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*KA-BOOM*
Violently shaking your body, your eyes shot opened due to the frightening sound of thunder outside your curtain-covered windows. Blinking once, blinking twice and thrice, you sat upward almost silently, still soaked in drowsiness. Getting off your comfortable bed, you found yourself walking towards the kitchen, wanting a glass of water. Reaching the sink, you opened the faucet, letting water pour into your favorite cup before taking a sip of the cool liquid. After a few minutes, you finished replenishing your midnight thirst, rinsed the mug and put it back where it belonged. Turning your heels back to where you came from, you laid your back on the sheets with a thud and soon fell into a deep slumber.
Morning had come, along with the sound of birds chirping on your flowerbeds, signaling another day. You shifted your body, trying to turn away from direct sunlight on your beautiful face. Rubbing the tiredness from your eyes, you stretched, yawned before landing your bare feet on the soft rug underneath your bed and exiting your bedroom. You entered the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet, took out everything you needed and did your morning routines. It wasn’t too long until you finished them all. Walking to the kitchen, you planned to have chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast; you’ve always had a big sweet tooth.
As soon as you had every ingredient necessary, you heated the pan and began cooking. Hearing the sizzling sound of the frying pan had always been a pleasant habit of yours. It took you about 10 minutes before you could set those perfect pancakes in a dish, onto your dining table neatly. Sitting down, you began enjoying how delicious they taste between your teeth. A little while passed, it was time to clean up if you wanted to not get detention on your first day. Quickly but carefully, you washed the remaining dirty bits on that dish before setting it to dry. Then, you opened the fridge to have some orange juice, closed it and headed for the front door. Locking it with a click, you ran to the school bus.
After saying hello to the bus driver, you scanned around to find an empty seat. Your eyes lay upon one, as your feet started walking to it before someone else had the chance. Quietly, you took that vacancy next to a white-ish blue haired boy. He was looking out the bus window, but he swiftly turned his gaze to look at you when you sat down near him. “Hello,” you said, smiling at your schoolmate. His eyes studied your figure for a mere second before he greeted you back with a sly grin. A simple conversation occurred from that point. You were curious about his hair, asked about it and got your answer. His hair was all natural, which was somewhat weird; it made you wonder about his parents’ hair combo. He also had some questions for you, which you gladly replied. Exchanging names, ages, class number, you found out that he was called Pietro Maximoff, a year above you, currently studying in class 2-3 and 3-1.
The bus stopped at every student’s destination. Saying a friendly goodbye to your new male acquaintance, you stood up and started walking to the school entrance, completely unaware of Pietro’s gaze following your silhouette. Meeting your friends, going to class together had always been how you began a typical school day. Glancing back at the bus, you shrugged, finding no sight of the unique hair color. Shame, you wanted to take one last look at that very handsome face of his. Oh well, it was already time to get to class. Your guts ensured you that you would meet him again, soon. Little did you know, your intuition was right. When school was finally over, you waved goodbye to your friends, heading in an opposite direction.
Casually walking home on the concrete pavements is one of your hobbies. You loved watching how all leaves ruffle each time the wind blows beneath the golden sunlight of a warm afternoon. You loved the scent of freshly baked pies displaying on your neighbor’s window each time you walked pass their residencies. You also loved the sound of little children ringing their kiddie bicycles’ bells at the corner of the street. Humming your favorite tune, you skipped to the rhythm, not noticing a glint of silver breeze brushing through your hair. Reaching your apartment, you glanced upward and stopped in your tracks. There was someone strange, yet familiar standing on your porch. You swore there was no other one with hair like that.
“Pietro, right?”
“Oh, hey there!”
“What are you doing here?”
“I followed you.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope~”
“Then how did you arrive before me?”
“I’m really…REALLY quick.”
“Uh huh… And I should believe you because?”
“Watch this!”
You were utterly confused, not knowing what to expect of his next move. Feeling a gush of wind on your skin, you no longer saw Pietro in front of you. Blinking once, and you were surprised when Pietro appeared again out of nowhere, with a bag of chips in his hand. He handed you that piece of junk food, grinning widely. Tilting your head to the side, you thought it was quite a trick he did, or was it? You didn’t want to be impolite, leaving his hand hanging in the air like that, so you graciously took his gift. When your fingers slightly grazed his own, you smiled, muttering a thank you.
“Where did you get it?”
“Read the labels.”
“It’s…German?”
“Yep~ Took a little trip to Germany and stole it~”
“W-What?”
“I said-”
“No, I heard. But you stole this? How?”
“You care more about the stealing part than the Germany part? Wow.”
“Of course. Stealing is wrong.”
“Heh, you’re interesting. Let’s be friends!”
“Sure. As soon as you return this.”
Right at the moment you finished that sentence, Pietro was gone. Feeling determined to find the secrets to his tricks, you searched around for some sorts of magic tools but you found none. You were so focused on the self-given task that you didn’t pay attention to the blue headed guy who had just returned. Pietro was now staring at you, wondering what you were up to. He could have made his presence known easily, but he decided on silence, in order to watch your movements. You were peaking your head behind the bushes, using your hands to poke through the greens, with full intentions of finding out whatever you needed to confirm your suspicions. About three seconds later, Pietro ran out of patience, as he tapped your shoulder.
“I’m back!”
“Wah! P-Pietro?!”
“That’s me. Hi~”
“You scared the crap out of me!”
“Yeah. Sorry…notreallysorry.”
“How come you’re back already?”
“I returned a long LONG while ago. You were too busy to notice me.”
“…So you weren’t kidding about being quick.”
“Told ya~ You oughtta listen next time.”
“How fast are you?”
“Faster than the speed of sound, but not as much as the speed of light.”
“Really? Show me.”
“I could, but you won’t be able to see my form, not exactly.”
“Show me anyways.”
“Ok. Ready? 1, 2, 3!”
At the count of three, Pietro began running in circles around you. He was right; you couldn’t see him at all. However, you did catch a blurry glimpse of matte white wind whirling and surrounding your frame. It must be his hair, you thought. Suddenly, you found Pietro standing still in front of you, smirking with full-throttle confidence. You opened your mouth, then closed it, trying to find the right words to express your emotions. This happened for a moment before Pietro snapped his fingers, pulling you out of your train of thoughts. Your eyes found his nearly jet black ones before you raised your voice.
“Holy mother of cookies.”
“I know. I’m awesome~”
“…I thought I was alone.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“We’re alike. It’s easier if I just show you.”
You pulled Pietro to your front door, unlocking it, and entered. As soon as Pietro were inside your house, you closed the door, locking it again. Signaling him to join you in the living room, you put your hands on his shoulder and sat him down on your couch. You wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t freak out so you warned him in advance and told him to stay put no matter what you do. Having a wide smile on his face, he nodded in agreement. Pietro was excited, you could tell. Walking backwards from where he was sitting, you turned your back to him, took off your jacket, then your shirt, then your bra, revealing your top body wholly. While you were stripping, Pietro’s heart rate increased rapidly; he wasn’t sure of what you were about to do. He placed one finger on his lips; his eyes were glued on the smoothness of your skin, entirely anticipating.
Feeling the drop of temperature against your body, you shivered a bit before covering your front. You turned your head to ask Pietro one last time, as he confirmed his willingness once again. Inhaling a breath of air, you arched your back and let your secret unveil. Pietro could only stare at the newfound image in amazement. On your back, there was a pair of wings; one of them had black feathers while the other one has white. They were more magnificent than anything he had ever seen. You folded your wings half way, not wanting to knock down the furniture and turned to look at him, waiting for some remarks. Pietro’s eyes were still fixed on your wings, as they moved to cover your front fully for you to keep both hands at your sides. He removed himself from the couch; he was now only one meter away from you.
“Well? Say something?” you locked your orbs with his, expecting him to break the tension inside you. “…Beautiful,” he reached out to touch one of your wings; the compliment made you blush and the action caused your wings to flutter. “Oh, I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable,” he added, taking his hand away. “No, it’s alright,” you moved closer to him, assuring him of your consent. “Thank you,” his fingers lightly caressed your primary feathers, tickling you a bit. That was the first time anyone had ever seen your wings, let alone touch them. Small giggles escaped your lips, turning his attention back to you and your body. A tint of pink appeared on his cheeks, but he instantly wiped it away by returning his focus on your white wing. His hand trailed along the ivory feathers before pushing through the first layer. You gasped at the sudden sensation, but you didn’t stop him. He continued tracing more of your feathers, massaging them in the progress. Your breathing pattern was turning ragged and you were not sure of the reason. The feeling he gave wasn’t distressing you or anything, so why?
During the contact, your face had turned all shades of red, your stomach was forming knots; then your heart almost leaped out of your chest. Shortly after, you realized your body was drenched in heat, the unholy kind. Even though you didn’t hate the feeling, you couldn’t allow him to continue. You had just met him; you barely knew anything about him besides his name, his age, his class, his appearance and his ability. Putting a hand up, you told him to stop with a shaky voice. Pietro immediately removed his hand from where he had been, afraid that he had hurt you. Turning away from him again, you retracted your wings into your body, as you hurriedly put on your clothes, earning another longing gaze from Pietro. From behind, you could hear him apologizing.
“I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”
“…No, it wasn’t pain. It’s just…my wings are not used to physical contact.”
“So I’m the first?”
“Yes. Does that weird you out?”
“No. In fact, it’s the opposite.”
“What?”
“I’m ecstatic! A bit honored, too.”
“Why? They’re nothing special.”
“Are you kidding?! They are extraordinary!”
“…Really?”
“Believe me. I would give you anything just to see them again.”
“You don’t have to go that far, Pietro.”
“Are you saying that I’m gonna get a second glance?”
“Sure. And if you stop stealing things, I’ll let you touch them, too.”
“You pulled a hard bargain, but sure!”
Pietro extended his arm, ready to give you a handshake. You smiled brightly before taking his hand, firmly shaking it, sealing the deal. He plopped down on your couch again; you followed suit. Turning on the TV, you placed your eyes on the screen while he placed his on you. All of a sudden, an idea popped into your head as you jumped off the seat and ran to get the game console. When you returned, you asked Pietro to set everything up correctly because you were to challenge him with your favorite game. A smug grin appeared on his face when he told you that he was a Master Gamer, and that you would lose miserably. “Oh, we shall see about that,” you sneered at him. Thus, the game was on; and it did not stop until the stars came out. Altogether, your afternoon was well spent. Escorting Pietro to the front door, you told him good night, as you patted his shoulder, deciding that a hug would be too soon. He appeared on the sidewalk in less than a second and waved goodbye at your direction before you closed the door. Looking up at the sky, Pietro wondered how wonderful it would be if he could watch you fly, someday.