[b][u]Nathaniel Nicholas Anderson IV[/u][/b]
Location: His room
Interacting with: Hollie -- [@Pirouette]

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There was an alarm set in the room, but Nathan quietly turned it off whenever Hollie happened to be there, considering it the polite thing to do. Besides, by this point, he woke up on his own at the time it was meant to scream: 6:45 in the morning. As Nathan’s eyes opened to the lowlight of the sun peering into his--their, more or less--room, he resisted the urge to yawn widely, not wanting to disturb the girl next to him. He liked when she slept over, for a multitude of reasons, but he had learned one thing since they’d gotten together: Hollie needed to be woken up for breakfast, or they’d both be late and it just… didn’t look good.

After all, Nathan and Hollie both were meant to be paragons of good behavior, and he was for the most part with the nights that Hollie snuck in or he snuck to hers being his major slip up--but that was a secret. At least it was to the other students, Nate knew deep down that the teachers [i]definitely[/i] knew what was going on, but for the most part, the sleeping together was in the clear. Besides, the teachers weren’t so ruthless to pick on them for it, at least not [i]yet[/i].

Nathan slipped out of the bed after placing a gentle kiss on Hollie’s forehead before he got down on the floor and set to his early morning routine: 75 push-ups and 80 sit-ups. Normally, there was a run involved, but never when Hollie was over. Nathan didn’t want to disturb her by opening and closing the door. Nathan let himself into the bathroom and hopped into the shower for what was meant to be a quick, brief rinse to get the sweat off of him, but ended up lasting much longer than that, almost 25 minutes as he spaced out while the hot water pounded on his body, thinking about many different things. The first day of school. How many new students would there be? He was sure there wouldn’t be many, not with the recent incidents. More curious to him was how Bobby Drake would handle the introductory speech given every year. Probably well, but Nathan knew he couldn’t handle another speech without Xavier. He decided then and there that he and Hollie could be late to the breakfast, and he’d simply accept the fall.

He didn’t want to get overly emotional in front of everyone.

The water stopped and he steed out of the shower, pausing in front of the steamed up mirror. Nathan reached an arm out and wiped some of it off, staring at his reflection for a minute before he held out his left hand; his dominant one. In his mind, the armory opened and he summoned the bow, instantly feeling the weight on his mind as the weapon appeared in his hand, the quiver hanging off of his back. It lasted only a few seconds before he dismissed, opting not to hold it for too long.

Every day, he was amazed by what the mind could do. By what [i]his[/i] mind could do, more specifically. He wasn’t sure what his upper limits were, but he felt that he grew stronger every day, better every day. The training was paying off, and he hoped that soon enough he’d get an invitation to join the X-Men, which was the only thing he’d wanted since the day he’d met the team. To help people like them was a dream for Nathan, all he wanted to do was protect the mutants who could--or in some situations, wouldn’t--protect themselves. Unfortunately, he wasn’t on the team [i]yet.[/i] All in due time, though. They could only deny his skill for [i]so[/i] long before they gave him a trial period, or something. Most likely, he knew the reason they weren’t letting him on the team was his lack of interest in his telepathy ability.

Sighing, he left the bathroom and checked the clock. 7:45. If Hollie showered, they’d be kind of late. At least late enough to miss the speech.

Good.

Nathan walked over to his sleeping girlfriend and placed a hand on her shoulder, lightly shaking her. “Hollie,” he whispered gently, wondering if it would be better to just let her sleep peacefully. She looked [i]especially[/i] cute like this, he had to admit, “wake up. It’s breakfast time. We’re already kind of late. Sorry. Take your time, though. If there isn't much food left when we get there, I'll take you somewhere nice for dinner."