I remember how seeing the shape of your mouth that first time, I kept staring until my blood turned to rain. Some things take root in the brain and just don't let go.
Wednesday.
"Calm down? You were just here like ten minutes ago!"
She didn't notice Xavier sitting there, the boy awkwardly listening. "Uh, she's okay Andy. The nurse just said she would have a nasty bump."
"A nasty bump? Well, what the hell happened?" Andy questioned, looking his way.
"I was almost crushed by a gargoyle but Xavier pushed me out of the way. Unfortunately."
Xavier appeared disturbed. Andy half way rolled her eyes before looking at him again. "You saved her?"
"Yeah," he answered, unsure of himself.
"Oh. Well. . .thanks?"
"Why?" Asked Wednesday.
Xavier shrugged, clicking his tongue. "Call it instinct."
"So you were guided by latent chivalry, the tool of the patriarchy, to extract my undying gratitude?"
"Most people would just say thank you."
"I didn't want to be rescued."
"So I shoulda just let that thing smash you to mush?" He guessed.
"I would have rather saved myself." Wednesday shot back stubbornly.
Andy rolled her eyes.
Xavier scoffed. "It's good to see you haven't changed."
Both of the sisters now looked confused. "If it makes you feel any better, let's just say I returned the favor," he continued. Xavier looked at Andy. "I'll return the favor to you sometime too, Andy,"
"Huh?" She asked, even more confused.
"Xavier Thorpe? You guys probably don't remember me. Last time we met, I was above two feet shorter, 40 pounds heavier," the boy described while using his hands to explain.
Andy narrowed her eyes but at his description, and then his name, it clicked. "Oh. You're that Xavier," she stated.
He nodded with a slight smile. "Yeah."
"What happened the last time we met?" Asked Wednesday.
"It, uh. . . It was my godmother's funeral. Apparently she was friends with your grandmother, and ensure spent their twenties together in Europe, swindling the rich and notorious."
