The Dawn of Darkness

by Zedloves_skeletons

Summary:

Christopher Xavier is a young boy, and is secretly the younger half brother of THE CHARLES XAVIER! Chris like most main characters, wasn't liked. Most students at his schools would tease and bully him constantly. But found some light when meeting his new neighbour, Peter Maximoff. The two become friends, yet a few unexpected things happen.
Will the two friends survive? Get powers and become mutants like a few other people? Or will they perish, who knows... read and you might find out!

[UNFINISHED, WORK IN PROGRESS!]

Notes:

Yo i might be slow when adding new chapters cuz thats just me lmao. uh slight swear warning i tink.
Also english isn't my first language either, sorry if some sentences and stuff sound weird hehe.

Chapter 1: The Birth of Christopher Xavier

It was raining heavily outside. The people who walked outside would be drenched completely but this is just standard spring weather.

April was always so rainy, especially in New York.
The weather was always so depressing, it made people who lived in this weather wonder if perhaps they were unlucky.

It isn’t the most ideal area to be stuck in.

From inside a hospital was a family of four. The mother who had just given birth was Sharon Xavier, her new husband, Kurt Marko, stood far back from the bed as Kurt’s first biological son, Cain, read a book. Then the son of Sharon Xavier and her original husband, paced around.

Charles didn’t want to be here with Mr Marko or his half brother Cain, so only came for his mother. He cared deeply for his mom, even if Sharon neglected him when he was younger.

The secret mutant paced around. The twenty-three year old could be doing something productive.
But he had to be here, he didn’t want to be a deadbeat brother, because that’ll just cause some major issues and Charles doesn’t need more problems.

He already has enough problems with his whole family- or at least the family members who are actually still alive.

Minutes pass and a doctor walks in, followed by a nurse holding a baby who was crying so much.

Kurt, Cain, and Charles looked at the doctor. Charles could see people closing the curtains to his mother’s bed, that couldn’t be good.

The doctor interrupted the telepath's thoughts and spoke up.

“The operation went almost smoothly.” The doctor started. “Yet Sharon didn’t make it.” He bluntly said. Kurt hid his smirk at the news as Cain looked at the doctor and nurse.

“Did she name the baby before she died?” He asks with curiosity, acting like he cared for his newborn brother.

“Yes. She named the boy Christopher Brian Xavier.” The doctor sighed to himself.

Quickly after that conversation, the baby stops crying. Kurt rolls his eyes, of course she named the child with her last name, typical of stubborn and bratty women the older man thought.

Charles looks intrigued with the baby. The young adult smiled a bit at the youngling as the doctor gave the small boy to Charles, deeming him the most trustworthy of responsibility there.

The telepath cradles a young Christopher in his arms with such care. Knowing once he left for Oxford he wouldn’t be able to see much of Chris anymore.
Charles cherished these moments hoping he’ll be able to see his baby brother grow up.

The man knew the difference between right and wrong and it felt wrong to leave this tiny and innocent infant with Kurt Marko of all people. The secret mutant knew Mr Marko and how he played favorites. Charles saw how the old man treated himself with pride and goodness. Yet Mr Marko treats his actual son, Cain, like complete shit.

Charles took in Christopher's appearance. He’ll never forget those happy sky eyes that shined on him with joy and trust.

Years that would pass by couldn’t make him forget the child who was his half brother.

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Charles left the big dream house for Oxford as the big mansion was in his name. Meaning his step-dad and half brother couldn’t live there. Forcing Mr Marko to move.

Kurt Marko and Chris Xavier moved into a rich looking house just outside of Washington, DC. The place was too big for just a child and adult, yet Mr Marko didn’t care. As long as he looked good, he’d be fine.

Christopher lived with not many friends. His brother, Charles, was busy with the dream of mutant and human peace. Chris wished Charles could've had time for him but understood why he didn't get the attention he yearned for.

Christopher even saw Charles on the TV, around the year 1962, fighting some man he called ‘Magneto’. That put Chris in a bad mood. He didn’t want his older brother getting hurt, even if he barely knew him.

Chris never got to bond with either of his brothers much so he was left alone for so long. No friends, and barely a proper family.

He got jealous of those with a better life than him. He just wanted to be shining and not the one always in the shadows.
Christopher wanted a purpose for his life, he didn't wanna keep going as the nerd people picked on. But that's how it seems his life will go for the rest of life, much to his own annoyance. But maybe one day he’ll escape all that drama and have some peace. But for now his childhood would be broken and torn.

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The lonely boy was playing on his dirty front yard, kicking a soccer ball by himself as he saw a moving truck and a car. His curiosity was piqued quickly. Chris noticed it was specifically a moving truck.

Christopher was aware his old neighbours moved out so he predicted that these new people were moving in next door. He’d hoped that maybe this was a family that had a kid so he could try to make a friend, because normally in school he’s that shy kid that no one bothers with.

Christopher continued to toss the ball between his hands as the car and truck inched closer, soon parking outside the house beside Chris’.

The young boy looked carefully at the car to see who his new neighbours were.

First appeared was most likely a middle aged woman with messy auburn hair that was tied back into a ponytail with a bright green scrunchie. She had some eye bags under her eyes that didn’t seem to match her bright outfit.

Chris stopped staring when he thought it was just the woman moving in with the help of a moving truck.

Then his blue-grey eyes seemed to look back at the car when he heard a younger voice.

He placed the ball beside him, making sure it wouldn’t roll away as he intently stared. Wanting a face to match the young vocalizer. And soon he did.

Chris got to see a boy, about his age with light blonde hair, which was quite the difference between the woman who Christopher presumed to be the boy's mother.

The little blonde kid was running around in the driveway. The new neighbor would probably not be much help in moving objects into the house.

Chris continued to stare as the woman grabbed stuff from the moving truck and the boy ran around.

The darker haired male would want to go up to the other kid but was too shy to do so.

Chris thought the kid was cool, he had light up shoes. No one else his age (which was around eleven ish years old) did, but it seems the new neighbour did!

Christopher stayed where he was, holding the ball in his hands. The eleven year old wouldn’t admit that he was a teeny bit jealous of the kid with light up shoes.

Minutes would pass by until the blonde kid would notice the other boy on the curb of the neighbouring house. He decided to go up to the ball playing boy.

“Who are you?” The new kid with big brown eyes asked.
“Christopher- most people call me Chris though.” The other replied quietly. Suddenly feeling nervous. Chris thought he was met with the coolest kid ever.
“Cool. I’m Pietro, but everyone calls me Peter. Wanna play ball?” The blonde kid finally had a name to match his face.

Chris grinned a bit at the offer, finally he wouldn’t be so alone.
“Sure!”

The two boys just did random stuff with the ball, not even playing soccer with it. But at least they were having fun, and at least Chris wouldn’t ever be alone ever again.

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Soon the two got bored of playing ball and sat on the curb to Peter’s new house in some silence. Until the blonde gets an idea and smirks to himself.

“You like ice cream, dude?” Pietro, or rather Peter, asked. Chris could sense the mischievousness radiating off of the other.

“Yeah.. Why do you ask?” Chris soon replied, crossing his arms over his chest, thinking it made him look cooler.

“Me and my mom drove past an ice cream place. We can go there.” Says the brown-eyed boy.

 

“With what money?” the shyer of the two questioned curiously.

“With my mom’s money, duh!” Peter declared with a grin.

“What if she says no?” Chris inquired.

“We’re not even gonna ask, we’re gonna steal it, dingus.” Peter announced, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But stealing is bad!” The other argued. Chris was taught stealing was bad and you’d be punished horribly.

“So? Not like we’ll get caught.” The smirking boy gets up and starts walking off to his car. Christopher quickly gets up and follows, muttering things under his breath.

Once they got to the car Peter opened the back door and took out a crochet purse, looking inside and soon his eyes lit up like his shoes when he pulled out what appears to be a wallet.

“Sooo, you wanna come with me or be a baby and stay?” Peter asked.
Chris thought he was a bit of a jerk but he didn’t have anyone else to hangout with so he didn’t complain about that.

“I-I-I’m not a baby!” Was what he complained about, crossing his arms like a toddler.

“Then come on dude!” exclaimed the kid with the light up shoes as he started to run towards the sidewalk. Somehow his mother didn’t notice.

Chris chased after him, still worrying.

“Won’t your mom notice you're gone? Or that she has less money in her wallet?!--” Christopher rambled with concern in his voice as he speed-walked after Peter.

The new neighbour continued walking, ignoring Chris’ worries. Acting like he couldn’t hear the boy.

And Peter would continue to ignore Chris until they got to the ice cream store.

“Alright now shush. We’re getting ice cream, so you're welcome.” Peter said as he opened the ice cream store's door. Chris followed after, letting out a sigh to himself.

The duo enter and go right to the counter where a woman with her cleavage out speaks to them.

“So, what do you two kiddies want!” She had a whiney voice in Chris’ opinion. Christopher also thought the lady should cover up.

Then he noticed Peter staring at her boobs and nudged him, giving a harsh look. The blonde glared and looked back up somewhat respectfully at the girl.

“I’ll get a butter pecan in a cone.” Replied Peter as he leaned on the glass counter and propped his elbows on it. The boy was nine and was trying to get the interest of someone who was at least twenty.

The girl nodded with a grin as she looked at Chris.

“And what d’ya want?” She questioned.

“Uh…” Chris wasn’t sure. He stared at the selections. The dark haired boy was rarely allowed ice cream, or anything sweet so he didn’t know what flavour to get. Then he settled on something basic.

“Chocolate in a cone…” He mumbled, glancing away. God he hated talking to girls, or let alone people. Chris was surprised he could casually talk to Peter even!

The lady nodded and prepared the ice creams.

Peter continued to glance at the ladies tits with a slight smirk.

“Stop staring at her chest… It’s impolite.” Chris whispered to the other boy. His British accent was thick so it was hard to understand when he spoke in a jumbled whisper.

“Whatcha say, Brit-Boy?” Peter questioned as he stopped leaning on the counter and turned his head to look at Christopher with a confused look.

“I said: stop staring at her chest, it’s impolite.” The more introverted one repeated, making sure his annunciation was correct and understandable.

“Are you always this much of a fun sucker, bro?” The blonde asked with a bored expression.

“I am not a ‘fun sucker’ for your information!” The raven haired boy responded with a childish pout.

Before they could argue more about staring at someone's breast and who was more of a fun sucker they were interrupted by the arrival of the ice creams.

“Here ya’ go boys! That’ll be 90 cents.”

Peter nodded at her and pulled out a one dollar bill, and was given back ten cents.

The blonde took both ice creams and didn’t give Chris his until they were out of the store. Though the more responsible boy out of the two didn’t mind waiting an extra three seconds.

Soon Peter spoke up after their silent walk back home, licking his delicious ice cream as him and Chris walked back to their neighbourhood

“Ya’ think i could shoot my shot with her, Brit-Boy?” Peter asked, his smirk was honestly permanent.

“Bloody ‘ell! Course not she’s like twenty and you’re like a kid!” Chris exclaims, throwing one arm up into the air dramatically.
He didn’t wanna throw his other arm up due to not wanting to drop his ice cream.

“I don’t mind an age gap.” The brown eyes that Peter had twinkled in mischief.

“God, I didn’t know my new neighbour would be so weird.” Sighed Chris as he licked his chocolate ice cream.

“Says you. You’re british.” Responds Peter.

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The two walked back home, having a few arguments but came back safe and sound. The moving truck was still there and it seemed Peter’s mom was oblivious from their little escapade.

Though they were interrupted from whatever they were chatting about by Pete’s mom.

“Peter! Your bed is set up, how about you get some sleep, it's getting late after all.” The woman calls out to the blonde. Peter groans in annoyance and Chris tries not to snicker.

Peter turned to look at Chris and said the following.

“See ya’ later, Brit-Boy.”
“Yeah see you later, blondie.”

The two go their separate ways and enter their own houses.

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Chris is disappointed as he enters his home. He wanted to spend more time with his new chaotic acquaintance, or were they now friends? He himself wasn’t sure but he was just glad he could have someone to hang out with.

He tried to be quiet as he went up the stairs in his gloomy house. Walking past all the rooms and walking the long hallways until he got to his bland room.

He didn’t have any funky or cool things in his room. His father didn’t allow it, much to his annoyance.

Chris closed the door behind him as he looked into his closet for pajamas as he glanced out the window. Peter’s mom was right, it was pretty late after all.

Christopher changed from his somewhat formal clothes into pajamas.

His PJ’s was just an Elvis Presley shirt he had managed to get from a thrift store and some baggy sweatpants.

After getting changed he collapsed onto his bed. His face in his pillow with no blankets on him, only underneath him, but the eleven year old could care less and fastly went to sleep.

Chapter 2: Unwanted Child

Summary:

So Chrissy is forcefully woken up by Peter and they chill but as the sun sets they have to go home. Y'all get to see Christopher's relationship with his father, Kurt Marko.
TW: Abuse

Sunlight seeped into Christopher's room, blinding his eyes. He always forgets to close his curtains before he goes to bed.

Chris sits up and lets out a big and tired yawn. A frown on his face as he wished he could have slept in more.

He takes in his familiar surroundings and gets up slowly, trying not to stand up too fast.

Then he heard something hit his window. His head whips towards the sound, almost giving him whiplash.

Chris was confused by the sound and took a few steps towards the glass peeking out and seeing a familiar blonde boy throwing pebbles at his closed window.

Chris resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That was his window after all and he didn’t want pebbles being thrown at it!

Though he did still open his window so he could shout to Peter more clearly.

“Why are you throwing pebbles at my window, you bloody nutter!” Chris exclaimed to the other boy who was far below him. Having a glare placed firmly on the blonde.

“I didn’t want to wait any longer for you to be awake.” Peter replies, not quite finished with his sentence. Chris notices that mischievous grin from yesterday appearing once again.

“So hurry up and come down here!” The blonde boy adds with some sass laced into his voice.

“Bloody ‘ell mate. Be patient!” Chris shouts back at him. His accent was always thicker when he was tired.

“Just come down here, Brit-Boy.” Peter soon stopped throwing pebbles at his window. Tossing them to the side.

Chris sighs and closes his window. He actually closed his curtain for once and got changed in his room. Sporting a plain red ringer tee and navy blue pants with flared ends.

He takes his sweet ass time to style his raven coloured hair in the mirror. Making sure it looks presentable and nice. Or at least nice to his father’s opinion.

Christopher soon is finished with his ideal look for the day and opens his door and walks out of his room and back downstairs. Deciding to just skip his breakfast and go straight to the new kid on the block.

The boy puts on his shoes and leaves the house. The summer heat hitting his face. God why was it so bright outside, it bugged his vision.

Soon Chris manages to walk up to Peter, crossing his arms over his chest casually.

“SO what did you need?” Christopher questions, holding back a sigh.

“Everything's boring. You were the only interesting thing yesterday so ya’ better live up to that again.” The blonde teases with a smirk.

Peter wore a shirt with many bland stripes and tighter blue-black pants. His blonde hair was barely styled; it just looked like a complete mess.

Chris takes in the other eleven year old's appearance, noticing the other didn’t have his light up shoes. At the moment it would be Christopher’s only concern currently.

“What happened to your light up shoes?” The raven haired boy speaks, arching a subtle brow.

“Can’t a guy have different pairs of shoes?” Peter’s mischievous smirk was still there and everlasting.

Christopher rolled his eyes in response. God this new kid on the block was idiotic.

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The duo would walk around the neighbourhood with each other, slightly bored because there's not much to do. Normally the summertime is more fun than this.

Neither of them told their parents that they were leaving their houses or even the area. They just walked off in the summer heat. Only thinking about themselves.

Christopher doesn't have any friends so he's glad that Peter is hanging out with him. Though the voice in his head says the friendship wouldn’t last long. But He hopes it's just his mind overthinking.

The two boys walk to the nearest park. They hadn't got a clue on what said park was called but they had their own fun with each other. Swinging on the swings, chasing each other around or building a crappy sand castle.

The boys have just been with each other all day. Just enjoying each other's company. though after a long day in the park, the sun would eventually set. meaning they would and should have to head home.

And in which they did.
They walked shoulder to shoulder along the sidewalks, giggling to each other about something stupid, silly and dumb.

Peter and Chris got to their houses and gave each other a temporary goodbye. Promising to hangout tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after… And so on.

 

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Chris after waving his goodbyes to his new friend, walks into his own house that he shares with his alcoholic father, Kurt Marko. As mentioned earlier, Mr Mark isn't a good father. He was really only nice towards Charles and of course the older Xavier isn't there anymore.

Christopher wishes Charles was around more. He knows Charles has big dreams and plans for these mutants or whatever but Chris wished he was important like that to Charles. He gave up on trying to send him letters or phone calls. He'd never get a response to his letters and due to it being the 1960s phones were still underdeveloped and not the greatest.

Chris misses his brother. Even if he had really only talked to him a few times when Charles wasn’t busy.

At least to his memory. Maybe Charles was around more when he was a baby. But he hadn't got a clue, after all that was years ago and he wouldn't remember those days.

Anyways, Christopher sneaks back into his house trying to be quiet. though he could hear his father shout once he closed the door behind him.

“You were supposed to make me dinna’, boy!“ Shouts Mr Marko in annoyance. Chris can recognise that's his drunk voice. When his father is drunk, it's never any fun.

“I'm sorry father. I got distracted with the new neighbour.” Christopher replied calmly. He knew not to raise his voice or he'd get a beating for just sounding annoyed.

“We have a new neighbour?” Mr Marko questions , a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Yes…” the younger male spoke quietly as he walked into the living room where his father was.

“Well- that's not the point. The topic is about dinner. And how your fag ass didn't make a meal! “ The adult raises his voice. Having a firm glare on his son.

Christopher didn't want to be called the f-slur but knew he couldn't do anything about it so he just went along with it. Not talking back.

“You're a damn mistake. I have no idea why your mom wanted you to exist. Charles was enough.” Mr Marko would blab on about this. He always liked Charles the most .

“Well where is Charles?” Christopher interrupted his rambling with his question.

the father went up to Chris, leaning in to get into his face, smirking.

“Doing something with his life that isn't just standing’ around.” Mr Marko would say, raising his hand up to firmly slap Christopher across the face.

Chris would bite his lip to not make any sound. Though his cheek hurt a lot. He wasn't sure why his own dad never liked him at all. Was he that bad a son? Surely not, right? He's kind and quiet. shouldn't that be enough?
Not like his other interests actually matter to anyone.

Chris just sucks up the pain in his face, not looking at his grumpy dad. Mr Marko after a few seconds gets bad that his wimp of a son couldn’t even look at him.

“Look at me!” Mr Marko shouted loudly. Staring deeply at him as Chris didn't look back up.

 

“I said look UP!” He repeated . Grabbing Chris’ wrist firmly. Mr Marko had quite the tight grip,

Chris is definitely going to have a bruise of sorts in the morning or even sooner.

Christopher finally looked up at his dad, fear in his blueish eyes.

After a few intense seconds of staring, Chris’ father let go of his wrist but still had a glare.

“God you’re even worse than Cain…” Mr Marko would mutter under his breath as he went back to his seat in the living room to sit down.

Chris slowly walked away and up the steps to his room.
Tears in his eyes. Why couldn’t his father just love him? Maybe his mother should’ve just stopped at Charles and not have him.

Christopher went into his bedroom quietly. Making sure he made no noise when he closed the door behind him.

After a few seconds contemplating what had just happened, he took a few steps over to his bed and collapsed on it. His face in his pillow as he sobbed and sobbed.

Was he truly a mistake? He wasn’t sure. All he wanted in life was to make his unloving father be proud of him. It was a silly dream, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that his wish would never be answered.

Christopher doesn’t want to be the unwanted child but it appears he is and will forever be unloved by his father.

He cried into his pillow for hours. Knowing his father wouldn’t apologise or go check up on him.
That would be way too nice for Mr Marko’s standards. So the old scientist continued watching his shows downstairs as his son was crying because of his own words.

Christopher just hoped tomorrow would be a better day. And maybe he might see Peter again.

But for now, he cries into his pillow as he slowly drifts off into a long sleep.

Notes:

We just gotta love angst right??? Well i hope so. But not to worry my beautiful dum-dums there will be some happiness later in this story. But it can't always be fluff. Teehee

Chapter 3: End of summer break, hello school!

Summary:

School starts again for our favourite new duo and you get to learn that Chris gets bullied. Cause thats like an important thing for main characters lmao.

Days passed quickly, and Chirs and Peter continued to hang out with each other. Typically in the park to play some ball or go to the arcade to see if the games were working or not.

But now it is the end of the summer already. So that meant school was back in business.

Christopher Xavier was starting his first year of middle school.

Coincidentally Christopher’s neighbour, aka Peter, was also starting middle school at the exact same place.
The school’s name was Washington Middle School. Pretty basic name.

Christopher was all dressed and ready. He had finished his breakfast which was just some good old Rice Krispie Cereal.

The boy was all ready and complete for school so naturally he headed out. His musty blue backpack on his shoulders and a smile on his face.

He knew he would have to walk to school, he always had to. Ever since grade two.

It was made obvious his father didn’t care enough to drive him to school.

As Christopher strolled along the broken sidewalk to school he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

“Brit-Boy, wait up!”

The voice of course was none other than Peter. Aka the kid who bothers Chris everyday. But they’re somewhat friends.

“Are you following me or somethin’?” Chris asked once Peter got to him. The two walked shoulder to shoulder.

“No, this is the way to my new school apparently. Or that’s what my mom said at least.” The blonde boy responded. Explaining himself.

“Oh… Well this is the way to my school as well.” Says Chris as he glances at Peter and they make brief eye contact. He quickly looks away but Peter holds his firm stare with his amber eyes.

“Cool.” Is all Peter replies with, seeming disinterested.

The two continue walking together until their school pops up into view.

“This school looks boring.” Peter mutters under his breath.

“Maybe it's more nicer on the inside.” Says the other tween boy.

Xavier and Maximoff soon walked past other students.

Kids from Chris’ elementary school smirked and snickered at him.

Christopher wasn’t a well liked kid amongst the students. Poor kid was always bullied.
People thought he was a brat, a freak, a loser. All those nasty things you could think of.

Though of course, he wasn’t any of those. Well maybe he was a bit of a loser.

Chris simply looked straight down to avoid people's looks. Peter noticed and whispered into his ear curiously.

“Why does everyone look at you that way?” He questioned. Trying to act nonchalant but he slightly looked concerned, despite trying to mask it.

The raven haired boy simply just shrugged. Barely even sure himself.

Peter wrapped an arm around his shoulders, it looked like an awkward side hug but he kept his arm there for the rest of the stroll in the hallways of the school.

Thankfully they shared the same homeroom. So when they got in there they took a seat on the floor. Their backs against the wall and their shoulders touching once again.

All the other kids hung around not paying much mind to the duo.

Then Christopher frowned when he saw a student walk in.

This random kid was named Jason James. Aka, Chris’ number one bully in all grades, ever since the very start of elementary school.

Everyone else went quiet once Jason came in. He was wealthy, handsome, and pretty popular. He had a perfect face, brown hair, green eyes, all those pretty features a boy could have and want. But he was a massive jerk. So everyone who wasn’t Jason’s friend tried to stay away from him.

Jason smirked once he set his sight on Christopher and the blond boy beside him. Though he only cared to torment Chris.

“Oh look, it's pathetic, Christopher Xavier!” Jason snickered as the teacher was too busy on his phone to pay any mind to the words being spat out into the air.

Peter glared at Jason. He was normally laid-back and didn’t do much when someone was being bullied, yet for some reason he felt a strong urge to at least try to stand up for Chris, though he didn’t speak up, yet.

Yet thoughts were interrupted when Christopher spoke directly towards the other guy.

“Leave me alone, Jason…” He spoke softly with a frown.

“Don’t wanna!” Jason sneered at the boy who sat on the ground. He soon paid some more attention to the other kid beside him.

“Whose this you got, Chrissy? You finally made a friend?” The bully couldn’t believe it. How did Christopher of all people gain an actual ally, it was utter blasphemy.

Christopher didn’t reply; he just quietly glanced at Peter, then the floor. Not reaching anyones gaze.

“Oh don’t be silent, ya’ loser!” Jason says to Chris as he soon walks forward enough to be in front of the duo, looking down on them.

“So, new kid.” He addresses Peter. “What’s your name?”

Peter looks up at the green eyed jerk. His face shows disinterest.

“My name is Peter.” He responds. Not even bothering to give him his actual name, which mentioned earlier was Pietro.

Jason arched a brow as he crossed his arms over his chest, he seemed unimpressed with the new kid on the block.

“Y’know you shouldn't be friends with Chris. He’s bad luck.” Jason speaks with a sly smile.

“Well at least he’s nicer than you.” Peter grins back at Jason.

The other kids in this room were surprised. Who did this kid think he was? Normally no one dares speak against the great and cool Jason James of all people. Yet it seemed this blond kid had some confidence in himself compared to everyone else nearby in the room.

“I’m just speaking the truth! Chris is a massive loser.” Jason states, his green eyes now glaring at Peter. “Everybody knows this.” He adds.

“Well so far he’s pretty cool.” Peter retorted. He stood up quickly. He was just a bit taller than Jason.

When Peter stood up, Chris did as well.

Jason was just about to throw another insult until the bell rang, signalling that the other classes were now in session and they should head out.

James left Maximoff and Xavier alone as he stormed out and off to another class.

Peter and Chris walked to their next class quietly.

Though the quieter of the two was thankful to have this new and confident kid by his side.

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The day went by fairly quickly. Thankfully no one bothered either Chris or Peter.

The whole situation in the homeroom made it to the majority of the other tweens. People were silently impressed and amazed with this new kid.

The newer duo walked out of the school once all the classes were done. Excited to leave.

Peter was practically dragging Christopher away and onto the sidewalk to head towards the ice cream place. The same place they first met when Peter moved into their shared neighbourhood.

The two entered the place, seeing the familiar woman in the revealing shirt.

“Back once again boys?” She grinned and Peter smiled back as Chris stood awkwardly nearby.

“Yep-a-roo!” Peter exclaimed happily.

“The usual?” The woman asks.

Chris and Peter both nod.

The lady scoops out one butter pecan in a cone for the blond and a chocolate cone for the black haired boy.

Chris pays for both of them, due to him being more rich than Peter.

The two walk out of the establishment with ice creams in their hands and small smiles on their faces as they walk back to their houses.

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The duo headed home and decided to crash at Peter’s place. Hanging out in the basement.

Typically these days Christopher stays at Peter’s house rather than his own. Due to his abusive father, which poor Chrissy hasn’t even told Peter about… Yet.

Maximoff and Xavier are playing an intense match of ‘Game of Life’.

“How are you further than me? I’m a successful actor and you’re just a waiter!” Christopher exclaims in annoyance.

“Well maybe because I’m more happy. Y'know, happier people are the most successful.” Peter replies in a matter of a fact tone.

“Okay then, Mr philosopher.” Chris mutters under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest.

Peter rolls his eyes and was about to throw a sassy comeback but is interrupted by his mother entering the room.

“Boys, dinner is on the table.” Ms Maximoff speaks softly. She’s already used to Chris being around in her house so she often cooks for three instead of just two.

“What are we havin’?” The son of Maximoff questions. Putting down his stack of money from the board game down.

“Kraft mac ‘n cheese.” His mother replies and Chris subtly grins.

Christopher always likes spending his time at Peter’s house. Especially because the meals there are way more delicious than the food he has at home. Normally it’s just salads and healthy/boring stuff like that. Because his father wants him to be regal and be a proper member in society. Yet even Chris knows those crappy meals he has to cook or mandatory to be a good person. I mean Peter’s alright and he has lots of junk food almost every day!

Ms Maximoff softly smiles when she notices Chris smile. Soon she walks out of the room and back into the kitchen.

“Well hope ya’ hungry, Brit-Boy.” Peter smirks as he gets up and onto his feet, Chris quickly matches him.

Soon the two head downstairs for dinner.

It’s often peaceful with the quiet jazz that plays. Though there's never much conversation, Chris doesn’t really mind. At least the food is actually good.

After the meal is finished it’s already pretty late outside so Peter’s mum speaks up about it.

“Chris dear, you might want to head home. It’s late after all.” She speaks up as she takes the three now empty plates and puts them into the sink.

“Alright then! See you later.” He smiles as he heads for the front door.

Peter walks up to him fastly, hands in his pockets as he tries to act casual as there is a subtle pink on his cheeks but Christopher is oblivious to it.

“Wanna walk to school again?.. Just like uh, this mornin'?” The blond pondered out loud to his new best friend.

“Sure, of course.” Chris quietly replies as he pops his shoes back on.

“Cool…” Peter replies as he gives a subtle nod and he lurks back to his room inside the basement.

Christopher grins to himself as he opens the front door, walks outside, closes the door behind him and takes a few steps forward and he’s on his own porch.

The boy with the blue-grey eyes looks at his door and quietly enters his house. Closing the reddish door behind him as he takes his shoes off and puts them on the shoe shelf and walks up to his room. He can hear his father snoring loudly from the living room. Christopher ignores it and goes inside his bland room.

He closes the entrance to his room once he is inside the area and changes out of his typical clothes into his pajamas.

He then realises he forgot to brush his teeth so he quietly walks to the bathroom which is nearby his room and puts toothpaste on his toothbrush and starts cleaning his teeth in the darkness of the washroom.

Christopher counts to one hundred twenty seconds which is equivalent to two minutes and then he spits into the sink and rinses his toothbrush and mouth with the water that comes out of the sink.

After that he heads back to his room, makes sure his door is closed and collapses on his bed and falls asleep quickly.

Notes:

your mom.

Chapter 4: A dream and a Movie Night

Summary:

So our boy Chris gets hit with a weird ahh dream then wakes up and ignores it's significance. So he just carries on with his day and watches stupid films with his stupid friend (Peter).

He was surrounded by complete darkness. Chris was so confused. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep. Not being in a pitch black area in utter silence.

 

Christopher could feel he was sitting down so he naturally got up. Confused with a lot of things. Was this a dream, or perhaps a nightmare? He couldn’t quite tell yet.

 

He put his hand out, trying to see if there was anything solid in front of him, which much to his luck there was nothing.

 

There wasn’t much to do so he just started walking forward. Hoping he would be able to find something, yet there was nothing but darkness.

 

He assumed he was alone. Though he wished he had someone he knew with him.

 

Christopher continued to walk more until he saw a bit of a greyish light. So he quickened his pace into a jog and soon a run.

 

This light lit up his surroundings. The area didn’t look like it came from Chris’ modern times. 

 

There were leaning buildings, a castle, a few colosseums and other intricate buildings that didn’t come from his age.

 

Though one thing he noticed was how everything was in black and white. But the more he walked he could see deep shades of red, purple and blues along the buildings and grounds.

 

Curiosity made him walk more. He strolled over to the castle but paused when he saw this creature of sorts.

 

The monster was at least six feet/one-hundred, eighty-two centimeters.

 

It almost looked like a female lion, and it also had sharp teeth that looked like it belonged to a shark rather than a lioness. Yet it had blue horns of the devil and wings of an angel.

 

Its eyes were a bright white, contrasting the rest of its darkened appearance.

 

For some reason Christopher wasn’t really scared, he was simply captivated by this monster.

 

Soon this odd looking creature noticed him and tensed up in a protective stance.

 

Chris paused himself from walking forward. Noticing it of course didn’t trust him.

 

They were staring eye to eye for seconds which felt longer than they were actually. The intense staring made him feel like he was there for minutes.

 

The thing slowly took a step forward, opening her mouth for a defensive bite and that’s when Christopher steps away. He surely didn’t want to be an animal’s meal.

 

“Woah, woah… I’m not going to hurt you…” He mumbles softly. Hoping this odd looking creature would understand him. Which to his luck, it did.

 

The thing paused its walk, and closed its mouth. Now simply just looking down on him with curiosity.

 

Chris took a nervous gulp and slowly stepped closer to it. But once he touched its head it was gone, so was the whole world.

 

He was back on his back in his bed. Chris sighed out loud, disappointed that it was just a dream of sorts. Or at least he thought it was a dream.

 

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So Christopher carried on with his day. Everything was normal. He had walked to school with Peter, Jason James teased him lightly, everything was just fine.

 

Though his mind would wander to that dream. Yet he never told Peter about it. Chris just kept the vision to himself.

 

But now the two boys were watching movies in Peter’s room, which was located in the basement.

 

They watched a few movies that were modern to their time which was still the 1960s. But if you want the specifics, the current year is 1964.

 

So they stuffed themselves with junk as they saw “The sword in the stone”, “Snow White”, “Wizard of Oz”, and other kid movies that Peter’s mom let them watch.

 

After all Peter's mom still wanted the two boys to have a child-like mind. But little did anyone know, their future would ruin the innocence that their minds still had.

 

Though the movies were nice to watch and Chris found himself to be happier than usual when with Peter. It was just something about the other that made him smile like a complete idiot.

 

Chris only knew Peter for nearly three months but he would do absolutely  anything for the other. 

 

Yet the dark haired boy wasn't sure the blond would do the same. But he didn't care quite yet. But perhaps in the future he'll care more.

 

Maximoff and Xavier continued to watch their silly little films with much enjoyment. Though Peter thought they were too kiddy for boys their age.

 

Chris just pretended to agree. He secretly liked the films a lot. So it annoyed him when Peter said they were too ‘kiddy'. But he didn't comment on it. Just sent a glare that Peter didn't even really notice at all.

 

The two boys just continued to share their time together in the basement of Peter’s house. Though the basement was also Peter's room at the same time. Chris silently would wonder why his friend's sleeping place would be in the basement but he didn't dare ask.

 

Eventually Peter fell asleep, perhaps he was too bored or too tired to watch the rest of the random movie.

 

Chris sighed quietly as he looked at Peter whose head was drooped down, his eyes closed and was snoring.

 

Christopher quietly got off the couch and grabbed a pillow from Peter's real bed and placed it on where he was sitting. As he graciously then moved Peter from an awkward sitting up sleeping position to a more comfortable one on his back with his head on the soft pillow. 

 

Christopher also grabbed a blanket from the same bed he got the pillow on and carefully laid it on top of Peter.

 

Chris glanced at his friend then managed to figure out how to turn off the television. He was trying to be as stealthy as possible, not wanting to wake up his best friend.

 

Christopher turns off the TV with much success and goes up the basement stairs. Leaving Peter's house and heading back into his own.

 

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Chris enters his dimly lit house and turns off all the remaining lights. He listens in carefully to all the sounds in his creaky house. He mainly only heard his father snoring loudly.

 

Christopher let out a sigh and went to the bathroom on the second floor and got ready for bed.

 

He went to the washroom, brushed his teeth and grabbed a pair of pajamas once he was in his room with the door closed and got changed into a more comfortable attire to sleep in.

 

Chris collapsed onto his bed and is fast asleep within seconds. He was always pretty fast when it came to going to bed. 

 

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Weeks past and now it's the middle of October. Morning rises once again and Christopher is already up bright and early. He made his own breakfast, changed into more formal attire for school and brushed his teeth. Now he's just waiting on his lawn for Peter to come out of his house so they could walk together.

 

After what felt like multiple hours to Christopher, Peter leaves his house with half a peanut butter covered toast in his mouth. 

 

Peter rushes to his friend who was now standing up as he tried to eat his food a bit more quicker, Chris noticed how he sped up.

 

 “Woah slow down, you'll choke.” Christopher mumbled cautiously.

 

Peter just rolls his eyes and the two start to walk towards their shared school.

 

When Peter finished his toast Chris noticed the subtle peanut butter smear near the side of his mouth.

 

 “Uh… you got some peanut butter by the side of your mouth.“ He stated.

 

The blond boy looks at him with a confused expression.

 

God he was an idiot… Christopher thought as he pulled a handkerchief that was coincidentally in his pocket and wiped the smear off Peter's face.

 

Chris noticed the other's cheeks going slightly red but didn't question it. He figured it was out of embarrassment and nothing else.

 

They continue to chat with each other and Chris, unsure of what to do with the dirty handkerchief, places it back in his pocket.

 

Peter doesn't notice or care about what Christopher did with the soft cloth.

 

The two continue to stroll down the sidewalks with each other and soon see their school building pop up in view.

Notes:

sorry that dis took a bit. I was busy getting hit with 34 buses and a half, teehee<3

Chapter 5: Autumn Season

Summary:

just b4 halloween and also jason james comes around, sadly

The sweet autumn breeze was a nice feeling against Chris’ skin. He had always been a fan of Fall. After all, there were no bugs at all and it wasn’t too cold or too hot. All you need is a light sweater.

Peter and Chris had gotten to school safe and soundly and luckily for them it appeared Jason was absent today so hip-hip hooray for the two best friends.

Nothing really ever happens at school these days but it is only October so maybe some more interesting things will happen later in the year.

The school day whips by quickly and now Peter and Chris had finished the day and are walking home together in a sweet silence. Chris steals glances at Peter, noticing something.

“Hey Pete, you good? You er- look a bit pale… If that makes sense.” Chris murmured.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine ya’ worry wart. Just a bit sick.” Peter sighs dramatically and leans against Chris.

Christopher just rolls his eyes in response. To his knowledge Peter never gets sick, like ever. But perhaps he’s overthinking all of this.

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The two end up at Peter’s basement once again to binge watch some movies. This time they’re more horror centred due to it being Halloween in a week. Even some of the movies Peter’s mom didn’t approve of but Peter shoplifted them from the store anyways.

They watched things like a musical called ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’, which is basically a musical about a Meek flower shop assistant named Seymour. He pines for his coworker Audrey. During a total eclipse, he discovers an unusual plant he names it Audrey II, which feeds only on human flesh and blood. The growing plant attracts a great deal of business for the previously struggling store. After Seymour feeds Audrey's abusive boyfriend, Orin, to the plant. After Orin's accidental death, Seymour must come up with more bodies for the increasingly bloodthirsty plant. Which in the end Seymour and Audrey get devoured by the plant and the plant takes over the world with a giant army of plant monsters.

Peter and Chris seemed entertained with the film. Though it was a bit crappy quality due to the time of release and the year currently.

The boys had fun and hung out. Then Halloween turned the corner and that was a day of certain fun!

Chris had just woken up and already knew it was October 31st. He grinned to himself and shot out of bed and looked for his costume to wear to school. Peter’s mom had bought them matching clown costumes but she said the mask was to scary so he had to resort to some terrible face paint.

Chris had a big grin as he made his way downstairs. He skipped breakfast so he wouldn't ruin the clown makeup.

He headed outside and waited for Peter to leave the house. Christopher couldn't help but grin more when he saw Peter in his clown costume with sloppy makeup on.

“Alright clown in crime, c'mon!” Chris starts walking to school as Peter tries to catch up.

“Slow down! “ Peter shouted as Chris continued running.

Though perhaps Christopher should've stopped as he didn't look both ways when crossing the street and almost got ran over if it wasn't for Peter to rush and tackle him out of the way.

“You idiot!” Peter says as he's on top of his friend.

“Heh…maybe I was over excited for Halloween…” the other mumbled as his cheeks turned rosy due to various reasons.

Soon after that predicament the boys head to school where everyone's dressed in costume.

Yet here comes Jason James to bother them.

“Look, it's the two freaks in matching clown costumes!” He snickers. As he's in a BatMan costume.

“Shush.“ Peter says to Jason.

Before Jason could say much more the bell rang, signalling classes were starting.

School day went as normal for Chris. Well until gym.

Everyone was still in costume and running around playing games yet he failed to notice the water balloons in the corner. Same as the teacher who was busy flirting with another teacher.S

So before Chris could react he was hit in the face with water harshly, ruining his make up. He could barely process anything as they kept coming.

Christopher was getting highly annoyed as he tried not to cry at his outfit being completely ruined. It didn't help that everyone was laughing at his own demise.

That's when he ran out of the room and into the bathroom, hiding in a stall as he tried not to sob. Today was supposed to be amazing because it's Halloween yet look what happened, he's completely wet and miserable. If only maybe Peter was in his gym class then maybe that wouldn't have happened.

Christopher hides in there until the last bell rings which means it's the end of the school day.

Chris runs out, and grabs all his things from his locker and rushes out of the school. Not even waiting for Peter. His spirits were lowered due to the gym incident.

His father didn't even notice him enter the house at all, and didn't hear or care for his sobs as he went to his bedroom.

His clown makeup is completely ruined with his tears. Why couldn't Jason just leave him alone for once?!

After an hour there's something hitting his window so he moves the curtains and sees Peter with two bags and a smirk.

Chris sighed, closing his curtains as he looked into his bedroom mirror and re-applied his makeup and went back outside miserably.

Chris goes outside and meets with Peter.

“Where were you? I thought we were gonna walk home together as usual.” The blond asks immediately. A bit concerned but he tries to hide his worries with his overconfident air.

“Didn’t want to.” Chris mumbled. Trying to hide his depressed looking facial features.

“Dude, you always wanna walk with me. So I ain’t buying that excuse.” Peter put his hands on his hips like a strict mom who was disappointed in her kid.

“So what really happened..?” Peter asked softly.

Chris explains the water balloon thing in gym class and Peter seemed to look absolutely furious!

“That prick!” He exclaimed in frustration. Peter so wanted to punch the living hell out of Jason. But those were some daily thoughts about Jason. But they seem more prominent today, most likely due to Chris being his absolute best friend in the whole wide universe.

Chris noticed other trick or treaters already walking around.

“Can we just ignore the water balloons and get candy?” Chris asked.

“Sure… Why not? But if we see Jason I’m kicking his sorry ass.” Peter responds sharply. He wished murder was legal. But the blond wished a lot of things were legal, like stealing and thievery.

Notes:

uh, idk.

anyone of y'all like Mother Mother (the band)?

Chapter 6: (Un)Happy Halloween

Summary:

So like they go trick or treating and almost get bit with a dog that had rabies. Then some cool stuff happens, hehe.

The duo dressed as clowns walked along the streets with two pillowcases that Chris had managed to steal from his father's room. He hoped going trick or treating with Peter would take his mind off the pathetic water balloon prank. Christopher thought he was overreacting about the joke Jason made. The Brit felt like crying more but luckily he didn't.

Him and Peter just went door to door for candy. Chris could feel people staring at him. Whenever he was in a bad mood he became more observant and anxious of the world around him. But he had hoped Peter wouldn't notice.

Christopher thought Peter was awesome and belonged with the cool kids, not some freak like himself. It pained Chris to think of Peter hanging out with other friends but even Chris knew that should've happened. The only reason they knew each other was because he was sitting outside on his curb.

What would happen if they never met like that? Chris let out a sigh as his mind gave him painful thoughts. Why couldn't he just have a happy Halloween for once?

Chris was snapped out of his thoughts when Peter nudged him softly.

“Ay man, you good?.. You seem kinda out of it.” The blond questions. He tries to hide his worrying tone with a cool and collected facade. As he always did. It was like he couldn't bear to have someone see that he actually cares about someone or something.

But even with Chris’ overthinking brain the Brit knew that deep down Peter cared. Yet the boy didn't feel like he deserved it.

“I'm fine.” Chris replied quickly after Peter's question. Perhaps a bit too quickly, depending on who you ask.

“You don't look fine.“ Peter muttered. He wasn't one to push answers out of people. Unless it was about how long something was going to be because he's quite the impatient tween.

They continued to walk as Peter pointed out a sketchy looking forest that was behind the nearby park they go to and dragged Chris over there to explore.

Christopher would rather be anywhere but in a haunted looking forest. He hated this. And everything was more eerie due to it being Halloween. The scariest night of the year.

Soon Chris piped up with a worry in his tone.

“Hey Pete… Can we leave the forest now?“ He mumbled softly.

“Oh c'mon! We just got in here, let's explore some more.” The blond grinned. As he held Chris’ wrist firmly as they wandered more deep into the forest.

Christopher just went along with it. He trusted Peter and they'd be out if they saw something actually weird…

Soon they instead of saw, heard something rather odd. It was a deep growl, almost sounding like a dog.

“Pete… That doesn’t sound any good.” Chris mumbles softly, getting closer to his friend. Christopher wasn’t the bravest normally ever.

“I’d have to agree.” The other replied, not even noticing how Chris got closer to him.

Soon before either of them could think a dog pounced out of the bushes, foaming at the mouth. Chris paused and due to his knowledge with rabies, this dog has some.

He felt very nervous now. As the dog inched closer. Fear settled in Chris’ stomach. Well this is one way to go out–

Before he could finish his inside thought the dog was just about to bite him as Peter grabbed hold onto him. Wind rushed around them quickly and Chris’ surroundings looked like a bit of a blur.

Next thing that they both know is that they’re not in the forest but now outside of their houses once again.

What just happened…?

Chris looks at Peter confused, wanting an explanation. Though before he could speak, he stumbled slightly due to whatever just happened.

Peter looked at his hands in utter confusion. It was almost like they were travelling in a flash of light.

“I have no idea what just happened.” Peter whispers, glancing at Christopher softly. For once Peter looked actually a bit scared, surprisingly.

“Do you have like secret powers or somethin’?” the blond boy speaks up. His British accent is thick as ever.

“Not that I was aware of.” Peter lets out a shaky exhale as he ponders a new thought.

“Am i a mutie?” The blond asked softly. They both were aware of mutants. Chris knew his brother Charles was one, but hadn’t told that to Peter yet.

“Hey isn’t “Mutie” a slur or swear?” Christopher asked, his expression hardening lightly.

“Pretty sure?” Peter replied, looking at his pillow case that used to be filled with candy. But the speed he was going at, it all fell out and it was too late to go to other houses for more candy.

“Then don’t say it!” The other exclaimed. His voice sounded quite harsh.

“Okay, jeez! Chill out.” Peter replied.

Christopher sighed softly. He knew better than to lash out for something stupid. He could handle being called the f-slur but couldn’t handle hearing the slur towards mutants. It made his stomach turn.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout.” He said in a small voice, looking away. Chris had dropped his candy bag somewhere along the way during the fast blur.

Then there was an awkward silence. It didn’t feel right.

“What if I am a mutant?” Peter asked, his voice laced in a whisper as he looked away nervously. He probably knew about the mutant discrimination and didn’t want his friend to leave if he turned out to be an actual mutant.

“Then…” Chris wasn’t sure what to say but could sense Peter’s unease. He wanted to say something sweet, or comforting, yet no words came out.

“That's the only explanation. I’d have to be a mutant.” Peter added. His blond hair getting in his eyes and hiding those pretty amber eyes.

“Well if your ability is super speed then you’d make an excellent member of the track ‘n field.” The dark haired boy grinned. Trying to find light in the situation and thoughts. Peter couldn’t help but grin back.

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The boys entered Peter’s house. Without any candy much to their disappointment. They tried to be as quiet as they could be.

The duo noticed Pete’s mom passed out on the couch in the living room with a glass in hand. Chris could feel his stomach turn again but Peter stayed nonchalant and went downstairs into the basement where his room was located. Of course Christopher would follow though.

They’d soon get settled and wipe off their clown makeup and get changed into some more comfortable clothes. They didn’t get changed in the same room of course because that would be weird, right?

They both took a seat on their beds. Well only Peter had an actual bed, Chris slept on the couch but he didn’t really care.

There was silence. As they thought about the night’s events. They had gone into a forest, almost got attacked by a dog with rabies and then Peter used some odd super speed that came out of nowhere and got them both out of there luckily.

“We’ll still be friends even if I’m an actual mutant, right Chris?” Peter had asked with an uncharacteristically worried. Normally he was brave and bold and didn’t care about anything. Or at least he just appeared that way. But deep down Peter had a heart of gold and couldn’t lose his only friend due to being a maybe mutant. He just couldn’t. It’d destroy Peter from the inside out. Sure they only had known each other since July or August but they had quickly bonded. They were inseparable and Peter would like to keep it that way.

“Yeah of course. Don’t worry.” The Brit replied kindly. He would never, ever ditch Peter. Even if he had killed a guy… Actually it only depends on which guy but that isn’t the point!

“I ain’t going nowhere. We’re stuck together forever and a day man.” He had added as well, a smile going on his lips.

Peter just nodded as he leaned back into the couch.

A comfortable silence fell between them.

“Ya’ think we’ll grow old together.” Peter asked out of the blue with a smirk.

“Probably. We’ll be a menace in the nursing homes.” Chris chuckled softly at his own thoughts. It was quite the idea. But he also hoped it’d become true.

They both wanted to stay with each other until death did them part. Who knew friendships could start up so quickly. It was odd how a person could cling to another person within the span of just a few months.

“Also, thanks for saving me from that dog.” Christopher recalled the memory of the horrible dog. Though he felt a bit of sympathy. No one deserved to have rabies.

“Not a problem, Brit-Boy.” Peter chuckled a bit. It seems Chris wouldn’t be escaping that nickname anytime soon. What a shame.

They continue to chatter off with each other until they had fallen asleep on the couch. Peter had his head in Chris’ lap and Chris’ hand was lightly caressing his friend’s cheek.

Tomorrow will be a new day of many. They didn’t know what life would throw at them but they’d get through it together.

Notes:

lowkey hope to write more. I have even more time due to it being a long weekend right now so yay.

Chapter 7: Lonesome

Summary:

There's a winter dance coming up and Peter's mother forces them to go shopping at the mall.
Chris meets an unexpected face.
Then when Christopher got home he's greeted with an unfriendly surprise.

TW: graphic abuse is displayed at the end of the chapter.

October was finished and November was done. It was nearing winter break in December.

Both of the boys seemed pretty excited to get away from school and stay home for two weeks exactly.

There's even a winter dance just before the break. Neither of them want to go but Peter’s mom is forcing him to go. And wherever Peter goes, Christopher goes with. They were thick as thieves.

Now speaking about that dance, Peter’s mother had both just dropped off the boys at the mall.

Recently Peter has been using his established power he got on that night of Halloween to pull pranks, but suddenly got an idea as he looked at the outside of the building.

“Hey Chris.” He says to catch the other’s attention but Christopher had already been looking at him.

“Yes, Peter?” The younger of the two replied.

“I got an idea.” The blond said confidently with a now growing mischievous smirk.

Christopher mentally groaned. Peter’s ideas were always so stupid it made him have a headache.

But of course Peter continued to talk quickly about his grand idea.

“So y’know my super speed, right.” Peter questioned and Chris rolled his eyes and nodded.

“So no one can ever catch me so… I could just run into a store, steal something and speed outta’ there without getting caught, and we wouldn’t have to pay!” He exclaimed with a bit more of a charming smirk.

“Stealing stuff is illegal.” Christopher deadpanned. But he still knew, if Peter had an idea you couldn’t convince him not to act on it.

“Does it look like I care?” Peter questioned, crossing his arms over his chest. He seemed clearly amused, much to Chris’ dislike.

“Nope, not at all.” Christopher sighed as Peter took his wrist and dragged him inside of the mall.

They walked inside, looking around at all the many clothing stores. Chris was already bored, he wasn’t too big on fashion, neither was Peter though.

Soon after a few minutes of wandering, Chris slipped out of Peter’s grasp and spoke up.

“Hey Pete, just goin’ to the washroom.” He said smoothly. “Catch ya’ later.” was the last thing he said before walking off to the washrooms.

Once nearing the bathroom something piqued his interest.

There was a man in a wheelchair with brown hair and was accompanied by no one. He was simply at a table all alone.

Chris couldn’t make out any features due to the distance between them but he couldn’t sense a bit of familiarity.

He continued to walk to the washroom, but more slowly. As he was about to turn the corner he noticed a few older teens being imbeciles. They were probably high or something.

He noticed one of them knocked into the table that the wheelchair user was at.

Christopher sighed but then realised his feet were walking over there without noticing, then it turned into a bit of a sprint as another teen made a disability joke and “accidentally” spilt his drink.

“Hey what's your problem?!” Chris asked quickly. He was unsure of why he was getting so worked up. The boy had a firm glare on the older teen.

The teen who purposely had poured his drink spoke next.

“I should be askin’ you that!” The druggie had a deep southern accent.

“You shouldn’t be making jokes like that or spilling drinks on people!” Chris spat. He may be eleven but he wasn’t scared of these highschoolers.

“And why not?” Another teen boy asked, glancing between Christopher and the wheelchair user.

“Because it’s rude and disrespectful, that’s why!” The younger boy quickly responded.

The teens just giggled. Luckily they had just walked away.

“You didn’t have to do that.” The disabled man spoke up. He looked around thirty or older and had a British accent. The man looked familiar to Chris.

“I know. But it’s not right to just stare as someones gettin’ harassed.” Christopher replied, grabbing a few nearby napkins and handing them to the man.

“Well thank you, young man.” The elder grinned softly. He had kind blue eyes and a fairly charming smile.

“Do you have a name?” The man asked.

“Tell me yours first then I'll consider telling mine.” Christopher grinned as he noticed the man roll his eyes.

“Charles Xavier.” The wheelchair user said.

Chris’ eyes widened in some shock. It was his older brother! It was him!

“Chris…” the boy mumbled softly. Unsure if he should give a last name but Charles didn’t ask for one.

“You’re like that guy who runs that school for mutants, right?” Christopher clarified. After all it could’ve just been another man with the exact same name as his older brother.

“Indeed, that is true. I’m surprised someone knows that around here.” Charles spoke softly.

“Well you had been on the news a few years back.” The younger of the two had said.

Charles simply nodded. Taking a better look at Chris’ features. The man couldn’t help but feel something recognizable about this boy.

“Do I know you?..” Charles had asked at once, putting his hands in his lap.

“Maybe?” Chris quickly replied.

Just before either of them could say anything a boy came out of nowhere.

“Jesus, Chris, how long are you gonna take? I thought ya’ were lost or somethin’.” The boy was of course Peter, Chris’ best friend.

Peter’s hair was a mess as his hands were full of things that he most likely had stolen.

Charles sensed something mutant related to Peter but didn’t want to say anything out loud in this public area. After all, most mutants are still not accepted.

“Well Chris, I’ll leave you with your friend.” Charles said at last.

Chris tried to contain his frown. He should have given his last name. Now it was too late and he’d have to walk away from his brother.

Peter with his free hand that wasn’t carrying anything took Chris’ wrist and they walked away.

But in the younger of the duo’s minds he could hear a voice in there.

“Thank you for the help, Chris.”

It was Charles, Chris knew that. Christopher had done his research and knew that his brother was a telepath.

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The young Xavier and Maximoff walked off. Wandering around until something would catch their eye.

“Why were you talking to that dude?” Peter had asked.

“Some druggie teens were harassing him so I helped him out.” Chris had replied.

“You looked like you knew him.” Peter said, pointing out the obvious.

“Yes, he was Charles Xavier.” The raven haired boy had said.

Peter paused.

“Did you say Xavier? Isn’t that your last name?!” The blond exclaimed.

“Yes, it is.” Chris mumbled. Glancing at Peter with soft blueish greyish eyes.

“And Charles Xavier is that super famous mutant teacher or somethin.” Peter connected the dots in surprise.

“You’re related to Charles Xavier?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” The speedster demanded. Looking at his best friend firmly.

“It never came up in conversation.” Was all Chris said.

Peter glared at him for keeping that a secret.

“Why didn’t he recognise you if you’re brothers?” Peter had asked after some moments of silence.

“We haven’t seen each other ever since I was a baby…” Chris whispered sadly.

Then it was complete awkward silence.

They continued to walk around and Peter stole some unnecessary stuff. But they never actually got any suits for the upcoming middle school dance.

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After some time they had both walked home with loads of stuff and Peter entered his house and Chris went inside of his quietly.

Christopher took off his shoes and closed the front door behind him until he heard his father yelling.

“That you Christopher!?” Kurt had shouted angrily from the living room.

“Yes father it is…” He mumbles in response and walks into the living room.

“You’re home late. You didn’t cook dinner either.” Kurt responded coldly and Chris deadpanned.

“You know what that means.” He whispers and Chris gulped nervously as Kurt sauntered over to him, unbuckling his belt and having a metal ruler come out of his pocket.

Chris gulped nervously as he knew the procedure and took his graphic t-shirt off.

His skin was littered with old scars and bruises from earlier.

Then he reached his wrists out and let Kurt slap his skin with the sharp ruler which after many hits would make his skin bleed deeply. It would definitely leave some scarring.

He was hit, and hit and was pushed to his knees as he was smacked in his back with the belt. Then he could feel the metal ruler scratch his skin open on his back as well.

After a full hour of this Christopher was sobbing and Kurt walked back to his seat.

Chris ran upstairs to the bathroom. Locking the door and turning on the shower. He got naked and entered the shower. Soon he would close the curtain.

The burning hot water would hit his skin painfully. The water didn’t work well with the open wounds but Chris could care less. He felt like he deserved this, but he didn’t really know why at all.

After a long, agonising shower he got out and turned the water off. His eyes were red and puffy from crying as he put his previous clothes back on.

He quickly brushed his teeth and ran to his room, slamming the door behind him and pouncing onto his soft bed. Everything hurts.

He sobbed into his pillow. He regretted not telling Charles his last name. If he had done so maybe he could escape this hellhole.

Chris just wanted his brother for once.

He sobbed into his pillow until he had fallen fast asleep. His dreams were unpleasant as his body ached in agony and pain. But Chris knew he couldn’t tell anybody about this.

Notes:

bro i lowkey love writing angst. But it still pains me to write about the interactions between Chris and his father Kurt Marko. Later in the fic Chris might escape this pain, hopefully. I haven't decided yet.

Chapter 8: Snow Dance

Summary:

Christopher gets asked out to the dance by his crush, Peter seems annoyed with that but Chris didn't realise this. Something happended at the party which left Chris sobbing in the bathroom.
Then he's greeted by his dad again

TW: abuse at the end of the chapter (again)

The days slowly had passed and it was the day of the dance.

The dance would be held after school, around 6:30 pm to 8:30 pm. It was a two hour party.

But currently it was around noon and Chris and Peter were hanging in the cafeteria due to it being break.

The duo normally just sat on the floor in the corner due to no one really wanting to sit with them, or being near them.

So they just stuck to themselves and ate their food. Occasionally stealing the other’s lunch.

Chris never had much food. He mostly just had a sandwich, apple, juice box and a granola bar.

Peter had a bit more food. But he would normally steal other peoples food with his new (ish) ability of super speed. No one even saw him take anything due to him being so fast.

Though Chris would be displeased whenever Peter did this. Always worrying that someone would notice Peter having powers and maybe being a mutant. Then Peter would be kicked out or hated. Chris simply didn’t want anything bad happening to his best friend.

As the two had their lunch, a familiar popular girl who was also coincidentally Jason James’ step sister, Cora Loon, the same girl Chris had a minor crush on, came up to them alone. But Chris could see her friends far away, giggling.

“Hey, Chris.” She says casually, as if she’s been friends with Christopher her whole life.

Before Chris could reply, Cora continued to speak.

“Since you’re probably going to the dance all alone, wanna be partners for it?” She smirks. “I mean at least you wouldn’t look so pathetic.”

Chris grinned stupidly. His cheeks flushed a bit. He thought he had gotten over his crush on this girl, but clearly not.

“S-Sure.” He mumbles in reply as he fails to notice Peter’s frown.

“Cool. See you later tonight, Chip.” Cora waves goodbye and leaves. Walking back to her friends.

Cora Loon wasn’t any ordinary girl. She was tough and sassy. Plus the first and last name of her was quite the unusual one.

Cora was a brunette girl, her hair was pretty straight and it ended just by her elbow.

Her eyes were a matching shade of brown as to her hair, but behind those soft eyes would be a soul of rudeness.

Cora looked nice but really she was one of those popular rich girls. A bully just like her step brother Jason.

Yet as Jason was less intelligent and would be rude right to the face, Cora meanwhile would play and toy with your feelings for months, then she’d break you.

Chris hardly knew what he was getting himself into, due to this being one of his only interactions with Cora. But he knew to be just a bit wary.

But Peter seemed unpleasant with the turn of events, he looked like a kicked puppy.

“You okay, Pete?” Chris asked him, snapping the speedster out of his thoughts.

“Just peachy, Chris…” He mutters in reply. Chris sensed something was wrong but didn’t push the matter.

“Ya’ sure you really wanna go and dance with Cora Loon?” Peter asks, then sighs. “I mean she's the step-sibling of the literal Jason James.” The blond grumbled.

“She’s not like her brother. I’ve known her and she’s been nice to me for years.” Christopher replied. Sure Cora was the mean girl but for some reason she’s been nice to Chris ever since kindergarten.

The school day went on normally and soon it was the big dance.

The school’s gymnasium was blasting random music and there was decor everywhere. The colour theme was mainly blue and white, so not too hard on the eyes.

Above the gym’s stage there was a banner saying: “WELCOME TO THE SNOW DANCE!” in bold print with blue lettering and black outlines.

The teachers weren’t really watching the kids as the middle schoolers ran around in fancy dresses or suits.

Peter and Chris entered the gym together and Chris was looking around, trying to find his dance partner, Cora.

Eventually it seems the brunette girl found him first.

“Chip!” She grins as she taps him on the shoulder. It seems Cora gave Christopher the nickname “chip”.

“Oh, uh hey Cora…” Christopher mumbles softly, his British accent was more prominent when he was nervous.

Peter just watched the conversation go, rolling his eyes. How did Chris find a girl before him?! Peter could feel a bit jealous but was a bit clueless on why.

Soon a slower, more romantic song and all the young couples decided to dance.

“Wanna dance..?” Chris asked Cora, though he glanced at Peter. Hoping his friend would have a dance partner.

“Sure, of course!” Cora drags Chris away from Peter and onto the dance floor which was located in the middle of the room.

The girl and boy danced, and so did every other straight couple.

The boys had a hand along their ladies waist and the lady had a hand on their shoulders.

Chris and Cora danced slowly to the music. Just like everyone else.

Chris would take a quick look at Cora’s outfit. She would be wearing a bright purple dress.

Christopher only had some suit that he had found that was perhaps a size too small.

The two danced calmly, both were blushing and nearing the end of the song they got a bit closer.

Cora had leaned in for a kiss and Chris was taken a bit off guard. They were both in the sixth grade but gee, they got more action than people in high school!

They held their kiss until the outro played out, oblivious to the world around them. Maybe they should’ve been paying attention to their surroundings as a group of kids walked behind Chris and splashed him with fruit punch, soaking him a whole lot, Cora got barely wet.

Chris grumbled as he saw who it was, Jason James and his goons.

Christopher bit his own lip, pulling away from Cora.

“That's what you get for trying to make out with my sista’. She didn’t even like you!” Jason exclaims with a cheeky smile.

Chris paused. God damnit, he was being used to be a subject of a prank. And the girl he had liked apparently didn’t even like him back, according to Jason.

“Chip–” She would start to say but the ever emotional wreck responded sharply.

“So I was just being used as a damn joke?!” He hollered as he noticed about half of the people there laughing.

“Bloody hell, I thought maybe I would’ve been different for you, but no!” Chris glared. “I was just another one of ya’ toys…” He whispered, holding back tears.

Cora seemed actually guilty but Christopher didn’t want to hear nothing of it.

He was just another play thing for her to throw out. Christopher isn’t even sure why he’s getting so upset, it’s just some girl. They’re kids, he’ll find somebody else.

Before Cora could say anything Chris ran out of the room in tears, not even noticing Peter looking at him as he left.

He found himself in a stall in the boys bathroom. He sunk to the floor and put his knees to his chest.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” He cried out softly. As if his life couldn’t get worse this happens!

“I should’ve just trusted my gut and not go with her.” Chris uttered out quietly as tears rolled down his cheeks from his blueish greyish eyes that would normally be filled with cheer.

Chris was too busy crying that he didn’t notice the entrance of the washroom open and close as footsteps reached the stall he was in.

“Hey man, ya’ good?” The voice belonged to Peter. He tried to mask his concern with a nonchalant attitude.

“What do you think?!” Christopher shouted at him, but unlocked the stall door to let Peter in.

Peter locked the door once he was inside of the stall as well, sitting across from his friends.

“Sorry that happened dude…” Peter mumbles softly, looking at his crying friend as he doesn’t know what to do.

“D’you need like a hug or somethin’?...” He questions his friend. Unsure of himself but Chris did crawl to him and hugged him tightly, crying into his shoulder.

Peter just awkwardly rubbed his back, trying to be nice, but damn it was hard for someone like him to comfort somebody.

As the minutes passed Peter felt his own cheeks heat up a bit. His best friend was crying and for some reason his brain was making him think that Chris was warm, and nice.

Peter would be glad Chris wasn’t able to see his face.

Personally, Peter thought it just felt right to have Christopher in his arms. He was even glad he didn’t have to watch Chris and Cora dance more.

But the blond would definitely be keeping those thoughts to himself.

Peter’s mind was being a bit too gay for his liking, after all it was the 1960s, the majority of people absolutely hated gay people.

After at least half an hour, Chris pulled away from his tight grasp on Peter.

His dark hair was in his eyes, but you could still tell he had been crying.

“I’mma take ya’ home from this whole mess.” Peter declared. Chris just nodded and the two of them got up from the dirty bathroom floor and left the room.

Though a smirking Jason noticed them leaving.

“Lookie, lookie, the two fags are leaving together!” Jason sneers as he points to the duo, his friends laugh out loud. Where the heck are the teachers when you need them.

“Oh piss off, dickhead!” Peter shouted at him, he felt his own blood boil, as he wrapped a protective arm around Chris.

Jason just laughs more but doesn’t say anything else.

Chris and Peter would walk home in the cool midnight, looking forward to the winter break.

They had entered Peter’s house and quickly went to the basement.

Despite being in suits and Chris still wet from fruit punch, they watched a movie.

Christopher had made himself comfortable with his head casually in Peter’s lap, eventually falling asleep.

Peter groaned, he didn’t want to wake his friend up so he suffered in silence, eventually falling asleep.

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Chris would wake up first and get off of Peter carefully.

He blushed a bit in realisation that he had fallen asleep on his friend.

Chris quietly left Peter’s room/the basement and exited the house entirely and entered his actual home which was right beside.

Chris had hoped his father wasn’t awake but as soon as he opened the door he could hear Kurt Marko hollering out to him.

“Boy where the ‘ell have you been!?” Kurt shouted angrily as Chris closed the front door behind him and took off his shoes.

“The school dance happened last night, father, I told you this.” Chris calls back. Walking upstairs to his dad’s room where he had heard the yelling from.

“Well you shouldn’t be goin’ to some stupid dance! You didn’t even finish cleaning your room!” Kurt’s room smelt of beer and wine. Chris realised he must’ve been drunk.

“My room was pretty much clean, father…” Christopher mumbles as his father approaches him and slaps him across the face, that would probably leave a mark.

“I’ll have to teach you another lesson.” Kurt grumbled as he stumbled back and found a belt.

He approached Chris and whipped him harshly for minutes.

Christopher had fallen to his knees in pain and agony, waiting for this to just stop.

Luckily mid way through the abuse, Kurt had suddenly passed out due to the amount of alcohol that was in his system.

Christopher ran to his own room, closing the door behind him as he sobbed a whole lot. He felt like the unluckiest boy in the whole world. Why did all this stuff have to happen to him and not somebody else?

Christopher wanted to run away, but where would he even go? Perhaps he could go over to Peter’s but didn’t want to seem like a burden that he most likely already was.

Christopher would sob into his pillow thinking of everything, the dance, his dad, Peter…

He soon had a thought, he knew Peter was way cooler than him so why would Peter keep a wimp like him around.

Peter was probably glad each time he left.

Chris’ thoughts went into a deep spiral. Was he even worth it to Peter?

His only actual friend would probably not be called slurs or bullied. Was it all Chris’ fault that Peter was bullied too. Was he just dead weight to his best friend?

Peter belongs with the cool, popular kids, not some weird bullied boy like him.

Christopher knew Peter deserved better than him.

Because who would actually want a friend like Christopher Brian Xavier?

Notes:

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Chapter 9: To the shop, again

Summary:

A bit more Peter centered with a dip of lore about his mother. Then of course Peter and Chris get ice cream, AGAIN

A few hours passed by and Peter soon woke up at last. He realised Chris wasn’t there and wasn’t resting on his lap anymore.

He sighs lightly. Peter honestly wished Chris would’ve stayed. But he doesn’t know why.

The blond was worried for his friend after the events of yesterday.

He got off of the couch, kicking it in frustration. He was bad at Cora and Jason for what they had done. But he didn’t know Chris actually liked Cora in that way.

Peter felt jealous. But he shouldn’t. His friend was just in love with some girl, why is getting worked up over it? He hadn’t had much clue on why though.

The young boy goes up stairs, finding his mother already making some breakfast.

“Mornin’ Pietro.” She greeted her son.

“I thought I told you not to call me that.” He replied, taking a seat at the table.

“But it is your real name.” She responds.

“Doesn’t mean I like it. Nobody calls me Pietro.” The blond said, his eyes glared at his mom before he let out a soft sigh.

“Fine then. Morning, Peter.” She mutters, clearly annoyed. Though Peter doesn’t reply.

Peter loved his mom. She was a typically laid back mother who let him do whatever for fun.

Though Peter wished his father stuck around. The boy never knew his dad, he doesn’t even know his father’s name yet.

Peter often would day dream of a life if his dad stuck around. Maybe he’d be able to play ball with him, or go to the movies together as his mother never did that.

His mom, better known as Megan Maximoff, or by her real name (which no one knew but him), Magda Eisenhardt.

His mom and late grandma were deported to some camp because of their Romani heritage.

Apparently his dad discovered his mom and promised to keep her safe.

Yet just before he was born, his dad just got up and left.

Most people could be mad at their parent if they left without any words but personally Peter wasn't, he was just sad about it. After all, the poor boy just wants a dad in his life yet can’t.
Soon after a few minutes Megan was finished with Peter’s food and handed the plate over to her son.

It was just some scrambled eggs and bacon. Peter dove right in and ate it quite quickly.

Megan definitely noticed him eating quicker, or really just being quicker with anything he does.

But she didn’t mention it yet and took the now finished plate from Peter as he got up from the table and went back to his room to change, because he’s still in his suit from yesterday.

The boy changes into something more comfortable and rushes upstairs to put his boots on and a sweater. Then he’s out the door.

Peter grabs some pebbles from his backyard and throws them at Chris’ window. Wanting the boy to get out of the house and hang out with him.

Peter always loved hanging out with his best friend, he thought Chris was pretty cool to be honest.

Pete never really had any real friends in his past schools. Most kids found him obnoxious or annoying, but apparently Christopher didn’t think of him like that.

Which Peter is still surprised that Chris wanted to play ball with him on their first encounter with each other.

Peter smiled at the thought as he looked up at Chris’ window and continued to throw some pebbles at Chris’ window until he saw some movement. The blond sits on the curb and waits for Chris to come out side.

Christopher came out, a bit tired looking and a frown on his face as he took a seat beside Peter on the curb.

“There ya’ are Brit-Boy!” Peter grins and wraps an arm around Chris’ shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, here I am Blondie.” Chris grumbles, letting out a yawn. He looked like he didn’t get any sleep but Peter doesn’t say his observation out loud.

The two sat in silence until Peter piped up.

“Wanna get ice cream, is that gonna cheer ya’ up from yesterday?” The older boy questions with a soft, teasing grin.

“Sure, whatever.” Chris says softly. As he felt Peter grab his wrist and the wind blew past them quickly. Chris felt himself get a feeling of sea sickness and almost got whiplash. But Peter was perfectly fine.

Now they were suddenly at their dear ice cream shop that they go to almost everyday.

Chris rubs the side of his neck, trying to ease the sudden pain he got. Peter noticed.

“Uh, you alright Brit-Boy?” The speedster asks softly. He never actually zipped up his sweater and was getting cold from the weather and so he zipped it up.

“I’m fine. Just my neck hurts ‘cause of the quick speed.” Christopher sighs. “One of these days Imma get whiplash.” He adds. Glancing at the ice cream shop door.

Peter just nodded, carefully in thought as he looked at Chris, taking in his outfit.

Christopher was wearing a thin blue coat that was probably supposed to be used for when it’s raining, not snowing. Then he had long black pants paired with some dirty brown boots. Chris had his free hand in his coat pocket.

They just stared at each other in awkward silence until Chris spoke up, lowering his hand that was rubbing his own neck and shoving it into his other pocket.

“Uh.. Shall we go in?” The shorter boy questions as he is already heading into the building.

“Yeah uh…” Peter just follows Chris into the ice cream establishment.

They see the familiar blonde woman who was always working there. Chris wondered if she had a life outside of this shop.

“Oh heya’ boys! Want your usuals?” She asks with a wide grin.

Both of the friends nod. Peter glances at the woman’s chest but is more subtle about it.

As the woman scoops the ice creams into the cones Peter pipes up.

“Y’know, after going so long to this lil’ shop, I realise I never caught your name.” Peter smirks as he leans against the counter, propping his elbows on the counter as Chris stood beside him rather awkwardly.

“Oh! Well I’m Elizabeth, but most call me Betty.” Her smile widens. “And honestly I like Betty more.” She says as she goes to focus on the ice creams.

“What a pretty name.” Peter attempts to flirt as he straightens himself up to grab the ice creams that were handed to him. One butter pecan, the other chocolate flavoured.

“Well why thank you.” Betty replies happily with what.

“Well now that you know my name, what are yours?” The woman asks, leaning against the counter.

“I’m Peter.” The blond says, then points to his best friend. “And that’s Chris.” He added, speaking for the other boy.

“Well, nice names for yourself.” She responded.

“See ya’ later sweetheart.” Peter grinned as Christopher contained a glare. He couldn’t tell why he felt himself get so worked up over a bit of flirting. Was it the flirting or perhaps something else that made him feel this way? He couldn’t quite tell right now. But he needed to know.

“Bye, doll.” Betty sends a flirty wink as Peter smirks and walks out of the establishment with Chris following him close behind.

The two decide to walk home in the cold days of December. Taking in their pretty surroundings as it lightly snowed on them.

Soon they decided to go to Peter’s house and hangout in his familiar room. The duo had already finished their ice creams by the time they entered Peter’s house.

Megan glanced at her son and his friend and gave a nod of acknowledgment from the kitchen. The boys nod back at her in a quiet response.

They go downstairs and chillax in Peter’s basement.

The two friends go on the couch and sit in silence until Peter gets up and grabs a few board games and they just play a few games together.

Peter is attempting to cheer Christopher up from yesterday’s events but Chris’ mind keeps going to the memory.

His feelings were played, but tried to hide his sadness for his friend's sake.

“You okay, Brit-Boy?” Peter suddenly asks in the middle of a monopoly game.

“Just peachy, Pete…” Christopher glances at Peter. For once his friend wasn’t trying to hide his concern.

“You don’t look… okay.” Peter responded quietly, letting out a soft sigh.

Christopher could feel tears bubbling up in his eyes as he shook his head.

Peter immediately went to his side and wrapped an arm around Christopher, trying to provide some comfort for his friend.

After an hour, Chris calms down.

“I’m going home…” Christopher muttered as he quickly got up and left the basement and was out of the house. Peter just sighed and cleans up the board game. He wanted Christopher to stay the night. The blond normally wishes that, sometimes it comes true, sometimes it doesn’t come true.

Peter got ready for bed, going upstairs to the bathroom to brush his crooked teeth.

The speedster after that goes back to his room and changes into his pajamas and cuddles up into his bed, gripping the blanket tightly as he struggles to fall asleep.

It takes about three hours but he does eventually fall asleep.

Notes:

lmao, lowkey have no idea what i'm actually doing but i hoped you enjoy this

Chapter 10: Winter Love

Summary:

so like its christmas time then it whiplashes you into new years...idk bro.

Soon the days passed and it was December 25th, aka Christmas day!

Christopher woke up in his bed, filled with joy and a bit of natural tiredness. He got off of his bed and changed clothes.

He wore now an ugly Christmas sweater with multiple reindeer on it, baggy holiday themed pajama pants and he paired it with a Santa hat. He was totally ready to party for today!

He left his room and went down to his sleek kitchen and made himself a basic sandwich for breakfast. It was dry and didn’t taste too well but food is food after all.

After eating his bland sandwich he rushed to the front door and put his boots on and rushed outside.

He could feel the cold breeze sweep against his skin softly. The coldness from the wind made him shiver ever so slightly. Sure he isn’t the hugest fan of this type of weather but it felt nice, especially how the pale snow fell from the stone sky. It made him feel at ease and peace, like he could be free and no one could ever judge him, ever. But in true reality, people will still judge Chris. Due to dreams being only dreams and nothing more. It’s a painful truth to accept, especially for someone like Chris, aka someone who is a dreamer and is typically kind always.

Christopher thought it was unfair that rich, handsome and gorgeous people like Jason James and his step sister, Cora Loon, got to be all well liked despite their actions. That factor of them being well liked annoyed Christopher to the core, he absolutely loathed it. Why couldn’t he be popular, why couldn’t he be well liked.

But one day young little Christopher Xavier is going to have to find out that life isn’t fair, and him being himself will never be liked. He’s weird, only has one friend, and is the biggest wimp anyone knows.

Chris could try to change anything and everything about him, but nothing could change his beaten soul. Nothing could change the heavy heart he wore against his sleeves. Christopher clings to his emotions and humanity too much. If he were to keep this up, he’ll be beaten too much and all that would be left to be is a rotting corpse of a cold, unloving man. Anyone would be surprised at how often this happens to all the little boys in the world who were told lies like they shouldn’t cry, or that they should always be strong. Those words drive a boy into a rabbit hole of mental harm, self consciousness, and a deep hate for his beautiful world. Until one day everything just stops. But how will it ever end, you may ask, but there's only three solutions: hope, freedom and death.
Hope is for the ones that you could never break. The person who has enough hope will let their mind grow and a strong belief that one day, things will get better, no matter what.
Then there's the people who want and maybe will get freedom and peace in their lives. These people who only wished to be freed from their tight constraints and limitations are stubborn enough to not give up, no matter how many years will pass by.
Then lastly, the people who dream of death being the last way out of hell. It’s a quick way to escape the pain and suffering of anything. Yet it only would cause problems for the ones alive who care for them, but not everyone has a person who deeply cares. It’s truly a sad thing to admit, but after all it is true. And no one but you will decide your fate.
Death of course doesn’t have to mean you purposely killing yourself, it could mean you got murdered, maybe for the greater good, or maybe for no good reason at all. But some people take death as a bitter triumph or simply embracing such a disaster. After all, people do whisper about that Icarus laughed as he fell.

Yet what will fate do with our Christopher Brian Xavier? Who knows. The only person who knows of such a secret is the grim reaper, but she doesn’t say a word about someone's death. The reaper is a silent fellow, who does her work in silence, she doesn’t have much remorse, unless for those who truly didn’t deserve it. But she doesn’t let all good people live once again. Not everyone can escape her crucial grasp, no matter how much you want to leave her cold embrace, she’ll just tug you closer to the land of the dead.

Yes, it’s quite the let down to know of such grim things, but at least Chris doesn’t think of it too much, after all he’s just an eleven year old kid. Children shouldn’t know of such horrors that life shall bring upon them. They should only grow and live through peace until the time is right to be taught of all such things.

But sadly, not every kid can stay innocent so long. Sometimes it’s because of their actions, other times it’s because of someone else's actions. But whatever, the adult is always right, right?
Lots of people would agree, but not everyone. And it’s best to stick with the crowd who says adults aren’t always right. Because those people still have a heart, even if it’s not untouched.

But for now, Chris would only focus on the sweet cold breeze that mother nature had brought upon this festive day, and walks over to Peter’s house to give him a gift of cheer.

Christopher had walked right up to Peter’s door at 7 in the morning and knocked, waiting for a reply from the other person on the other side of the door.

It only took a few seconds until his handsome speedster had opened the door with a soft grin and major bed head.

“Chr–” Peter was about to say.

“MERRY CHRISTMAS!” Christopher exclaimed with a smile. The boy was fairly excited for this wonderful day.

“Wha– OHH… Merry Christmas… I guess.” Peter muttered, stepping out of the doorway to allow Chris to enter his home.

“You could at least sound a bit more excited, mate.” Chris said to Peter, setting a playful glare on his best friend as he took off his jacket.

The speedster just rolled his eyes in response, though the action from him had no malice.

“Ya’ got me any gifts?” Peter suddenly asks, grinning widely.

“Oh bloody hell, forgot your gifts at my house. One second.” Chris says as he runs back outside. Not even bothering to put his jacket back on himself.

A few minutes later the shivering Chris came back to see Peter with his hands on his hips like a disappointed dad.

“You could’ve put your jacket back on.” The blond says, trying to fight back a grin as he lifts his hand and points out his pointer finger to Chris.

“Oh shut your trap.” Chris chuckles, which sends Peter in his own burst of sweet, recognisable giggles breaking apart his serious persona.

The duo went to go sit by the lighted up Christmas tree that had very few presents underneath it.

Neither of them had pointed out the lack of presents.

“Can you hand over that present now?” Peter had asked impatiently as he eyed the gift that had settled in Chris’ lap.

“Yes, yes, you impatient idiot.” Chris mumbles in reply and hands over the two wrapped presents.

Peter grins as he opens the first one, it was a vinyl from a newer band, The Rolling Stones.

Peter titled his head to the side.

“How am I s’pposed to play this? I don’t have a record player…” The blond says, looking up from the vinyl.

“Open the other gift.” Is all Christopher says in response.

The blond arches a brow and shrugs and opens the next gift and lets out a soft gasp.

“Y-You got me a record player?!” Peter shrieks in excitement.

Chris grins as he watched Peter smile then is caught off guard when Peter suddenly tackles him into a tight hug.

Chris awkwardly hugs back as Peter mumbles quiet thank yous into his shoulder.

The day continues like this, lots of smiles and laughter. It was filled of joy and so was the rest of the days that had led up to the final day of 1966, New Years!

Christopher had stayed at Peter’s house for the week as Megan, Peter’s mom, hung around, going in and out of the building as the two young kids climb onto the roof of the play structure in the park where they had first gone together in the Summer.

The managed to lay against the bumpy texture of the roof, luckily they weren’t sliding off.

They laid next to each other as they watched the fire works light up the sky as they heard other people cheering and walking by.

“Why did we have to go outside?” Peter complains out loud.

“This was your idea, you bloody idiot.” Christopher bites back with a grin on his lips as he glanced at his friend and admired his facial features silently.

Peter rolled his eyes in response as he glanced back at Chris. The two pairs of eyes had met each other then quickly both boys looked away.

Christopher was confused why he felt that he had butterflies in his stomach. What was this feeling, it was so sudden and new.

The two sat in silence as they heard people on the ground start counting down from ten. Despite the weather everyone was still going outside to see the fire works and greet the new year.

The young boys grin and count down out loud and let out a loud cheer when they get down to number one. It’s officially 1967!

Chris suddenly held his friend’s hand though the other boy didn’t mind too much.

The new year is filled with cheers. It doesn’t matter who you are, as long as you got a friend or family member you can always find a bit of light in your life.

It’s such a treasure to have someone to lean on and cherish. As bonds made with those around you can never happen twice. So no matter who or what you are, do cherish and hold close the people you care about, because one day you’ll be gone. And it’d be nice to let your friend go with so many good memories that the two of you had shared once before.

Christopher could never see himself with anyone else that isn’t Peter, same goes for the speedster. Their bond is too strong to break, no matter the problem, no matter the argument. The two boys can never be apart. They would die for one another; it'd be impossible for either of them to now live without each other.

Friendship is a frail thing and is hard to hold up, but for these two boys, they do an amazing job at it. And they might do better than just friends…who knows.

Notes:

school is almost ending for me so i hope to write more in July/August!

Chapter 11: New Girl

Summary:

teehee so theres a new girl in school chris chit chats with her, peter gets annoyed, chris is alone after school and goes him and has an encounter with his daddy

+tw more daddy issued scenes with Christopher

Christmas was over and now school was back in session once again. It was now around the 25th of January. The weather was still cold and school was still boring. Not much has happened during the first month of the year. Yet on this random school day morning something slightly different has happened.

When Chris and Peter had walked over to school they saw a new girl talking to Jason James. This girl clearly did not want to talk with Jason, at all. Her whole expression showed it. Chris couldn’t feel bad for this new mysterious girl.

Christopher just continued to walk to class with Peter rambling in his ear about god knows what. Clearly the black haired boy wasn’t paying attention to his blond friend. But perhaps Peter didn’t care, or just didn’t notice that his words were going through one ear and out the other.

But soon the two boys had walked over to their homeroom classroom, Peter still talking in Chris’ ear loudly. They both took their seats soon enough Peter still talked as Chris glanced at the door to the classroom, wondering if that girl from earlier is going to join their home room class room.

Minutes passed and soon enough his wondering mind got his question answered, yes, the girl was going to join their room for school.

Chris’ teacher smiled at the new girl and motioned her to come over. They had a whispered conversation and soon their home room teacher spoke up.

“Alright class, we have a new student joining our class.” The teacher said simply and mouthed something over to the girl who was standing awkwardly in front middle of the classroom.

“Uh… I’m Charlotte Fisher…” She mumbles softly.

To paint a picture Charlotte had bright ginger hair that fell to the middle of her back. Her eyes were a dark blue that matched her blue dress that she wore that ended just after her knees. She was fairly tall for her age, probably taller than most of the guys in the school to be honest.

The teacher nodded and spoke directly to her. “Alright, go take a seat Charlotte.” the older man spoke kindly. This is probably the nicest he’s been ever since he started teaching, which was forty years ago.

Charlotte nods and takes a seat beside Chris, which happens to be empty. Now Chris was fully surrounded by people. Peter on his left, Charlotte on his right, a kid named Emily in front of him and Jason behind him.

The class continues on with the lesson which Chris didn’t pay attention to due to him somehow already knowing whatever the lesson was about so Chris didn’t bother taking notes. Soon class was over and so was the next now it was break time of the day, thankfully, because school sucks wet cock.

Christopher and Peter had already had their food and Peter kept using his super secret superpower of speed to steal snacks from other people. Once Peter got back from another thieving trick Chris mumbled something over to him.

“Hey, maybe don’t steal stuff, it could expose you of maybe being a mutant.” Christopher quietly said to Peter, looking at his friend with concerned blue eyes.

“Where’s the fun in that, Chris?” Peter grinned at his friend, propping his elbows onto the table.

“People hate mutants!” Christopher exclaims quietly, obviously a bit worried.

“Do you?” The blond boy questions with a bigger smile, already knowing the answer.

“Of course I don’t hate mutants.” Chris lightly glared but before either of them could say another word, Charlotte walked over to them.

“Can I sit with you two..” She asks softly. “I just don’t want to sit with that Jason boy.” Charlotte added.

Peter was about to say the biggest no of the century but Chris got to say something before him. “Of course.” Christopher quickly says to the girl, offering her a kind smile.

“Thank you…” The ginger replies as she takes her seat beside Chris. Peter could feel himself getting annoyed when this girl just sat right next to his best friend.

“So what are your guys’ names?” She questions shyly, her ginger hair falling in her eyes.

“I’m Chris,” the black haired boy said, then gestures to the boy sitting in front of him. “And that’s Peter.” He adds softly with a smile.

Charlotte nods in acknowledgement as she glances at the annoyed looking Peter. The girl just pays no mind to that look she was getting from Peter and looks back at Chris.

Chris and Charlotte talked the rest of lunch as Peter would at little sarcastic quips. Clearly Christopher had taken a quick liking to the new girl, though Peter wasn’t having it at all, for some reason. Personally, Chris was confused why Peter kept glaring at Charlotte. After all Chris thought the ginger girl was pretty nice, and pretty as well and he knows how much of a womanizer personality that Peter had. After all Peter was flirting with women who are literal adults, wonder if there's a reason for that.

Soon the school day had ended and coincidentally Chris and Charlotte had shared the same last class, which they spent most of the time just quietly talking and for some reason Peter felt jealous of the two. But he didn’t know why, it’s not like he’s dating him or anything. Maybe Peter will discover why he feels this way later, or will he just ignore it until his death bed, who really knows.

Chris waves a goodbye to Charlotte once they are outside of the school and goes to find his dear friend Peter. Christopher spent a good ten minutes waiting for Peter but he couldn’t find him anywhere so he just gives up and walks back home.

Chris could feel the wind gliding across his face and body, making him shiver ever so slightly but tried to force himself to not shiver, even if there was no one around looking or judging him at all.

Christopher softly sighs as he walks back home, his mind just assumed that Peter didn’t want to hang out so he just went to his house that he shared with his bitchy father.

Christopher goes up to his room and plops his back pack onto his bed and goes downstairs to make dinner because his father, Kurt Marko, for some reason can’t make his own food.

He decided to just make a caesar salad paired with steak. It took a while and Chris could hear his father shout from the living room.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP!” Kurt called out in anger, why did he have to have such a temper, it was quite annoying for Christopher.

Then the young boy could hear footsteps and grumbling from his father as he slowly cooked his stake on the stove top.

“Why are you so slow at makin’ food!?” Kurt glared at his son in pure anger. “You should be quicker at this.” the man added as he grabbed Chris’ wrist tightly.

“This oughta teach ya’ a lesson boy.” Kurt glares at his son and smirks with annoyance as Chris struggled against the firm grip and soon presses Chris’ arm against the hot and burning stove top.

Christopher let out a loud whimper in pain and agony. “S-Stop!” He shouts, he could feel his flesh burning off his wrist.

Kurt grins and lets off his son and just walks away in silence. “Go to ya’ room boy, I don’t want yer food anyways.” he mutters and Christopher runs up to his bedroom in tears, face planting onto his bed in despair and agony, why couldn’t he just have a good dad like everyone else?!

He fell asleep, his unconsciousness driving the pain away as he dreamt quietly in his bed. Chris’ mind was bombarded with this dream he kept having. It was that same dark world where shadows danced around and talked amongst each other and Chris would walk around in this shadow realm as he reached out to this rather tall lioness that had sharp teeth like a shark and wings of an angel. Each time Chris would walk up to touch it he’d just wake up from his dream.

Now it was a new day already and he was getting so sick of that damn dream. Once Christopher gained consciousness of his surroundings he was reminded of the pain in his arm and grumbled something under his breath and stood up from his bed, heading to the nearest bathroom to rinse the injury under freezing cold water then tried to clean it with soap but that stung to much so he gave up on getting more hand soap onto this wicked burn mark.

After a few minutes he turns off the water and looks in the cabinets for some bandages to wrap his injury in, which of course he does find some whitish bandages.

He finishes up with taking care of his hurting arm and goes back to his room to get change, he’s surprised he slept for more hours then five, but anyways he puts on some new clothes and grabs his back pack and leaves his room, goes downstairs and is out the door to go to school, once again.

Notes:

bro. tf am i doing, fr. idk how to write girls, or anything at all lmao.

Chapter 12: A quick Reveal

Summary:

yall get a good dose of whiplash today, hehe, idk how to summarise shyt.

Chris walks to school in silence, wondering where the hell is Peter at. Normally they’d meet up and walk with each other, but apparently not today. Soon, halfway through his slow strides to his school a familiar ginger girl waved to him, it was Charlotte Fisher, the new shy and kind girl who currently wore a cream coloured top with long sleeves and a red vest with a single button and pointed hemline. To finish the outfit she had a below knee length skirt that had a beige base that matched her shirt with a vibrant red, blue and white plaid pattern.

“Hey Chris!” Charlotte grins as she walks over to the boy she had met just yesterday. Christopher pauses his walk to send her a wave while Charlotte stands beside him now.

“Oh hey Charlotte.” Chris says to the red headed girl, putting his hands in his pockets.

Christopher in the meanwhile wore a white turtle neck shirt that had long sleeves with a rich red brown vest with flap pockets and a button closure paired with dark brown trousers with flared ends.

“So, how are ya’ this fine morning?” Charlotte asked him with a soft smile, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Just fine.” The boy mumbles in a soft reply, feeling glad that he decided to wear a long sleeve shirt due to his burn mark that he had gotten the day before from his father.

Charlotte nods and starts walking forward to school with Christopher right beside him. The two continued to chat with each other until they got on school bounds when Jason walked over to them with a glare.

“Why’re you hanging out with Christopher of all people, Charlotte?” He demanded, putting his hands in his pockets as he looked between the two good acquaintances.

“Because he’s nice.” She replies reasonably, not sure why Jason was starting to be a jerk.

“So, he’s a massive weirdo, duh!” The boy replies angrily as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Christopher could feel his heart break. Sure he’s been called all kinds of names but it still always pains him that people actually think he’s just some messed up weirdo. Poor Chris just wants people to like and respect him and to not just look at him like he’s some sort of freak. But honestly, he should just get used to the name calling, because it isn’t stopping anytime soon, perhaps maybe it’ll never stop and he’ll just be called stupid nicknames for the rest of his sad, pathetic, little life.

“He ain’t no weirdo!” Charlotte defended Chris, getting highly annoyed at Jason’s name calling, she wondered if this always happened to Chris, which she assumed was the right answer, yes.

“You shouldn’t hang out with him either way! He’ll corrupt you with his fag tendices!” the blond boy shouts at the girl, causing some other people to get curious by the sudden sound of Jason yelling at some sweet, innocent girl.

Soon a different blond came over to the scene, of course this new appearance was Peter Maximoff, Chris’ best friend.

“Jason, leave him alone!” Peter barked out as he was just suddenly beside the yelling boy.

Jason pauses, clearly confused on how quick Peter had gotten there, after all no one even noticed him walking or even running to his spot there.

But no one really questioned it out loud, it was just all in their heads.

“Oh piss off, Maximoff!” Jason snaps, glaring at Chris’ friend. Jason hates when people talk back to him, he just really wants to be the main character, which obviously he isn’t because he’s a boring blond bitch.

“And why should I, James?” The secret speedster spat back, crossing his arms over his chest, his shoulders were tense clearly.

“J-Just because, this doesn’t involve you!” Jason mutters to him as Charlotte and Christopher just watched the whole thing go down. Also other students were watching too in wide eyed amusement. Though some were questioned where the hell were the teachers at. But of course their question wouldn’t be answered directly sadly, which is just a bit annoying for some certain people.

Just then the bell had rung and everyone rushed to their class. Peter grabbed Chris’ wrist and Chris grabbed Charlotte’s wrist and went rushing to class, leaving behind a sulking Jason James behind them.

The day went as normal. Peter seemed to be calmer with Charlotte today than the day before.

Soon these basic days turned into basic months until it was the last month of school for them. Another dance was in the making but maybe it’ll go better than the previous dance in the winter, if you know, you know.

Chris and Peter just reused their suits from months before though they wondered what Charlotte was going to wear there.

Peter also wasn’t being rude to Charlotte anymore and of course Chris was still his sweet boy self.

Soon the dance happened in May, just a week before their school year ended.

Everyone was dancing and all dolled up for this special occasion for the end of the year.

Peter hung around the snacks table as Chris went to find Charlotte.

Instead it was Charlotte who had found her friend wandering the hallways of the school.

Charlotte wore a beautiful red dress covered in sparkles and glitter. Her ginger hair was let down and very wavy as it fell just below her shoulders. She also had a pair of black heels to go with the outfit because black can go with literally anything.

“Heya Chris!” She smiles softly and runs over to him to give him a big hug. Chris feels a bit awkward but hugs her back anyways because she was her friend, and it was just a hug so why should he feel uncomfortable with something so small and insignificant.

“Hello, Cherry.” Chris mumbles in reply with a smile painting his soft pink lips. Cherry was a nickname Chris and Peter had given Charlotte due to her having red vibrant hair and her name starting with a C.

Charlotte stepped out of the hug and grabbed his hand and they talked and walked to the dance floor. They had soon found Peter who was chugging down some pop.

“Hey Peter!” Charlotte grins at the blond boy as she still holds Chris’ hand. Recently some people were shipping Charlotte and Chris, which is a bit weird because they’re just friends, though of course no one believes them.

“Oh hey there Cherry.” Peter grins at her then notices them holding hands and his soft grin turns into a smirk full of mischief.

“Ooo, you’re holding hands!” He says, putting down his pop on the table and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh piss off, Petey.” Chris grumbles in annoyance but can’t help but smile as well.

“Yeah, we’re just friends. Plus I like somebody else.” Cherry adds, letting go of Chris’ hand to ever so casually take Peter’s drink and well drink it.

“HEY! That is my drink!” The blond boy glares at the ginger in frustration. He pouts and sulks for a few seconds.

“Oh stop acting like a bloody baby!” Christopher mumbles and pinches Peter’s cheek and that earns him a glare from his friend but neither of them say anything as they gaze at each other.

Charlotte just watches both of them with a knowing look in her big eyes.

“C’mon let’s get dancing!” She says and tosses the now empty drink on the ground and drags Peter and Chris over to dance to the fun music playing in the back ground vividly.

They were all having plenty of fun there with all the bright lights shining in their faces. Nothing could go wrong.

Yet something happens and their happiness goes a total 180.

As they all danced people were laughing at them until….

SPLASH!

Charlotte was splashed with water and was fully drenched, so was Chris.

“Not again…” Christopher mutters under his breath as he remembers a similar prank from a few months ago at another dance.

Chris is annoyed and so is Peter yet Charlotte seems just fine, as if nothing just happened.

“Thanks James, I really needed refreshments.” She says to the master mind of the prank, of course it’s Jason James who else would it be. By now Chris just blames every inconvenience on Jason, because he’s a dick.

Everyone just stares at her in awe and surprise, especially Jason who walks away baffled and slightly annoyed because she wasn’t even a bit upset.

Charlotte continues on dancing with the music and eventually everybody else does, the night was filled with bright fun and would be quite the memory.

Now it was late at night, the dance was over and everybody had gone home, Chris had, Charlotte had and Peter had, yet Peter was greeted with a surprise.

The blond boy waved a goodbye to his friends and entered his house to see his mother ominously sitting at the table with papers in hand.

“Sit.” The woman said as she looked at her son seriously, Peter obeyed and took a seat, looking at his mother curiously.

“What’s this all about, ma’?” Peter questioned, propping his elbows onto the table.

“Well…” His mother hesitates, not sure if she should dare say a word or not.

“Tell me.” Peter mumbles with a tiny grin as his mom sighs and speaks up. But what she had said made even the chatty Peter go silent in a wave of surprise. And it was pretty hard to get Peter Maximoff of all people to actually stay quiet for more than just a few seconds. Everyone knew he has a chatter box and if you didn’t, then you must be living under a rock.

But anyways, the thing that his mother told him that had shocked Peter was…

“I’m pregnant.” She says and Peter’s jaw drops, who’d she bang recently. Peter was shocked after all his mother has not been in a relationship ever since his dad ditched.

Notes:

im lit not even planning none of these chapters lmao i just write and hopes its decent

Chapter 13: Silence

Summary:

so our boy Peter tells Chris and Cherry that his mama is having a baby. then they hit up the ice cream shop and go to the mall. Then after that Chris goes home to his pops, and you can already guess what happens.

The warm summer breeze hit their faces as they let out a sigh in relief as the school year had just ended a few days ago. They’re all smiling and everything is great. Chris, Peter, and Cherry are all deep in a conversation about something stupid most likely but they’re keeping themselves entertained so they don’t care about the stupidity they speak of right now. The trio is just glad that neither of them are alone anymore.

Soon Peter decided to pipe up something random, but it was something his mother told him days ago.

“My moms having a baby.” The boy says with a subtle smirk as he spoke rather bluntly, no warning, no nothing, he just says it. Of course Peter was a pretty blunt guy, much to people’s annoyance and amusement.

“I thought she was single?” Cherry questioned, crossing her arms as she glanced over to her friend.

The trio were all sat on the swings at the park, gripping the chains that would hold them up.

“Well yeah, but she said she was pregnant.” Peter simply says as the wind pushes his blond hair into his face.

“Well if she does give birth, make sure she names the baby after me.” Charlotte grins. The girl takes her hair tie off of her wrist and ties her flaming red hair into a tight and high ponytail.

“What if it’s a boy, though?” Chris soon asked, glancing at his two friends but mainly focusing on Charlotte at the moment being.

“Name it Charlie then, or Charles.” She says not noticing the spark of recognition on Christopher’s face at the sound of the name Charles. It reminded him of course of his older brother, who teaches at some school.

“Those names suck, but we should get ice cream.” Peter pipes up with a more visible smirk on his lips.

“sounds good to me.” The only girl there replied with a tiny smile.

“Yeah cool.” Mumbles Christopher.

Soon the trip gets off of the swings and starts walking towards the ice cream shop that Peter was addicted to. Mainly because the lady who worked there had her tits half out most of the time. It was quite a sight to see for a twelve year old going through puberty.

“Hey boys! Y'all brought a new guest?” The woman says as Chris, Peter, and Charlotte enter the establishment.

“Yeah, her name’s Charlotte, we call her Cherry though.“ Peter says, making it known that he is staring at the worker's tits. though the girl doesn't mind or care, which was odd to both Chris and Cherry.

“What a pretty name! Now, what can I get you three?” The older woman replies with a smile.

“The usual.“ Peter and Chris say at the same time with a smile, their usual was a chocolate and butter pecan.

“Now for you, gal?” The woman asks.

“Just strawberry in a cone.” The ginger replies, looking at the older person’s face then leans closer to Chris and whispers.

“What’s her name?” Cherry asked quietly to her quiet friend.

“Elizabeth, though most call her Betty, I’m pretty sure.” The boy responded to her in an equally quiet voice.

“Here ya’ go!” Betty hands Charlotte her ice cream and waves a goodbye as the trio heads out of the establishment.

“We should go to the mall.” Says Charlotte as she starts to walk towards the mall that everyone went to.

The boys just nod and follow.

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The trio are in the mall currently walking around and pointing out some fun things they thought were cool. All of them were having an amazing time with each other and their jokes that they made. Though most of the jokes were said by Peter because he has quite the motor mouth.

They all walk around simply though Chris notices a man in a wheelchair in the distance. He instantly recognised who it was.

It was his older brother, Charles Xavier.

Christopher stared at the man who was alone, desperately wanting to go up to him and hug him but the boy doubted Charles even remembered who the hell he was.

Chris bit his lip to stop himself from saying anything about it, he stopped himself from going up to the person he wanted most. Christopher just couldn’t go to approach. The silence was deafening as he tuned out all the sounds around him and focused on his brother who sat at a table all alone with a drink in hand.

Soon Cherry and Peter noticed him pausing and was confused.

“Hey, Chris?” Cherry calls out and walks back to her friend in some confusion, why’d he stop and let them keep going.

Christopher snaps out of his trance and looks back at Cherry.

“Y-Yeah?” He stutters out, trying to pretend everything is just fine and how it should be.

“Whatcha starin’ at?” Asked Peter with his oh so familiar smirk still across his lips.

“Nothing, just zoned out.” The raven haired boy replied, looking between Peter and Charlotte.

“Whatever you say…” Mutter Cherry under her breath quietly.

“Well then,” the eldest there runs a hand through his platinum blond hair. “Lets go back to shopping and stealing stuff.” He says at last and starts walking, so do the other two present as well.

Christopher looks back one final time and makes eye contact with Charles from across the food court. That was that. Perhaps Chris will go up to him soon.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⚝ ˖ ݁𖥔 .

The shopping was done once the sky turned dusk. Peter had stolen plenty of things and Charlotte was confused why he didn’t get caught yet, because she doesn’t know he’s a speedster mutant yet.

Chris didn’t get anything, he just couldn’t, his mind was filled with his brother, fantasising about a world where he got to talk to Charles all the time about anything and everything. Chris wished his dreams would come true, perhaps one day they will. But who truly knows, after all, no one knows what the future will hold, people can only guess.

Chris goes home when the sky is dark, he’s alone once again.

He walks into his house and closes the front door behind him, trying to be as quiet as he could because he knew he forgot to make dinner once again for the billionth time and Chris knows his dad, Kurt, would go berserk for the billionth time as well.

He sighs as he can hear his father shouting out his name from the living room. Of course Chris walks in the room to face his father, he has to be obedient or worse things could happen.

“Hold your wrist out, you should know what you did to deserve this.” Says Kurt coldly as he lifts up a metal ruler in his right hand.

Christopher just has to nod and walks over, rolling his long sleeved shirt up and holding out his wrists for his father to slice.

Kurt just sighs and hits the ruler to his skin, making sure to rub the metal against the cold and slightly tanned flesh, wanting to make a cut so deep that’ll scar.

The pain was slow to creep up onto Christopher, but once he saw the blood soon burst out he winced. After all these years he now feels like he actually deserves this, at this very moment he doesn’t stop to think that maybe this shouldn’t be happening. He’s come to accept the pain simply, the only wonder on his mind is when this will be over so he go to sleep.

After minutes that felt like hours Kurt silently stopped and waved his wrist, signalling for Chris to leave, which the bot of course does.

Christopher silently walks up the stairs and into the bathroom, looking for bandages to wrap his wounds in. He felt numb, like an emotionless numb when something happens and you just get used to it.

After a few minutes he covered the fresh cuts in bandages and brushes his teeth rather quickly and goes to his room, falling onto his bed as he falls asleep in a dark inescapable silence that would drive a sane person mad.

Chris wanted to hear something, anything but no he has to lay down in silence that makes him toss and turn, not even his bed creaks when he moves, that’s what’s making him annoyed. He can’t even just peacefully fall asleep, he is forced into the darkness in his room and the only true company he has with him is the thoughts that come from his mind but still that doesn’t fill up the empty void Chris is feeling tonight. The boy feels incomplete.

Christopher wonders if this feeling is being caused because he isn’t hanging out with his friends, or because he can’t get a hug out of his stubborn father.

Christopher feels like he’s lost a part of himself. He’s missing something, that something being Charles. But the poor boy is confused, because how can he miss something that he’s never had.

Christopher would sell his soul to the devil to just have a better life and soul. He knows he is not alone, after all he had Peter and Charlotte but Chris thinks they deserve someone better than his mopey, quiet, and probably depressed ass.

The poor twelve year old wonders if it is selfish to think these thoughts, but before he could come up with a direct answer he starts crying, crying so hard it made his eyes and head hurt.

What he would do to just be normal and happy.

And before he knew it, he falls asleep in this awkward silence.

Notes:

bro im making myself tweak, lmao. Also i jst watched Mr Fantastic Fox and Perks of Being a Wallflower, in tears.

Chapter 14: Burnout

Summary:

Chris feels drained from the summer, like every day is the same damn thing. It drove himself crazy. Then just like that summer was over and he was in gym class, though something pretty bad happens...

That familiar silence from the night before has returned to haunt Chris in the early time of a rosy dawn. Christopher absolutely hated it, just as he did hours earlier.

The silence wasn’t peaceful, it was just wrong. The quietness hung in the air like a warning that something was coming, but maybe Chris was overthinking the thing he could not hear.

The room turned suffocating and insufferable within seconds, Chris just wanted to go back to sleep, he wanted noise to come back yet no one wouldn’t accept his wishes.

He knew nothing was coming, but for some reason his body thought so. Chris was confused with himself and what he was feeling.

This sudden silence made his skin itch and his heart beat faster every minute passing.

The room clung to its hushness like smoke, heavy and bitter, curling in corners that it didn’t belong to. He wanted all this silence to just stop right now, or just soon.

His breathing picked up, Christopher felt suddenly nervous. The boy glanced at the injuries littered on his wrists, he felt numb when he looked at the scars his father caused. He couldn’t feel much now, too focused on staring at his arms that were injured. Soon the only thing he could hear was a ringing in his ears and his heart beat quickening.

It kept going, minutes felt like it stretched for hours until it just stopped, completely. He doesn’t know why it stopped, he doesn’t know why the ringing and his loud heart beat just became unhearable.

Then his eyes closed and he was back into his slumber once again, his body was just too tired to stay awake.

Though of course the boy would awake from his sleep at the sound of rocks being thrown at his window, once again.

He groans and gets up off his bed, almost falling down due to the suddenness of standing up. He shrugs it off and opens his blinds, once again seeing Peter and Cherry down by the side walk with pebbles in hands, shouting his name. Chris rolls his eyes and closes his blinds.

The boy walks over to his closet and grabs some clothes to wear and changes.

Christopher is soon outside with his two buddies and they go to hangout.

Though Chris isn’t having much fun, he feels as if he is suffocating in the heat. The poor boy just feels alone, lost in the darkness as he tries to keep up the facade he’s had ever since he was little.

The heat really just ticks him off but doesn’t mention it.

After the hangout he goes home, cooks dinner then goes to sleep. This cycle repeats, never ending.

Christopher felt like he was in a weird time loop you’d read about or see on the television.

Chris suddenly feels drained of everything, he wants to have fun but he just can’t.

Each day feels the exact same. Christopher is the only one to notice the similarities between the weeks that go by.

He tells himself he’s just going crazy, or overthinking it way too much.

This hatred and numbness didn’t roar, it stayed quiet and lingered throughout the summer.

Every breath he took of the warm air, and every hangout with his only friends soon began to feel bitter— this feeling stayed on his tongue and caressed it like a fire to a burning building.

Time would only feed this feeling in his heart. Made it sharper and more refined. Sharp enough to be a spear almost.

Though, of course Chris being Chris kept up his pathetic facade.

He smiled, he laughed, he joked with his friends, pretending that he doesn’t hate every second of their hangouts.

Christopher doesn’t loathe his friends, he could never. It’s just the feeling of everything being the same and simple is what fueled the distaste in his whole body.

Chris wanted something spicy and dicey to happen to him. Something dangerous but fun.

Anything would be good for him. Just as long it wasn’t going to some stupid ice cream shop and hearing the same inside joke replayed every hour of the day.

So no, when his teachers asked him if he had a good summer break, he didn’t. Every moment was boring. Chris felt alone, but knew he wasn’t. After all, Cherry and Peter were still around, but he just felt so alone.

Christopher constantly wanted to feel something, pain, excitement, anything that wasn’t a feeling of being bitter.

Chris felt misunderstood but felt too scared to say anything about this feeling within him. Worried that people might call him a drama queen that seeks for attention at every second of the day.

Chris knew he wasn’t well liked, but didn’t want to be hated. Because why would anyone want to be hated at all.

Hate is a deep feeling. It’s a quiet, creeping weight that rests upon Chris’ shoulders.

Chris’ mind made him feel like someone was watching him, constantly. But the staring wasn’t filled of love and adoration it was filled with something colder– more threatening than a knife being set at your throat.

Christopher couldn’t help but feel anytime someone whispered about something near him, it was about him. Not in a me me me way, because Chris would feel embarrassed to feel and act like those people.

The laughter he hears at every corner, or even from Peter and Charlotte sounded edged with mockery and also sounded forced.

His mind was starting to play tricks on him, it had gotten to the point where he was questioning his every move. How every step he took looked like, or how his facial expression were.

His chest feels tight and enclosed. Why must this happen to him, why can’t it happen to anyone else?

Even when no one is around Chris still hears the echoes of disappointment and distaste, even if they are a figment of his own wild imagination.

Chris felt small, fragile and just plain stupid about what his mind and heart were telling him.

Though of course Christopher didn’t tell anyone of this mellow feeling because he knows people have it way worse then him.

Chris is just an upset little boy, others have lost family members, limbs, pets, and their life. So why should he complain?

He tries to ignore this agony that laid on top of him but couldn’t. These thoughts made him forget to eat food and have water which ultimately screws him up.

Summer was over, obviously, and the school days were the same.

Chris currently was having gym class with Peter also coincidentally being there as well, so hooray!

Their strict gym teacher, Mr Kalynuk was ordering his students to run the 10 metre (32 feet) running track from side to side for ten minutes.

So everyone did as they were told, including Chris, because no one wants to get in trouble with Mr Kalynuk of all people.

Christopher is pushing himself, he doesn’t need to sprint like he’s the god damn flash, he could just jog.

Peter was even a bit concerned about this, knowing Chris wasn’t the most athletic person in the world.

Chris just kept on running back and forth, lapping a few others running.

He pumped his arms and moved his legs like never before. Christopher wanted to feel accomplished so he ran and ran.

Chris could feel the sweat on him, he could feel that the heat of September hit him hard.

Though just when there was two minutes left of running he slowed down, disoriented, he felt confused for some reason,

Peter glanced at him, a bit more concerned now. He noticed how more quiet Christopher has gotten.

Meanwhile Chris stopped his sprinting. His skin felt dry suddenly and noticed his arms a bit more red than usual.

He soon would feel a pound in his head and could feel a ringing in his ears.

All the noise around him was turning into a detuned radio. Chris could almost just make out the sound of his teacher telling him to run before he hit the ground hard.

Notes:

erm. chris is not dead, don't worry.