Elijah

“Did you find anything yet?” Logan asked.

I could tell by his snappy tone that he was starting to grow impatient. He probably wanted me to leave so he could get on with what had initially brought him over here. I had my back to them, and I could occasionally hear their muffled breaths and the sheets rustling as the two of them made out on the bed, probably wanting to do more. I’d here a breathy moan and a hissed curse; then Logan would ask if I was done.

We’d been like this for half an hour already, and even I was getting tired of it.

“Do you think it’s easy to find anything in here?” I complained. “This girl is too fucking clean, okay? There are no strange files on her computer. It’s all movies, music and school work, and not even any good movies. What the fuck is X-Men?”

“You don’t know X-Men?” Logan said from behind me, sounding shocked. “Dude, how could you not! I’ve loved that shit since I was a kid. It’s a big franchise with a bunch of comics, cartoons, and movies.”

“You know I