Superheroes (6/8)
Part 5
newworldOrdr: this is weird
ProfX: What is?
newworldOrdr: talking to you like this.
ProfX: We've IM'd each other before, Erik
newworldOrdr : i know that. but it's different when I'm IMing you from across the world and not from across town
ProfX: I suppose you're right.
newworldOrdr : of course I am. how's college going, Mr. Genius?
ProfX: Don't call me that. And it's going alright - I've got a schedule that works for me and a roommate that isn't horrible. So far, at least.
newworldOrdr : give it some time - bet you five bucks he'll turn out to be nuts. you'll come home to find him sniffing your boxer briefs.
ProfX: =/
newworldOrdr: haha! anyway, how's the food?
ProfX: Wonderful.
newworldOrdr : You lie.
ProfX: You'll never know.
newworldOrdr : that's weird too
ProfX: What is?
newworldOrdr : not being able to hear you inside of my head.
ProfX: You can't expect me to able to speak to you while you're all the way in Rome.
newworldOrdr : yeah, about that - work on it
ProfX: Yes, well, when you stumble across a giant helmet that can allow me to get to you that far away during your travels you let me know.
newworldOrdr : that's your job, Mr. Genius. Invent something. Aren't you going to be a scientist?
ProfX: I'm studying biology, with a focus on anatomy and genetic modification.
newworldOrdr: ...is that not the same thing?
ProfX: You're ridiculous
newworldOrdr : so you always say.
newworldOrdr : i miss it.
ProfX: Driving me insane in person?
newworldOrdr : that too. but no, i was talking about having your maniacal laughter in my head.
ProfX: I don't have a maniacal laugh
newworldOrdr: of course you don't : )
newworldOrdr : you're the only one I let in my head, you know that right?
ProfX: I'm the only one who can get into your head
newworldOrdr : whatever, you know what I mean.
ProfX: I do.
ProfX: But I've got to go. Early class in the morning. And at the risk of having you call me a female - I miss you.
newworldOrdr : alright. and yeah.
newworldOrdr : yeah I miss you too.
newworldOrdr : you girl.
o o o
Charles,
Only you would insist on handwritten letters in the 21st century. You're lucky you're my best friend, or I would have told you to shove it. Don't tell my mom though - she'll want one too.
So yeah, Italy. It's… beautiful.
Obviously.
When's the last time you heard someone say Italy is a pit?
Want to know a pit? Germany. I swear, those people are all around pretty horrible. I still have that black eye from that one fucker. I know I already said this, but I had no idea that woman was his little sister. And why would I? He looked like a bull. Hit like one too.
Anyway, I know you'd love it here. In fact you should drop out of Oxford, pack your bags, and catch a plane.
No?
Fine.
You're no fun at all, Charles, anyone ever tell you that?
Since I've been here I'm pretty sure I've gained about fifty pounds - Olive Garden has nothing on the real stuff. There's this bakery around the corner, and their bread… it's like a baked ball of heaven. Seriously, if I could somehow get the stuff to you fresh I would.
The women here are all beautiful. The men here are all beautiful. Everyone here is beautiful. It's a little bizarre. I feel like I'm walking around in a Dolce and Gabana ad. I'm leaving here in a few days, (Cairo, here I come) but I'm sure this will be my last stop before I come back. It's that great.
I'm gonna leave it at that. I'm not good at this whole 'writing letters' thing, and you know it, and you know you're lucky to have even gotten this much. I'd tell you I miss you, but you already know that. Besides, you're the sop out of the two of us.
And I know it'll be Halloween, but don't eat too much candy next week - you'll just end up puking it all up in front of your fancy friends and they'll discover what a lightweight you are. Yeah, I know the last time that happened was when we were seven. I'll never let it go.
You wasted all those M&M's.
I've stuffed some pictures in here of everything I've mentioned. As you'll see, my thumb is hardly in any of these.
I'm getting better.
I'll try and steal some treasure from a pyramid for you (not really - expect a bottle of sand.)
Erik
o o o
ProfX: I'm snowed in
newworldOrdr: i'm getting really great reception on this beach
ProfX: You are the absolute worst sometimes.
newworldOrdr: love you too
newworldOrdr: whatever. don't act like you don't love the snow. every Christmas break all you ever do is live under your ridiculously expensive blankets for two weeks.
ProfX: These blankets are an invesment.
newworldOrdr: mhm. besides, Croatian sun doesn't mess around - you'd burn like hot stove out here
ProfX: Ouch. Yeah, okay, I like the snow better. But I'm bored
newworldOrdr : watch movies like you always do
ProfX: We always used to do that. Watching movies isn't that fun alone
newworldOrdr : then invite a friend over. i know you've made some. you haven't stopped talking about whatshisface for months
ProfX: Sam. And I don't want him in my room
newworldOrdr : what about Kacey?
ProfX: Her either
newworldOrdr: Travis
Prof: Nope
newworldOrdr : Now you're just being fussy
ProfX: Oh shut up
newworldOrdr : all i'm hearing is 'Erik is the only one I want in my bed'
ProfX: …
newworldOrdr : i'm flattered. Really i am.
ProfX: I'm going to take a nap.
newworldOrdr : good. some quality time with your blankie will do you good. or should i say, some quality time with your investments.
ProfX: i hope you step on a jelly fish
newworldOrdr : do they even have jelly fish in Croatia?
ProfX: No idea
o o o
To: Charles Xavier
From: Erik Lensherr
Subject: i probably won't remember that I sent this email, come tomorrow morning
Charles,
Remember that time in tenth grade when you corrupted us both and insisted we get wasted on St. Patrick's day? And before you say that that was me, let me point out that you were ENTIRELY too drunk to recall anything from that night correctly. Anyway, remember how we tried to sneak into that bar, but you (still) looked like a nine year old, so we just ended up swiping some of your mother's stash? And then you got so drunk on Ravenscroft and Stolichnaya that you tried to climb that tree to save a cat that turned out to be a weirdly shaped branch? And then we had to explain your twisted ankle to your dad?
Good times, right?
There's no point to this, to be honest. I just felt like bringing it up because it's St. Patrick's Day, and I'm in Ireland, and I wanted to make fun of you one last time before I die of liver failure later on tonight.
I'll try to remember to take pictures. That way if I make it till morning, you can see what a fool I've made of myself in a foreign country.
Hello, cirrhosis! I don't believe we've met...
Erik
o o o
"Hello?"
"Yeah, this call is going to cost about a million dollars. A minute."
A yawn. "Erik?"
"In the flesh. Or voice."
Rustling. "Hey. Where are you calling from? It's nearly three in the morning."
"Sorry. It's, like, five in the afternoon here."
"Here?"
"Sydney."
"Oh." Silence. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of an actual phone call? You do know this is going to cost a million dollars a minute, don't you?"
"Yeah. I know. Just, uh." Pause. "I had to call. It's your birthday, Charlsie."
"Don't call me that."
"But you love it."
He can hear the smile through the phone. "I really don't."
"Mhm." Softly, "Happy Birthday."
"I- thanks. Thanks."
Breathing.
"It's weird, isn't it? Not celebrating together."
"Yes. It's-" another rustle. "It's pretty odd."
Silence. "It's really cold here."
"It's on the other side of the world."
"It's April."
"That's how weather works, Erik. It's a little different everywhere you go."
"Shut up."
A laugh and a hitched breath.
"I-" haven't met anyone that I connect with as much I do with you. I miss seeing your smile. I miss the way you roll your eyes when I call you Charlsie. I- "-miss you, you know."
Quiet. "Yeah. I miss you too, Erik."
Breathing.
"So, uh. I'll talk to you in a few days?"
"Of course," and there's the smile again, Erik can hear it. "You've raised the bar - now I've got to call for your birthday, don't I?"
"You'd be the worst best friend in the universe if you didn't."
"I had a feeling you'd say that."
"I only speak the truth."
A soft laugh, and a stutter in a heartbeat. "Of course you do."
"…bye, Charles."
"Goodnight, Erik."
newworldOrdr: this is weird
ProfX: What is?
newworldOrdr: talking to you like this.
ProfX: We've IM'd each other before, Erik
newworldOrdr : i know that. but it's different when I'm IMing you from across the world and not from across town
ProfX: I suppose you're right.
newworldOrdr : of course I am. how's college going, Mr. Genius?
ProfX: Don't call me that. And it's going alright - I've got a schedule that works for me and a roommate that isn't horrible. So far, at least.
newworldOrdr : give it some time - bet you five bucks he'll turn out to be nuts. you'll come home to find him sniffing your boxer briefs.
ProfX: =/
newworldOrdr: haha! anyway, how's the food?
ProfX: Wonderful.
newworldOrdr : You lie.
ProfX: You'll never know.
newworldOrdr : that's weird too
ProfX: What is?
newworldOrdr : not being able to hear you inside of my head.
ProfX: You can't expect me to able to speak to you while you're all the way in Rome.
newworldOrdr : yeah, about that - work on it
ProfX: Yes, well, when you stumble across a giant helmet that can allow me to get to you that far away during your travels you let me know.
newworldOrdr : that's your job, Mr. Genius. Invent something. Aren't you going to be a scientist?
ProfX: I'm studying biology, with a focus on anatomy and genetic modification.
newworldOrdr: ...is that not the same thing?
ProfX: You're ridiculous
newworldOrdr : so you always say.
newworldOrdr : i miss it.
ProfX: Driving me insane in person?
newworldOrdr : that too. but no, i was talking about having your maniacal laughter in my head.
ProfX: I don't have a maniacal laugh
newworldOrdr: of course you don't : )
newworldOrdr : you're the only one I let in my head, you know that right?
ProfX: I'm the only one who can get into your head
newworldOrdr : whatever, you know what I mean.
ProfX: I do.
ProfX: But I've got to go. Early class in the morning. And at the risk of having you call me a female - I miss you.
newworldOrdr : alright. and yeah.
newworldOrdr : yeah I miss you too.
newworldOrdr : you girl.
o o o
Charles,
Only you would insist on handwritten letters in the 21st century. You're lucky you're my best friend, or I would have told you to shove it. Don't tell my mom though - she'll want one too.
So yeah, Italy. It's… beautiful.
Obviously.
When's the last time you heard someone say Italy is a pit?
Want to know a pit? Germany. I swear, those people are all around pretty horrible. I still have that black eye from that one fucker. I know I already said this, but I had no idea that woman was his little sister. And why would I? He looked like a bull. Hit like one too.
Anyway, I know you'd love it here. In fact you should drop out of Oxford, pack your bags, and catch a plane.
No?
Fine.
You're no fun at all, Charles, anyone ever tell you that?
Since I've been here I'm pretty sure I've gained about fifty pounds - Olive Garden has nothing on the real stuff. There's this bakery around the corner, and their bread… it's like a baked ball of heaven. Seriously, if I could somehow get the stuff to you fresh I would.
The women here are all beautiful. The men here are all beautiful. Everyone here is beautiful. It's a little bizarre. I feel like I'm walking around in a Dolce and Gabana ad. I'm leaving here in a few days, (Cairo, here I come) but I'm sure this will be my last stop before I come back. It's that great.
I'm gonna leave it at that. I'm not good at this whole 'writing letters' thing, and you know it, and you know you're lucky to have even gotten this much. I'd tell you I miss you, but you already know that. Besides, you're the sop out of the two of us.
And I know it'll be Halloween, but don't eat too much candy next week - you'll just end up puking it all up in front of your fancy friends and they'll discover what a lightweight you are. Yeah, I know the last time that happened was when we were seven. I'll never let it go.
You wasted all those M&M's.
I've stuffed some pictures in here of everything I've mentioned. As you'll see, my thumb is hardly in any of these.
I'm getting better.
I'll try and steal some treasure from a pyramid for you (not really - expect a bottle of sand.)
Erik
o o o
ProfX: I'm snowed in
newworldOrdr: i'm getting really great reception on this beach
ProfX: You are the absolute worst sometimes.
newworldOrdr: love you too
newworldOrdr: whatever. don't act like you don't love the snow. every Christmas break all you ever do is live under your ridiculously expensive blankets for two weeks.
ProfX: These blankets are an invesment.
newworldOrdr: mhm. besides, Croatian sun doesn't mess around - you'd burn like hot stove out here
ProfX: Ouch. Yeah, okay, I like the snow better. But I'm bored
newworldOrdr : watch movies like you always do
ProfX: We always used to do that. Watching movies isn't that fun alone
newworldOrdr : then invite a friend over. i know you've made some. you haven't stopped talking about whatshisface for months
ProfX: Sam. And I don't want him in my room
newworldOrdr : what about Kacey?
ProfX: Her either
newworldOrdr: Travis
Prof: Nope
newworldOrdr : Now you're just being fussy
ProfX: Oh shut up
newworldOrdr : all i'm hearing is 'Erik is the only one I want in my bed'
ProfX: …
newworldOrdr : i'm flattered. Really i am.
ProfX: I'm going to take a nap.
newworldOrdr : good. some quality time with your blankie will do you good. or should i say, some quality time with your investments.
ProfX: i hope you step on a jelly fish
newworldOrdr : do they even have jelly fish in Croatia?
ProfX: No idea
o o o
To: Charles Xavier
From: Erik Lensherr
Subject: i probably won't remember that I sent this email, come tomorrow morning
Charles,
Remember that time in tenth grade when you corrupted us both and insisted we get wasted on St. Patrick's day? And before you say that that was me, let me point out that you were ENTIRELY too drunk to recall anything from that night correctly. Anyway, remember how we tried to sneak into that bar, but you (still) looked like a nine year old, so we just ended up swiping some of your mother's stash? And then you got so drunk on Ravenscroft and Stolichnaya that you tried to climb that tree to save a cat that turned out to be a weirdly shaped branch? And then we had to explain your twisted ankle to your dad?
Good times, right?
There's no point to this, to be honest. I just felt like bringing it up because it's St. Patrick's Day, and I'm in Ireland, and I wanted to make fun of you one last time before I die of liver failure later on tonight.
I'll try to remember to take pictures. That way if I make it till morning, you can see what a fool I've made of myself in a foreign country.
Hello, cirrhosis! I don't believe we've met...
Erik
o o o
"Hello?"
"Yeah, this call is going to cost about a million dollars. A minute."
A yawn. "Erik?"
"In the flesh. Or voice."
Rustling. "Hey. Where are you calling from? It's nearly three in the morning."
"Sorry. It's, like, five in the afternoon here."
"Here?"
"Sydney."
"Oh." Silence. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of an actual phone call? You do know this is going to cost a million dollars a minute, don't you?"
"Yeah. I know. Just, uh." Pause. "I had to call. It's your birthday, Charlsie."
"Don't call me that."
"But you love it."
He can hear the smile through the phone. "I really don't."
"Mhm." Softly, "Happy Birthday."
"I- thanks. Thanks."
Breathing.
"It's weird, isn't it? Not celebrating together."
"Yes. It's-" another rustle. "It's pretty odd."
Silence. "It's really cold here."
"It's on the other side of the world."
"It's April."
"That's how weather works, Erik. It's a little different everywhere you go."
"Shut up."
A laugh and a hitched breath.
"I-" haven't met anyone that I connect with as much I do with you. I miss seeing your smile. I miss the way you roll your eyes when I call you Charlsie. I- "-miss you, you know."
Quiet. "Yeah. I miss you too, Erik."
Breathing.
"So, uh. I'll talk to you in a few days?"
"Of course," and there's the smile again, Erik can hear it. "You've raised the bar - now I've got to call for your birthday, don't I?"
"You'd be the worst best friend in the universe if you didn't."
"I had a feeling you'd say that."
"I only speak the truth."
A soft laugh, and a stutter in a heartbeat. "Of course you do."
"…bye, Charles."
"Goodnight, Erik."