☆𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬☆

Stay

Short imagine

Ever since me and warren were little, he always had this package of excitement and love. He was the first to make me feel comfortable when I was a new mutant in school and we just bonded like glue. But of course you're to experience a drift between two people maybe this was the outcome. The outcome of him randomly leaving and writing on a piece of paper '93'. I never knew what it meant and why he told me but my mind has been on it for the longest, but I've slowly gave up on it. Telling myself that I'll never see him again makes me sadder.

It was midnight and I was taking a walk to clear my head and get some fresh air. Being in my dorm back at the school felt like I was held hostage. I turned down a sidewalk I've never been before but there was a abandoned wear house. I took a look at it and seen writing on the wall. I walk up to it and read what it said.

"93" I graze my finger over the carved in writing. I walk back away from and continue to have my little stroll but something told me to go inside and see what was there so I did. I walk back over to the metal door and forced it open.

It was only a empty building. Dark but little light coming from the moon that shined through parts of the ceiling. I walk inside further, seeing some bottles of alcohol on the ground.

"Maybe some was here" I say to myself. "And maybe they still are" a voice echoed startling me. I let out a gasp and see a figure walking from a dark corner.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry. I was taking a walk and saw this place-"

"Why are you here, y/n"
They know my name? "How do you know my name?"
I couldn't really see their face. the shadow casting from the angle they were standing didn't reveal much to me.
"The same way I know that when you were five that you slap me because I stole your favorite crayon"
I walk over to the person and pull them into the light. "oh my god," i whisper to myself in shock. "Warren?" i questioned thinking i was just seeing things. "Now, what if I was killer?"
He jokes with a small smirk showing on his lips. I give him the biggest hug I could ever give someone. I took in this feeling of him hugging me back. It was something I've missed for the longest time but me being me and thinking about how he left, he shouldn't get a hug.

"WHYWOULDYOULEAVELIKETHAT?!"
I push him off of me. "Woah, y/n-" he reached his hand out towards me.
"IT'S NOT A GOOD FEELING TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING TO FIND YOUR BEST FRIEND GONE WITH A PIECE OF PAPER WITH THE NUMBER 93 WRITTEN ON IT!"

"Calm down or you're gonna-"

"DONT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN WARREN WORTHINGTON THE THIRD!"
I felt the fire in my hands burst out and my hair on fire.

"Burst into flames" warren says with a chuckle.
"Is that a joke?" I squint my eyes at his unseriousness. "Yes and I'm not sorry"
I huff and walk away from him. "Would you mind explaining the reason why I'm angry?" I turn back around to him.

"Not until your hair is normal again and it's not a burning stove eye"

"Ok...ok," i claimed myself down. "but first we go back to my dorm because it's freezing" i rub my arms letting out a shiver.

We walked back to my dorm using the path I took when I walked to the warehouse. We walked quietly through the halls because it was 1 am people were most likely sleeping. After I opened my dorm room door, I let warren in first before I went in.

"You don't have a roommate?" He asks. "I told them I wanted to save my space for someone" I answer giving him a small smile. "Who? Your boyfriend"

"No, I don't have a boyfriend. It was for you- did I not make that clear? when I said-"

"No. You should try harder next time" he smiles at me. "Noted," i sit on the bed with him. "Warren...maybe you don't want to talk about it, or maybe you do, it's up to you"
I look away from the floor and to him, who was already looking at me. I never noticed the scar on his face but I did see the ones on his stomach with a bigger and noticeable.

"What were you doing?"

"I need some time and space away from everyone. I was beginning to feel...trapped. The reason isn't really big. Also I took up cage fighting while being gone to release some anger I had built up"

"Why were you mad? Was I reason you left?"
He chuckles at my last question and looks down to play with my hand. "No, I actually wanted to stay because of you because I felt that you would be hurt that I left but I had to think about myself for once at least and not other people. Now, don't get me wrong I wouldn't want you to be sad or anything, and I don't want other people to feel the same way but I realized that I don't pay attention to my feelings as much as I pay attention to family memebers or my friends and i kept having the thought that I wouldn't be as good as the other mutants...not being as great as my dad or the first Worthington triggers me and gets me frustrated to the point where I can't take it and I just want to run from everything and everyone in my surroundings. I'm so used to being left behind I just didn't feel a difference from it when I left"

"If I knew you felt this way, I could've help..." i placed my hand in his knee in comfort.

"That's the thing. I don't want to look weak in front of people, y/n. They think I can't handle things on my own and that I need assistance 24/7 with every step I take and I, for once wanted to tell myself 'test myself'... that I can do it on my own. I was put in this school so I would be taught to do something and be a better version of myself and I couldn't take all of that pressure "

"I'm genuinely sorry you feel this way. I know you don't want any help but if you need me for anything, tell me"

"I want you stay"

"It wouldn't be the smallest thought in the back of my head that I'll leave you"