#scarletwitchpowerful

[txt to: Kaplan] god why the fuck can’t you get up from that windowsill and be useful again?! /drafted december 2012

[txt to: Kaplan] I’m sorry I left, but I couldn’t stay. You wouldn’t understand. /drafted january 2013

[txt to: Kaplan] you should stop texting me or I will blow something up and I won’t be sorry /drafted february 2013

[txt to: Kaplan] hey, it’s been a while, maybe we should hang out? /drafted august 2013

The sky was dark above his head. Clouds had been hanging over the city all day, chasing people back inside the warm comforts of their home with the threat of rain. It was sunny in Italy right now. Tommy knew that because he had spend roughly an hour gathering sunflowers and tying them together. It wasn't a pretty bouquet like he'd seen Stiles make them, but it was something that was purely him. He stared at the statues, their cold unblinking eyes staring back at the speedster.

He awkwardly fumbled with the pitiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. Tommy wasn't sure whether to speak up or remain silent. It felt stupid, talking to figure hewn out of cool gray stone, when it wouldn't change a thing and nobody would hear anyway. And yet.

"Hey, watch out!"

Tommy rolled his eyes at the insolent kid running past him, stopping at a street corner. So many kids in this neighborhood. It was probably a very safe environment for kids to grow up in or something, which would explain why the Kaplans had picked this neighborhood to raise Billy and their two other sons. It was a whole lot better than the place Tommy had come from, that was for sure.

He stared at the building across from the corner. It looked exactly the same as when he'd left, almost a year and a half ago. The windows on the fifth floor of the place, the Kaplan's apartment, was the same as back then; the same curtains, the same plants. He wondered if Billy was still sitting on the windowsill of the other side of the apartment, the window the white haired twin couldn't see from his current position.

Should I go in? He didn't know. The doors opened on the ground floor, and he quickly took a step back, peering around the corner. Rebecca and her two sons luckily walked the other way. Tommy assumed Jeff was at work, or at least not at home, since he didn't see the Kaplans' car parked nearby.

It's been almost two years the speedster thought. He can't still be sitting on that stupid sill of his, can he? Tommy realized for the nth time that he really didn't know much about his magical twin. They were two totally different persons. One might even go so far as to call them negatives of each other.

But if he isn't on the windowsill, then he must be on school or something. Poor loser. Being out there, getting a future that doesn't include superheroes. Tommy wasn't sure if he was jealous or not. The mutant had always assumed that those people who liked to learn were a myth. He himself couldn't stand sitting an entire day in a place where one had to be still and silent. He'd tried, exactly one period, before giving up.