The Gifted -Fanfiction

Gianna

I headed out back into the garage to get a screwdriver and wrench for Marcos and rummage around the toolbox. I didn't hear someone come in behind me.

"Gianna Diaz?" A male voice says. I spin around and see a boy around my age come in.

"Hi," I greet with a smile. "Do I know you?"

"Oh, I'm a mind-reader, a telepathic. I read your mind to get your name,"

"Oh," I muse. "Why?"

"I'm just gonna cut straight to the point. I think you're really cute," I raise my eyebrows in amusement.

"I have a boyfriend," I say. "I intend to keep it that way." He moves in closer to me.

"He doesn't have to know," he whispers when he's close to me. Too close for comfort. 

"Okay, I'm not comfortable with this," I back away from him and head for the door. He laughs a low laugh and grabs my wrist.

"I'm just messing with you," he says when I turn to face him. "Let's start over again, okay?" 

"Fine," I say and fold my arms across my chest.

"I'm Tony Roy, my sister, Diane, and I stumbled upon this place. I have the ability to read minds, how 'bout you?"

"I'm Gianna Diaz. My brother runs this place with his friends and I have the ability to control and create ice," I tell him.

"So...you're Elsa, but Spanish?" he asks. He read my mind again. I shoot him an annoyed look. "Fine, fine. I'm sorry. No more mind-reading, okay?"  

"How old are you?" I ask.

"I'm 17, you?" he tucks his hands into his pockets.

"15," I answer. 

"Cool. I'm from Canada, where are you from?" 

"I'm born in Colombia, but moved to Madrid," I told him.

"It's a nice place, Madrid," 

"You've been?"

"Nah, I've seen pictures," he shrugs. And despite myself, I smile. "See, we can get along," 

"Don't get smug," I pull the wrench and screwdriver out of the toolbox.  

"Where're you going?"  he asks.

"Back to my boyfriend," I roll my eyes and head out. 

"See you 'round, Gianna," he says.

"Right," I answer and leave. The door closes with a few slams and I stride towards the breakfast table again. I pass the tools to Marcos and he continues fixing the broken pipe after thanking me. I take my seat beside Andy again.

"What took you so long?" he asks.

"Ran into someone," I shrug and he nods.

He holds my hand and squeezes, a reassuring gesture. I smile and continue eating. I love this family.