"Alright, fill me in!" Harry's voice rang through my cell phone. "How did you end up kissing the possible drug dealer, school dropout and, most importantly, how did you end up kissing a guy?"
"Okay, first of all, he's so not a school dropout, he's finished high school, and all of that without parents so shut up. Second, he's not a drug dealer, I've made sure of that. And third, what if he's a guy?"
"It's nothing, just... Last time we talked about a possible relationship it was with MJ, so umm, yeah..."
"Yes, that time was over two years ago, you can figure out a lot about yourself in two years."
"So you're into guys. Cool. Now tell me everything." his voice sounded impatient and excited.
"Well, since I'm eighteen now and I've finished high school, and most definitely I'll go to university, we're thinking of buying an apartment for ourselves.
And since that university will be somewhere in New York, I may just as well move to his place. After we get it decent-looking."
"Oh, so the guy's apartment looks horrible, huh?"
"Yeaah, he's that kind of guy..."
There was a rather short pause in the conversation, then Harry resumed.
"Where's he now?" he asked.
"He's um..." in a mission, shooting people's brains over walls because he's paid nicely for it, I wanted to say, because, you know, I'm dating Deadpool. "in a mission ...away. His company sent him out of the US, in umm..." that piece of information I could give, I guessed. "... He's in Kazakhstan, something to do with a derailed train, I don't know much..."
Yes, my conscience added matter-of-factly, a train he was to derail, because it contained all the great Yakuza leaders.
"Cool, so he's with the physical work. So he's not that smart, huh?"
"Of course he is!" I exclaimed. "Do you think I'd date a dumbass?"
"I don't know, you've changed a lot, you said so yourself."
"Yes, but I still don't date dumbasses."
We laughed and the conversation went on for hours before we hung up. It was a really nice summer so far, and I was planning to keep this up as long as I could. This year I'd said I'd stay home, take a long and well-deserved break before going to university.
***
Wade had been gone for two weeks now, no phone calls, no texts, nothing.
I was starting to get worried so I went to his apartment and climbed on the newly bought bed. It was really comfortable, big, with white sheets and thin, silver lines sewn around the edges. The pillows were simple, covered with white linen.
We'd never done anything whatsoever in that bed. Just slept, and cuddled, and talked for hours. And I have no excuse for it. I mean one would call me mad. I have a hot boyfriend, kind, loving, smart... always horny... So why not?
Okay, I've officially made it my goal to make love to Wade as soon as he gets home. Might even take things off his mind.
For now I could only lay in that empty bed and look at photos of him. As I was swiping my finger, leafing through the gallery, I remembered that he always takes a disposable phone with him. So I went to the contact list, found his name (Wade with lots of hearts, emoticons, etcetera) and called.
He answered after several beeps.
"Hey tiger. 'Sup?"
"Hi, Wade. How are you? Okay?"
"Missing home, baby. Missing home. How's it there?"
I couldn't ignore his small sigh of distress.
"Lonely without you. When are you coming back?"
"As soon as possible. They contacted me again and said I should investigate something. Might even have something to do with that earthquake a few weeks ago. But I promise I'll get home to you soon."
"You can teleport here for a few minutes..." I said, trying to reason with him.
"Won't work, Petey. They're tracking me here, they'll know if I leave the country. Besides, we need the money for a new TV in the bedroom, don't we?"
"Yeah..."
We paused for a minute then I heard something like metal scraping against metal, coming from the phone.
"Oh shit...!" Wade said, trailing the last word off.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'm on this train and it's passing by some nuclear factory really close to some tanks of radioactive thingamajig."
"Take care, Wade..."
Another screeching sound.
"Oh holy mother of... Babe, I gotta go, I'll call you, soon. HOLY CRA-"
The call dropped. I was panicking, pacing through the room; anything could've happened.
** TWO HOURS LATER **
He's not calling... He's not calling!! I walked around his lonely, wretched living room. A second after, I heard a zap behind me. I turned around and there he was, on his knees, gasping.
I went next to him, dropped to my knees and lifted his chin up so I could see the white patches that were the mask's eyes.
I pulled it off and what I saw stunned me. Wade's beautifully structured face was now hairless. His deep blue eyes had lost their color, now being a bluish gray. And most upsetting of all were the scars that littered all of his skin.
"God, Wade What's happened?"
His head fell on my chest and once again I found myself comforting my fragile boyfriend.
