The Roof, Tuesday Evening

[wwiii]

The thing about having wings and living on an island where, theoretically, one could walk around with them in plain view without raising a huge fuss was that, sooner or later, one had to get ideas about the whole thing.

And Warren's idea as he stood on the edge of the roof looking out over the island once again was this; That he had wings. That it would be a sin to just keep them bunched up underneath that coat of his for the rest of his life, after leaping out a window in order to keep from losing them in the first place.

And oh, yes. That he could fly. That was the important bit, right there.

That was why this evening, as he made his way up to the roof, he was shrugging out of his coat. Because he'd had these wings since he was just a little kid, and he'd used them twice. Twice. And both times had been more exhilarating than he'd ever imagined they could be, and he wanted more.

Just as soon as he was finished balking at the fact that he was standing on the edge of the roof, and all. Maybe he should have started on the ground?

[Open roof is open! Why not, right?]

Comments

[iamnotallgirl]

"...that's when Jack showed up. Puberty, I mean. But I haven't heard of anyone else having weird stuff like that. I mean, it kind of sucks, because I lose four days every month and he makes out with my best friend and is generally gross? But I guess it could be worse." She shrugged.

"Oh, my God, I've been terribly rude. My name is Jill. Hi."

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"Hi." Warren bit back a laugh. "I'm Warren. Equally rude, apparently, so don't worry too much about that."

He was fairly sure that they could both have had it worse. He just couldn't think of a good example of a mutation gone really, really wrong, yet.

He hadn't met Mr. Dukes yet, either.

[iamnotallgirl]

Or Jono...

"If we're both rude, I guess it evens out," Jill said, grinning at him. "Do they, uh. I'm probably saying this wrong, but do they work?"

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"You mean, can I actually fly?" Warren wasn't entirely certain what the right way to say it was. It wasn't as though the concept of being politically correct had really been refined for people with wings, yet. "I have flown with them before, yeah. They work fine."

Once he was aloft, and all.

[iamnotallgirl]

"That is so cool." Jill's feeling that she had gotten ripped off in the weirdness sweepstakes of life intensified.

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Which meant that Warren was going to stand there a little awkwardly for a moment. Even if the smile was going nowhere.

His ego was loving this.

"If people go on not freaking out when they see them, I think I might have to agree."

[iamnotallgirl]

"I seriously doubt they will," Jill said. "I mean, I shapeshifted in the middle of my junior prom and practically nobody even noticed."

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Warren looked around the gaggle of folks on the roof.

"... They've got to be used to stuff like this by now." A beat. "Also, wow. That sounds awkward."

[iamnotallgirl]

"It was really awkward," not to mention painful, "but you get my point. It took me forever to figure it out, but: nobody cares here." She bounced on the balls of her feet. "It's kind of awesome."

[wwiii]

"Well. Then maybe I'll have to come up here to stretch more often," Warren decided.

The jury was still out on whether or not he wore his coat to class tomorrow.

[iamnotallgirl]

"And maybe I'll have to start coming to the roof more often, if you'll be up here," Jill said. Flirt flirt flirt.

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"Well, I'll look forward to your company, then."

The flirting, it was epic.

And then some.

[Sleep for me! SP, or we can call this a wrap, whichever works best for you?]

[iamnotallgirl]

"And now I'm cold," Jill said, "so I'm going to call it a night. See you later, Warren. Maybe next time I'll get to see those wings in action."