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High school for you and Scott hadn’t been the best time of your life. Scott was considered a maniac, because a rumor said his big brother had been in a high-security cell in jail for a couple of years. Nobody knew the truth about it so rumors said he was a mass murderer, or a gang member, or both. You were one of the people who truly knew why Alex was there, but that didn’t stop the rumors. You, being Scott’s friend, were just as much an outcast as Scott was.
But that became worse when Scott came to school with tingly and red eyes - it looked like he had been crying the whole morning, but he was just as confused as you were. And when he went to check his eyes in a bathroom, all hell broke loose and his new mutation came through.
He couldn’t go anywhere without a blindfold, because his eyes shot lasers if he tried to open them to see something. And now he considered himself as a freak. He couldn’t go to school anymore, and he didn’t let you to meet him. But one day, Alex helped you with it - nearly threatening to take Scott’s bed away if you guys wouldn’t talk. So he finally agreed to sit down with you.
And as he rambled about his condition, it became clear that he thought you’d just want to tell him that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore. That, of course, wasn’t true.
“Hey, you’re my only friend, but you’re also the best person in the world.” you smiled and nudged Scott. “You always understand me and I’m always having fun with you. Why would I stop being your friend because of this?”
“Because it’s freaky, scary and-”
“No, it’s awesome.” you interrupted him and put your hand on Scott’s shoulder. “It’s badass. And you slammed our class bully to the wall, he deserved that.”
“But I could hurt you.” he sighed and let himself fall on his back on the bed. “What if I’ll hurt you with these?”
“I know you won’t.”
Silence ensued for a moment, before Scott broke it with a sigh.
“Alex says I should go to meet that guy who he met some years ago, Charles Xavier. He said that he could help me to control these. But…” he bit his lip. “I’m not sure if anyone can help me. I can’t even keep it straight because if I open these, I still can’t see much anything else than bright, flashing red. I’d just be burning holes through people. I don’t want to kill anyone.”
You gave Scott a reassuring smile, though being aware he didn’t see it. “I believe he could help you. He’s a professor in these things after all.”
Silence again, before Scott sat up with a sigh and a smile towards your direction. “Thank you. For always being there for me.”
“That’s what friends are for”, you chuckled and gave a fistbump to Scott’s hand which rested on his lap.