grass was shimmering with a light sprinkling of moisture. I know Evelyn couldn't really appreciate it but she could still feel the soft warmth of the sun on her face. I removed my hoodie, revealing a plain T-shirt underneath, and laid it on an especially soft mound of grass, to keep Evelyn dry and comfy.

"Vait here, I'll be vite back." I was in the kitchen before she could reply, heading straight to the pantry and beginning to cook up a storm.

I reached up and grabbed a large paper bag filled with flour, letting it fall heavily into my arms. The subtle sharpness of a soft pain echoed down my arm, reminding me of the remains of a wound I had attained about two months ago.

I smiled as I let my memories take me over.

The landing had looked uninhabited when my night vision had kicked in but I could distantly sense the presence of someone else. I had moved further into the room and before I knew it, a knife was on a direct course towards my stomach. The one wielding the knife was strong and determine, but I was limber and fast. A fight broke out. Everything moved so fast, I wasn't even able to steal a glance at my attacker, well, not before they were straddling my hips, with their knife raised high, covered in my blood.

They were a she. Her long wavy, icy blonde hair, clung to her sweaty face, framing a tattered scarf that covered her eyes.

Blind?

I guess that explained the clumsiness of her attacks and I suppose the clicking as well. Maybe some kind of echolocation... I had remembered the term from one of Storm's classes. She wore a pair of loose shorts, and a dark low-necked singlet that exposed her lightly freckled chest, and her defined pink lips were pulled into a tight, fearful frown. Despite the state she was in, and the situation, she was indeed stunning.

It was not the time to be captivated though as I turned my attention to the blood coated knife, hovering above my chest. Who did she think I was? I meant her no harm. She looked absolutely terrified, and so lost; the way I had felt four years ago.

I struggled slightly as the pain from the tear in my shoulder began to set in and felt her cold hand brush my arm.

I wanted so much to tell her she was safe now. That I knew how she felt, that the only thing I wanted to do was make all her fear go away. But all I could mutter was a fearful 'Please'.

Her fear wavered and before I knew it her hand was in mine and memories from long ago flashed before me.

The joy of my long lost family. The pain and fear of the 'Freak Show'.

I saw it and felt it all. So vivd. So agonising.

The girl quickly snatched her hand away and placed her knife to the ground with a trembling hand.

I thought I heard her whisper how sorry she was before her body began to fall to the ground. I moved swiftly, catching her torso in my arms, the pulsing pain in my shoulder numbed by the beauty I looked down on. I had scooped her up and grabbed the rest of the items that had been stuffed in her hiding place and teleported us both to the top of the stairwell where Storm had been pacing anxiously.

Everything after that was a blur.

I had been way too okay with the fact that the wound Evelyn had inflicted upon would leave a scar, when Hank had told me. For some reason I felt that the knife wound had a place amongst the angelic symbols that scattered my body, I couldn't figure out why though.

I had been drawn to her. Most people thought I was crazier than they already assumed I was, asking how I could be so comfortable around a person who could've killed me. But I knew the Professor understood. That's why he had sent me on the mission in the first place; Evelyn and I were very alike. We both fled our past, we both were running from something. I had my demons and she had hers and we both had found shelter in a place much the same. The Professor had known this, and he knew we could find friendship within each other, maybe even answers as well.

And friendship we had found. Once Evelyn had settled in and felt safe, she became a whole other person; filled with energy and happiness. She had trusted me the way I knew I could trust her, and she had cared for me they way no one else ever had. She knew me for me and not for what I looked like.

Speaking of looks, she looked more gorgeous each day. Her icy hair was now double its previous length and wavier than before and her skin was equally creamier and more freckled from when I first met her. And her outfits-

I chuckled out loud at the thought.

Oh her outfits. They never failed to impress and entertain me. She bought all her own clothes and chose all her own outfits, judging the garments solely on their shape and their 'feel'. She insisted that she could tell what the clothes looked like, just by touching them, because they held traces of organic matter. She said she knew when a top was a 'happy' colour or when shoes were a 'angry' shade. I never doubted her for a second, well not until I saw the outfit she had chosen for the day.

Yesterday, I remember, she wore a long peach coloured skirt that reached her ankles, a bright yellow halter neck crop, a pair of light blue strappy sandals, and a mint green scarf around her eyes. I had told her she looked like a walking rainbow and she had happily thanked me as if I had paid her the greatest of compliments. Today, if I remember correctly she wore loose pink shorts and a droopy dark green sweater, with a charcoal scarf around her eyes. I should tell her she looked like a watermelon when I got back. Her daily outfits never fell short of completely unmatched, which always left me excited for the next day and even more exciting was to see wether or not she could pull it off ( ;) ) Because even to this day Evelyn always looked heavenly in everything she wore, from the tattered singlet and shorts from our first encounter, to... well, everything else.

I'm not sure what made her so gorgeous. Maybe it was her soft rosebud lips or maybe the dazzling smile she hid beneath them. Her long slender, freckle kissed legs or her light messy eyebrows. Even her small nails, worn away from years of nervous biting. Or maybe it was all of her. Every tiny tangerine coloured freckle paired with the glossiness of her waist long hair.

But even though she was perfect how I saw her every day, I couldn't forget the way that one glance at her eyes, had stolen my breath away forever.

I had only seen them once.

We had been wrestling in her room... But why though?

Oh I remember; she had disappeared into her wardrobe and reappeared with a bright cherry red leather jacket and a huge grin on her face.

"I bought this yesterday when you were away on a mission," she had stated happily as I stared in horror. "It reminds me off you! Happy, strong, and unique."

"But iz... So, so, red," I had muttered back, horrified at thought I'd have to wear it. I couldn't look good in a bright red jacket, a leather one at that. I mean the jacket would look questionable on a normal person, let alone a blue one.

"Well," Evelyn urged, still a big grin plastered on her face. "Put it on then."

A nervous chuckle escaped my lips as I backed away from her slowly, "Zuh thought iz nice, Evelyn. But I don't sink I'd look good in zat jacket. I vear more.." I glanced down at my largely grey themed outfit, "Plain colours."

"Don't be silly Kurt. You must have always worn bright or sparkly clothes a long time ago, you know, at the circus," Evelyn replied, making a good point.

I had always worn blues, reds, and any other imaginable colour at the circus for performances. But since I came to the mansion I tried as hard as possible to fit in, which hadn't went as well as I'd hoped, being blue and an apparent 'demon' and all.

Anyway back to Evelyn's eyes. She would not take no for an answer so a playful argument broke out which involved her chasing me around the room with the eyesore of a jacket as I teleported (or as she liked to call it; 'bamfd') away from her. We ended up on her bed, both weakly struggling to fight each other away as we tried not to collapse with laughter. During the brawl my tail accidentally tore the material of the scarf she had protecting her eyes, allowing it to fall away. And there I was, my face centimetres away from the most beautiful person I had ever seen, and she was about to get ten times more gorgeous.

Because of her extremely light hair and freckled skin I had always assumed her eyes were blue, maybe dulled slightly due to the lack of sun.

But I could not have been more wrong.

Her eyelids battered softly up and down, and when they finally opened it felt like time was moving in slow motion as I saw the darkest pair of eyes I had ever seen. The pure white surrounding the centre only made the irises it framed seem that much darker. In any normal light her irises were coloured so darkly brown they may have merged with the blackness of her pupil, but the soft afternoon sunlight that filtered through her bedroom window illuminated every single speck of dark auburn that her eyes held. Layers up on layers of a billion orange, red, and brown streaks, woven together like the most delicate silk scarf stared up at me, encasing a dilating pupil as black as the darkest night. The skin framing her eyes was a light layer of scarlet, maybe from the irritation, which only made her look more beautiful. Her eyelashes were icy blonde like her hair, but thick and long enough to be noticeable and her milky tissue paper eyelids held scatterings of tiny purple veins, winding towards her eyebrows like vines towards the sun.

Her eyes must have only been open for a second, but it felt like a life time. I could've sworn I saw a million stars and a thousand constellations hidden in them, but it was over too soon.

Evelyn had quickly snapped her eyes shut and ran to get another scarf, saying over and over that the sun had stung them, but I knew that was not the truth.

"Who are you thinking about?" A voice asked, tearing me from my memories, my nose filling with the strong scent of ... Burning batter?

"Verdammt!" (Damn it) I cried, quickly turning off the stove and tossing the charred pancakes into the bin. I poured another four circles of batter into the pan and then bamfd to the other side of the counter to where the voice had come from.

"Hello Peter," (aka Quicksilver) I said, sitting on a stool next to him and remembering to keep an eye on the pancakes that were cooking. I sarcastically added, "Sanks for telling me zat zey vere burning."

He ran his hand through his silver hair and shrugged, "You looked too contempt in your day dream for me to interrupt. Who exactly were you thinking about?"

I looked over at him quizzically. How did he know it was a 'who' that I was thinking about? Anyway I wasn't going to tell him about Evelyn. It's not like we had a bad relationship, he wasn't afraid of me like all the others were, it's just that we didn't exactly have a good relationship either. He was too busy swooning any girl he could find in and outside of the mansion, to ever really talk to me. That didn't bother me though, as long as he didn't go anywhere near Evelyn. He'd been away a lot recently on missions, so thankfully he hadn't even ran into her yet.

"Now I'm no Professor X," he paused, seeing if I understood what he meant, which I didn't, "You know, a mind reader." He clarified.

I nodded.

"But," he continued. "I know that you were thinking of a 'who' because of the giant, slightly off-putting, grin you had on your face. And I'll bet that the 'who', is a 'she'." He finished with a silver eyebrow raised in question.

He was right, and I knew he could tell that he was.

"Ze pancakes," I replied quickly bamfing away from him and collecting all the finishing touches for afternoon tea.

"So Kurt's got a girlfriend," I heard his voice tease behind me.

"Nein," I replied rather snappily.

I could sense his interest rising, "A crush then?" He asked, standing up and making his way around the counter to me in a split second. When I didn't reply he started guessing, "Jean?" I kept gathering what I needed. "Jubilee?" I was silent.

I heard him gasp quietly, "Not... Cyclops?"

"Nien Nien!" I replied rather annoyed by now. "I need to go."

Before he could push me into insanity I teleported back to Evelyn who looked to be sound asleep on my hoodie, in the warm sun.

"Took you long enough," I jumped slightly as she sat up with a huff.

"I thought you vere asleep," I chuckled in reply, feeling calmed by her mere presence.

"I was honestly about to be," she said giving a few quiet clicks as she collected some pancakes and fruit. "What took you so long."

I thought back to what Peter had said. 'A crush then?' 'A girlfriend' 'The giant grin on your face'. I hadn't ever thought much about my feelings towards Evelyn. We were just best friends, or at least that's what she always called us. She was my only friend. My everything. They way she amused me and made me smile. They way she never judged me how everyone else did. I glanced up at her. The way the afternoon sun was catching in her hair in a way that made it glimmer like newly fallen snow.

Ach due meine Güte... I think I have feelings for Evelyn.

(^Oh my gosh...^)