Nobody's Hero | ✓

~Wolverine~

~Wolverine~

When the morning rang in and I sat up, I felt better than I had all week. The smell of slightly burning toast let me settle in on the fact that Nikki still was a bad cook. When I stretched and all my arms hit was the cool sheet-covered mattress, I realized Wilbur wasn't lying with me.

I rolled over and converted my eyes to the tiny kitchen Nikki stood at. She was pulling a piece of toast out of the toaster with a knife; my head fell into my hands as I stood. I swiftly moved towards her, taking the knife and laying it on the table.

"Would you like to die?" I asked sarcastically and I pulled the toast out with my fingers. I set it on the plate beside the toaster and walked back to the table bed. I assumed we were going to be eating soon and we couldn't really eat on a mattress. So, I began to fold up the blankets and sheets, stuffing the mattress in the compartment up above me where it had been before.

"Pop some toast in there for me too?" I asked. Nikki winked and set a plate of toast with marmalade in front of me.

"Way ahead of you." She popped another piece of toast in the toaster and sat with me while she waited. I took a delicate bite of the toast, it was good. My stomach growled as I ate and I wanted to yell "Yes! I'm feeding you, calm down.".

As I finished my bite, I turned back to Nikki. "Where's Wilbur?"

Nikki trailed her eyes to the bathroom and jumped a little when her toast popped. She got up to get it out, without help from a knife.

"Shower." She said slowly. I laughed a bit. She was such a weirdo.

When Wilbur emerged from the shower I imaged him in only a towel, but much to my sadness he was fully dressed. I smiled to him and gave a tiny wave as I put my plate in the sink. Nikki finished her toast and did the same.

"Good morning Will." Nikki said coolly. Since when was she allowed to call him Will? He gave her a confused look, but didn't miss a beat when he replied.

"Same to you, Nick." He gave a boyish smiled and sat at the table. Nikki seemed flustered, but I was relived. It seemed like the more time I spent with him, the more I liked him. We talked more when Nikki began to drive.

"Hey Irm?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?" His boyish smile began to fade into an uncomfortable one and I sighed. Whatever it was I had to be here to listen.

"Sure." I played it cool, he needed to trust me.

"Well..my parents weren't fighting about college. They were fighting about me..being-"

"Wrap it up guys! We're coming close to a gas station. I need someone to go in and help me get some food. Someone else can fill up the van." She said, swooping into the winding parking lot of Z-Boys gas station.

We did rock-paper-scissors and decided that Nikki and I would get food, while Wilbur stayed back and pumped gas. Nikki parked the van beside the pump and we both ran inside. Wilbur waved to us as we ran, but I was the only one who waved back.

Inside, I stood beside Nikki while she piled a basket with candy and chips. I put my hand up to her after a minute of pilling bags of Doritos.

"Shouldn't we get some regular food?" I asked "Besides, how much money did your mom even give you?"

Nikki ignored me for a moment and she put the fourth bag of Doritos in. "We've got five hundred bucks. Plus, wouldn't you rather eat junk food? Get that stick out of your ass and let's go pay."