The Gifted -Fanfiction

Gianna

I was talking to Hayley about something when the portal opened outside. John, Tony, Mr and Mrs Strucker and I ran outside to greet the others. I saw Marcos and ran to him. I immediately hugged him.

"Marcos! Thank god you're safe," I smiled but he wasn't smiling. "Marcos?"

"Good to see you too, sis. Um...I...I gotta go inside for a while," he excused himself and walked inside speedily. I frown and look at Lorna. I give her a hug as well and she smiles at me. 

"Don't worry about him, he's just...shook," she explains.

"But...what happened?" I ask her.

"I'll leave it to him to tell you," she says and follows Marcos inside. I catch a glimpse of Andy and run to him, Tony behind.

"Andy!" I call and he turns. My smile falters. On his arm is a smug Diane. "A...Andy, what's going on?" 

"Oh, honey, why don't you run along with my brother," Diane drawls. My hands clench into fists. 

"Diane, what did you do?" Tony asked.

"Me?" she feigns shock and then laughs. "Remember what you told me, Tony? That you liked Gianna and I told you I liked Andy?"

"I was joking, Diane," he seethes with anger. "I didn't think you'd really try to get close to Andy," 

"What the heck is going on?" I ask, confused. 

"You've been seeing Tony behind my back, haven't you?" Andy asks, dead-calm.

"What? No! I've been waiting for you!" I cry out. This can't be happening.

"I can't believe you, Gianna," he gives me a disgusted look.

"Believe what, Andy?!" 

"That you would lie!" he yells. I stay silent. Then a tear falls from my icy eyes.

"I thought...I thought I loved you, Andy," I whisper. Unable to look at him anymore, I run to my room. As I run, I hear someone's footsteps behind me. Please don't be Andy.  Suddenly, I realise I've already passed my room. So, I run to the next best place, the back. I lean on a piece of half-done structure and catch my breath. And cry. Tears came overflowing and I hunch my body, letting my hair fall over my eyes. 

I feel strong arms wrap around my body and I turn to see Tony. I wrap my arms around his neck and cry into the nook of his shoulder. He strokes my back softly and kisses my head.

"It's okay, I'm here," he coaxes and I look up at him. And kiss him. Kiss him desperately, harder than I've ever kissed anyone, even Andy.

"I need someone, Tony. I need you," I tell him. 

"You have me," he says and hugs me again.