Falling [LOGAN]

[Rayne Lancaster]

Only a few days now. Christmas was always exciting. Sitting up late at night to catch a glimpse of Santa and trying to peak in the middle of the night to see what is under the Christmas tree. Things were much more simpler back then. For one thing, you didn't need to worry about accidentally moving an object when you look at it. The innocence was good, but now things much different. Now it was going to be less about Christmas spirit and more about going to New York, LA and then to Tower Bay where the temperature hopefully won't be minus freakin-cold degrees. Until then school was still a priority, but now he sat out by the pond with a guitar on his back and earphones in his ears.

As he looked around at the students, scurrying to class or out of the cold, he just sat with his arms rested on his knees as he sat. It was cold winter, the sign of festivity right? The sound of nickelback rang in his ears at a loud volume as he saw a rock to his side. Rayne is telekinetic as you probably know, and he didn't use it excessively but still had his fun. Soon, in the trail of his site the rock hovered into the air and sat their. It moved slowly as he looked at it. Little things were a piece of cake. Big things require just a bit of push. It distracted him from the cold but with a white tank, a
flannel hooded shirt over it and a grey hoody over that. The cold sucked. No tan, no summer, no guys. Everyone just stayed out of the cold. All except him.

Changing the song, he then looked at the time on his I-phone. It was only half way through his free period, and he lacked the muse to even play a song or something simple like that. Another thing with winter, it is freakin boring. But what can you do? All he could do now is wait another horrid twenty minutes until the next lesson. Unless of course if he found something or someone to preoccupy himself until then.

[Logan Castille]

Christmas was right around the corner, winter was in full blast, and school was becoming hectic due to midterms and finals, but Logan saw the stressful combination as no excuse to stop exercising. Despite the bitter cold, the Cajun bundled up in grey sweatpants and a New Orleans Saints hoodie to keep himself warm as he jogged around the pond. Since free time was hard to come by during the school week, Logan found himself using whatever breaks he had to get in some exercise. Today, one of his classes was canceled because the teacher was feeling a bit under the weather, so he spent his extended break catching up of some homework, studying, and of course a little cardio.

On his way around the pond, which looked as if it was beginning to freeze over, Logan noticed a boy sitting by himself with a guitar on his back and with a set of earphones in use. He had always wondered how people could just sit out in the cold. Logan hated the cold. Being born down in Southeast Louisiana where temperatures can reach well over 100 degrees in the summer, and don't get much lower than 40 in the harshest winters, his body was conditioned to withstand heat, not the cold. The jogging he's done thus far got his blood flowing and kept him at a comfortable temperature, but he still couldn't get over how the boy managed to sit there without going insane.

Logan jogged over to the boy and stopped a couple feet in front of him, huffing and puffing a few times before speaking up. "Are you okay dude?" he asked curiously while hoping he wasn't crossing any boundaries. Hearing the buzz of the earphones, Logan hoped the stranger heard what he was saying over the music. "Aren't you cold?"

[Rayne Lancaster]

A draft of freezing cold air seemed to run down the back of his shirt. The hairs on the back of his neck began to rise as a shiver was sent down his spine. But who cares, he always sits outside so the snow was not going to pose as a limitation. The stone at eye level remained in the air as he glimpsed at it but then looked around. How white could Hammel get right? Then he heard him. He was in a kind of daze so he didn't see him approach, but hearing his voice under the music snapped Rayne into attention. His hands came up and pulled the chords of his earphones and they came out. Looking up at this student, he couldn't help a slight smile on his face.

This guy was so obviously out on a run and by his face, very cute. Rayne didn't want to look like a dork, so he looked down and then cleared his through subtly before answering. "Um, yeah. I'm all good. I just - uh - came here to think", he told him in his british/american accent before looking down. Rayne began to wrap his earphones around his phone so they didn't tangle, but then looked up at the guy. This guy seemed to puzzled that he was out in the cold. He wasn't freezing, and it didn't bother him too much. Why hide from the cold when it is all around you?

"Very. But I don't mind it. Sitting out here, it helps me see things clearer. Names Rayne". Rayne gave him a grin and then, still sitting, he held out an open hand for him to take. Not only was this guy cute and apparently caring of the welfare of strangers, but he seemed outgoing. Just his type. But he was getting a feeling. It felt different from normal interaction with people. Maybe he is gay?

[Logan Castille]

Upon closer inspection of the boy, Logan found him to be very handsome. He had a gorgeous face and beautiful eyes, so he could only imagine what the rest of him looked like. The Cajun decided that now would be a good time to take a breather and maybe socialize a little. He jogged around enough for today anyway. Logan sat down next to the boy with his legs crossed and his hands tucked under his arms to keep them warm. After a few deep breaths, he noticed how silent the campus was. The winter chill kept everyone and their noise indoors. "This seems like a good place to think. I can respect that."

The more the boy spoke, the more Logan began to notice that a slight British accent was present. The name puzzled him though. It didn't sound very British to him, but then again, he couldn't think of very many unique British first names. "Rayne? That's a cool name!" Logan put his cold hand out for a kind hand shake, "My name's Logan." The wealthy, Southern heir had a bit of a Cajun accent. It wasn't as thick as it used to be, but it was still noticeable. "It's nice to meet you."

[Rayne Lancaster]

And there he sat. Was this a fantasy? A dream? Was he going to wake up in English with a kid poking him in the ear with a pencil? He smiled at the guywas he sat with him. He was freezing cold and Rayne had half a mind to give him one of his jackets he was wearing. But was that crossing a line? No, keep your jacket and let the guy freeze. Yeah, that's good thinking. But he agreed, and Rayne let out a sigh as he shuffeled his feet forwards slightly. "Thanks man".

As he spoke, he could sense the accent. He could not quite put his finger on what nationality it was but it was something. How about that. The guy commented on his name which made Rayne chuckle slightly. He hadn't really thought much on his name. It is kind of manly and mysterious in a way, but then you here Lancaster and it just all goes to British hell. The guy told him his name; Logan. Rayne smiled. "That's a cool name too. I think you win. But yeah, it's real nice meeting you too". Rayne gave him a grin before looking down when something caught his eye. A few rocks and clouds of sand were floating in the air. Oh god, he knew what that means. Pure happiness, and things float around like there on Mars. Either happiness, or love. Oh god, what was he doing?

[Logan Castille]

It wasn't long before Logan noticed the random floating rocks and sand. He wasn't at all shocked by what he saw. After all the years he has spent at Hammel, he knew to expect such odd occurrences. He also knew that the floating objects could easily be explained. Whether intentionally or not, someone was using their meta-human power. Telekinesis was the first power that came to mind. "Are you doing that?" he asked kindly without a single hint of hostility.

"Wanna see something even cooler than that?" the Cajun asked as he reached his right hand out and took hold of nearby floating rock. He squeezed it in his palm and began forcing his power to activate in his hand. The rock began cracking and crumbling audibly. Tiny, microscopic pieces of the rock began emanating from Logan's fist like a tiny, discolored cloud. When he finally opened his palm, the rock completely disintegrated into a super fine, dust like substance that got swept up by the wind and completely dispersed throughout the air until it was no longer visible.

A smile appeared on Logan's face as he wiped his hand off on his pants leg. "Don't worry, it only works on non-living things." he said reassuringly. He then crossed his arms and placed his hands under his armpits to warm them back up. "You know, now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure I've seen you around here before. I don't know why I've never stopped to talk to you though."

[Rayne Lancaster]

It was hard not to notice, but yeah, Logan saw it. Anyone that had a deep knowledge into Rayne's emotional affect on his powers would know what was going on. But it could just be seen as unintentional. He felt a bit embarrassed and just looked at them. "Yeah, sorry about that". He smirked, trying not to break his cool. Logan took it well, he guessed nearly everyone did now. Then he came to wonder, what was Logan's power. Right now, he was pondering if it was the ability to let out pheromones because there was something - something there that Rayne really connected too. Little conversation, nothing wrong with that.

Logan took the rock and held it in his hand. Super strength? Elemental adaption? A fetish for rocks? Then it happened. Slowly but surely the rock disintegrated in the guys hand. Rayne smiled as it happened and the rock soon whisped in the air and never to be seen again. Rayne let out an amazed chuckle and then looked Logan in the eye. "Okay, you win again. Disintegration huh?". Rayne smiled but then Logan felt worried, telling him that it works only on non-living things. In fact, Rayne didn't even ponder the thought. He was comfortable right there either way.

Then Logan admitted it. That he had seen him before but never said hi, and he didn't know why. Rayne had the same feeling. Did they start school together, or had a class or something. All he could remember was Logan around some girls, so automatically he saw this heart-throb as unavailable and had no time. Rayne wondered if he should say something. "I know. Well when I have seen you girls have been all around you. So Logan, are you the Hammel teen-girl heart-throb". Rayne smiled but the little voice inside him screamed. "SAY NO"!!

[Logan Castille]

"Don't be sorry about it," Logan told Rayne convincingly, "I think it's rather impressive." The Cajun was also impressed by the boy's ability to accurately guess what his ability is. "Yep, that's right! And I'm almost a hundred percent sure you're a telekinetic, am I wrong?" He continued to observe all the random, floating rocks and other debris in amazement. He knew there were a couple of other telekinetics at Hammel, but he never saw any of them in action. It was a rather awe inspiring sight to see, especially to Logan who had a fascination with superheroes. Many telekinetic characters from the Marvel Universe immediately came to mind. "I think you've got me beat when it comes to powers, actually!"

Logan raised an eyebrow when Rayne mentioned seeing him around some girls. That's not something anyone has ever pointed out to him before, so he found it to be rather peculiar. But the more he thought about it, he did hang around girls a lot, even though he probably hangs around guys a lot more often these days. "I might be," he replied with a sly grin to Rayne's teen-girl heart-throb question, "but it doesn't really concern me too much. I swing the other way." Logan had a slight feeling that Rayne did too, but he wasn't entirely sure. He awaited anxiously for the boy's response, anticipation rising second by second.

[Rayne Lancaster]

He was cute. It was the way that he spoke to him. He didn't have any strangeness, any uncomfortableness in his voice at all. It was easy. It was good. Especially the way that he spoke about his power. The other telekinetics were so advanced that it wasn't surprising if they could lift people into the air. For Rayne, it was small objects and a telekinetic push for big objects. He never really found them impressive at all. But Logan did. And he liked him for that.

"Thanks a bunch, Logan". He wasn't joking, he was thankful. He was happy now because he guessed the power right, and so did Logan. Telekinesis isn't hard to guess, but it could also be a number of things. Zero gravity or something. "A+ for you". He grinned but then waited intently for Logan to answer 'the question'.

He said he might be, and Rayne kind of looked down but not showing any kind of slightly disappointed emotions. It was Logan's choice, but why was it bothering him. But then Logan continued, and admitted to Rayne that he 'swang the other way'. He was gay? It was good though, it made Rayne feel - well - proud. It wasn't easy to tell strangers. But maybe he told him because he knew. The 'gay-dar' wasn't a myth. But looking down Rayne smiled. "Yeah, well - me too". From looking down, he looked up at Logan with a smile. Fate is a funny thing.

[Logan Castille]

Logan was already beginning to like Rayne. He was handsome, had a cute accent, and a decent head on his shoulders. Plus, he has a guitar and is probably fairly decent at playing it. Very few things are hotter than guys who play guitar, so finding out that he is a homosexual as well was a very welcomed added bonus. "Awesome," Logan to managed to say as he began to blush a little. Hammel does have its fair share of "gays" of all types, but Logan never expected to find one sitting out in the cold, especially one he would be interested in.

The potential for a relationship was quickly being assessed in Logan's mind. It may have been a little early to be worrying about dating Rayne, but the Cajun couldn't help himself. One of the first concerns that poped in his head is if the boy is single. Logan didn't know much about Rayne, so the best way for him to find out, he concluded, was to simply ask. "I know I may be pushing things a little too quickly, but are you single?"

Feeling more comfortable around Rayne already, Logan subconsciously moved inch by inch a good bit closer to him until their arms were touching. He didn't notice it at first, but when he finally noticed, he didn't make an effort to move away. He stood his ground so to speak and hoped the boy wouldn't be bothered by it. Talk about pushing things a little too quickly, eh?

[Rayne Lancaster]

Fast was a great speed. Rayne always thought that and with Logan, it seemed mutual. When he said it was awesome, Rayne couldn't help but let out a friendly chuckle. It was awesome. It also was the best coincidence of the century. He didn't know if he would ever be able to take the smile off of his face because it seemed to be firmly plastered on. He just looked into his eyes for a second. Luckily he isn't a shy person, but some might say outgoing and laid-back. So that made the situation better. Though he could feel the butterflies in his stomach from what was asked next.

Single. Yes, I am. Now ravish me! He looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, I am. And - are you single?". He smiled at him when he asked. He hadn't really had a 'boyfriend' really, but he had always wanted one. Its just expectations. If he finds someone, it has to be it. Maybe not the one but not a waste of time. He took it seriously. As much as he took loyalty and commitment seriously. "Pushing things quickly, not a bad thing". He smirked and then looked at him.

It was then he realized the closeness. Logan was slowly moving closer and closer. And to be honest, Rayne wasn't going to even think about moving away. This was a good guy, a great guy that wasn't a jerkoff or someone that is in it for the chase. It seemed real at the moment, and he could feel the material from Logan's hoody against his arm. To kiss or not to kiss. Hmm......

[Logan Castille]

Cha-ching! By simply asking and not beating around the bush, Logan discovered that Rayne was single, which was the answer he was hoping for. The Cajun's posture instantly perked up to subtly make himself seem more appealing. "I'm single too, but I'm looking to change that." Concerns about his appearance quickly flooded his mind. Does my hair look good? Does my breath stink? I just finished jogging... so I probably smell horrible. Why couldn't I dress any nicer today? All of Logan's worries suddenly seemed to disappear when Rayne expressed no discontent about pushing things quickly. Confidence began to take over.

Logan could feel chemistry building up between them. He wanted to spend as much time with Rayne as possible, and felt that his best option was to be proactive. If he screwed up in his attempts, he really had nothing to lose.

"You're really handsome," he said with hints of flirtiness. Next, Logan put his arm around Rayne's shoulders. He tried his best not to make it appear like he wanted in the boy's pants. "I'd like to, you know, date you and get to know you better. I, umm... I know I just met you, but I really like you. You seem like a really nice guy, so I thought I'd go out on a limb and see if you were up for it. Whadda ya say?"

[Rayne Lancaster]

That was a big hint. And no, the smile wasn't coming off of his face. He just looked at him, and when he said that he felt like the butterflies had turned into bats. "Well - me too". A hint back, and now those bats had turned into friggin giant dragons. He couldn't look away, this guy was so keen. It was an instant connection. Only ten minutes ago, they barely new each out. Now they were sitting, arms touching and flirting with eachother. It may be freezing cold, but Rayne couldn't ignore the fuzzies inside him.

Was this it? What he had been holding out for? This connection; this solid and real connection between them. If it was, then he didn't want to miss a second. Sitting there, in the snow and by the pond, looking at each other. Yeah, this is what he wanted.

Then came the serious flirting. He called him handsome, and he couldn't just say 'you too'. What kind of a response is that? 'mutual feeling'? No! Oh, he had it. Keeping it simple. "Handsome - doesn't even describe you. Amazing does". Okay, he wasn't sure if that was pushing too far. It sounded cheesy, but it was true. Logan had to be the cutest guy he had met in Hammel for the past four years.

Now he asked him out on a date. With the feelings they had for eachother, these strong strong feeling, as if he would say no. Logan explained his feelings, and then slid his arm over Rayne's shoulders. A shock of warmth when through his body and he looked to his arm. Strong arm. His hand slide to Logan's lower back, gently and smoothly. This was it. "Definitely".

[Logan Castille]

"Thanks," the Cajun said in reply to the generous compliment. A feeling that things could only get better overcame Logan, but it couldn't stop a shocked expression from appearing on his face at Rayne's next response. When asked to go on a date, Rayne actually said yes! In fact, he went a step up from yes. It was a definitely! For a moment, Logan felt as if he was dreaming. A pinch or a slap would have been necessary, but the cold chill of the winter air quickly made him realize that he was awake and in the real world.

Logan's grip around Rayne tightened up and their bodies moved together close enough to be considered snuggling. Logan put his head down on the boy's shoulder and began to think. "So, I'm guessing you have a class soon, right?" He put his hand to his chin as ideas began to formulate. "If there's nothing important happening, we can stop by my dorm so I can change and maybe chill there... or go out for lunch maybe? But if you don't want to skip, we could always plan something for another time."

[Rayne Lancaster]

The tightness of the squeeze gave Rayne's shivers on his shivers. No bad shivers, not bad at all. Like his hand was sparking vibes of electricity through his skin and drawing him further and further into this guy. He thanked him, and before he knew it they were snuggling. His head on Rayne's shoulder, like they had known each other for years. Like it was love. Rayne tightened his grip on Logan's waste as he came in further, not it comfrotably rested on his hip. He looked forward at the water as Logan pondered what it is they could do.

When he mentioned the dorm, Rayne liked that idea. He had a free period next, and had nothing to do for it. They could go back so Logan could get changed and possibly just chill there for an hour. It could happen. Just talking - probably. Maybe something else. "I have a free next, so if you want we could go to ... your dorm and hang out. I was only going to practise anyways". He hinted the guitar but it didn't matter. Guitar he could do any time, and this was an opportunity he wanted to jump for.