Alright, first off, I'd just like to say that this is my first story to ever be uploaded to so if there's any mistakes, I'm so terribly sorry. Please feel free to give me tips, correct me on spelling, or give me some hints or advice.

This story was created by yours truly. But no, sadly, I do NOT own X-Men in any way, shape, or form. I do, however, have a major crush on Charles Xavier.

This story was originally posted on Quizazz. This means that the pictures uploaded with the chapters on that website do NOT show up here. Since that's not good for me, I guess I gotta tell you guys what Christiana (the main character) looks like. I'll sum it up in two words: Emma Stone. Only she has hazel eyes in this fic.

Write Me A Poem. . . [X-men: First Class Love Story]

by
Ciara LeAnne Pitzer

Christina is a mutant trying to survive in the human world. One night when sneaking around in another unknown house, she is welcomed by a certain man named Charles Xavier and his sister Raven. Discover how everything in the world changes from the time they meet and on. All you have to do is read. . .
[[Rating: rated T for teen.]]

Chapter 1: Mutants Alike

I climbed swiftly through the window, careful not to make noise. It was late at night, it had only just stopped raining, and I was entering yet another house to steal supplies to survive.

I looked around through the dark, my eyes adjusting to the total darkness. Everything was silent. . . almost too silent. I closed my eyes, attempting to open my mind. I did this in every house I went into; I searched for any sign of mutants through their own minds.

But as my mind expanded, I felt myself being blocked out of someone elses. They came closer; I could feel it. Suddenly I heard a click, and my eyes flicked open. The lights were on, spreading color on everything I had seen in the dark.

Slowly I turned around, expecting to see the one blocking me out of their mind. I wanted to see what they looked like.

I lifted my head up and looked into the most amazing blue eyes I had ever seen. He stood there, his arms crossed, eying me with the slightest smile on his perfect face. Immediately, realizing he was a telepath and was probably reading my mind, I blocked him out of my head.

"I assure you, Christiana, that I was reading your mind, and that I did in fact hear what you just thought about."

My mouth dropped.

"Who are you," I asked him, my eyes narrowed. "And how far have you invaded my mind?"

"I am Charles Xavier, and I only reached your name, your mutant power, your reason for being here, and your thoughts you had just before you had your turn of blocking me out," he said leaning against the wall next to him with his arms still crossed. This guys was pushing it; he was obviously teasing me of my own thoughts.

"My mind, my business," I answered through gritted teeth. Surely you wouldn't mind showing me to the door, now, would you?"

"Now why go back out there, into the cold lonely world, when you could stay here with me and my sister, Raven? Though technically, she's not my sister. I took her in when I was just a boy when I caught her, just as I have you searching for food and supplies."

"And what if I don't stay with the two of you? Are you going to force me to with your mind?"

"Actually, if you stay here with us, you won't have to hide. You can make an actual habit of using your powers freely in this house."

"Or I could just leave this place, forget I ever met you, and continue with my ways. I've lived this way for years, and I'm not ready to break the habit." I said tenaciously.

"Or," he answered smoothly. "Me and you talk about it over dinner tonight."

"It's kind of already past my curfew," I said sarcastically. "Gotta get home."

"Correction," he answered standing up straight again. "Technically it's past midnight, meaning it's morning, so I'm asking about tonight."

"And what if I say no?" I asked taking the chance to cross my arms this time.

"Then you can do it your way," he answered bluntly. "So is it dinner or stealing for years to come?"

I thought about it. It would really be lovely to stay here with him, plus I'd like to live with fellow mutants with different powers; I might learn a few tricks. I could use shelter, food, and water. It was time to stop being so stubborn towards him. He was only trying to help.

"Tonight," I answered meeting his gaze.

"Alright. Tonight, eight o'clock, here," he answered smiling.

"It's a date," I answered, smiling for the first time in years.