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"I thought I saw the devil
This morning
Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue
With the warning
To help me see myself clearer
I never meant to start a fire
I never meant to make you bleed
I'll be a better man today  

(...)

My past has tasted bitter
For years now
So I wield an iron fist
Grace is just weakness
Or so I've been told
I've been cold, I've been merciless
But the blood on my hands scares me to death
Maybe I'm waking up today"

One week later I decided to go to Coney Island. Life at Xavier's School was way less boring than in a normal school, but I still needed to break the routine once in a while. I wanted to honor my process of healing and moving on by being able to leave for a while without the constant urge to look over my shoulder.

I drove my motorbike all the way to the beach, relishing on the fresh, relaxing sensation the wind left on my face. Driving, especially at high speed, had always given me a sense of freedom I couldn't find anywhere else. As long as I was on the move, no one could catch me.

There were no traps in fast motion.

Coney Island in a cold November day was a shadow of the crowded, noisy place it was during summer, and I liked it better this way. Almost no one was in sight; I inhaled silence to exhale peace and went for a walk on the boardwalk. The sound of waves crashing down against the sand had always been comforting to me, and the cool breeze kept me awake and sharp.

My mind inadvertedly went back to the night Logan had found me in the attic; to how he had been so different from what I thought him to be; and how he had broken so many of the stereotypes people threw around nonsensely about him. When I had woken up the following day Logan was not there anymore, probably leaving before me so as to not raise any suspicions about us. I wondered what other people would say if they found out Logan and I had slept side by side, my head – and demons - resting on his shoulder. I decided not to care.

That night had altered something in our dynamic, but it was an almost imperceptible change. In our group lessons I continued getting on his nerves and he kept on punishing me more than any other student; but when it was just the two of us I caught myself smiling more sincerely, and him frowning less often.

Basically, I was starting to feel different around Logan, and I wasn't sure for how much longer I would be able to hide that difference.

"Why are you smiling like you've seen someone naked?" A voiced stopped me dead in my tracks and I looked beside me to find Lewis watching me with narrowed eyes, lazily sitting on a bench. I was taken aback by three things: that I had been unconsciously smiling thinking about Logan, that I would find Lewis here, and that he would willingly speak to me. We weren't exactly on speaking terms ever since the attack on the school, but then again, Lewis was Lewis: we never really knew what he was going to say or do, so the best was to just not expect anything at all.

"Why would I smile because I've seen someone naked?"

He stared at me for a while, until he decided to smirk and straighten himself.

"You would if you'd seen the right person." He declared, and glimpses of tanned skin and brown hair assaulted my mind. Oh, dear Lord.

"Well, if you really want to know, I wasn't smiling because I saw someone naked. No nudity around here. And I do hope you didn't just come here in hopes you'd find some."

His smirk grew wilder and his palm tapped the empty space on the bench next to him. "Come sit next to me, Felicia. I missed your sassiness."

"That isn't really an answer." I groaned as I sat next to him. Both Lewis and Logan had this effect on me: they made me look grumpy because I felt happy. To be honest, even if I did not know Lewis well, I had missed him too. I had missed being able to have an opportunity to befriend him. I was afraid I'd never get the chance, and there was something in Lewis that just told me he could be a very good friend.

There was something in his attitude that just screamed 'love me'.

"Well, you didn't really make a question." He pointed out, his sly smile still etched onto his face.

I decided to let the matter of nudity go.

"I do have one, though." I said, my voice turning serious. Lewis noticed and shifted his body to face me. His dark eyes were glowing. "What took us so long to speak to each other again?"

He pursed his lips, thinking. It was one thing I liked about Lewis: he never disregarded me. He could tell my jokes from my seriousness apart. He gave me space to joke and allowed me to be intelligent at the same time, without ever thinking one excluded the other.

After a while of just staring, he shrugged.

"Does that really matter? We're speaking now. No good comes from being paralyzed by the past or overwhelmed by the future, don't you think?"

His words sank into me like an anchor being buried in the sand. I needed to hear that. Sometimes the simplest words spoke the rawest truths.

"You're very much right. But I thought you wouldn't want to... get to know me better after what happened. So that's why I didn't make any effort to do it either."

Lewis' eyebrows raised and he shook his head.

"I don't blame you, Felicia. For anything. It was not yout damn fault I got hit in the head and kidnapped."

"But I was the one who insisted we got out of the maze to see what was going on."

He shook his head again, this time more vehemently.

"Gosh, you do like to put the world's problems in your shoulders, don't you? It's not like you threatened me or something. I agreed to it. And there was no way you could have known I'd be knocked out and taken away, so stop blaming yourself before I have to set something on fire."

I smiled. I liked how he wasn't soft on me. It made me feel strong.

"How was it... being with them?"

"That's two questions already." Lewis smirked briefly before his features hardened. "Well, it wasn't exactly 'Beauty and the Beast' kind of kidnapping. No fancy clothes or talking objects. They basically just kept me locked in a room and fed me from time to time. Believe me, I've been through worse. It was not my first time being caged."

My fists clenched involuntarily. I was too angry to speak.

"It was also not my first time being rescued." He continued, and there was a slight hint of amusement in his voice now, like he was trying to cheer me up when he should be the one being comforted. This guy had a special heart too. "I think I have to get used to being the damsel in distress. Your friends sure enjoyed being Prince Charming."

I chuckled. "I will not tell Roberto and Alex you called them that. But what about you, are you okay now? As much as you can be?"

"I'm more okay than I can be, if that makes sense." Lewis answered, and in his serious expression I found his honesty. "I was surprised when the school showed up, actually. I didn't think I was important enough to be saved. I didn't think I mattered enough or that people cared enough to worry about my absence and my wellbeing."

I punched him in the arm, hard. It annoyed me how low he was thinking of himself. This guy had value, whether the world said so or not.

"Ouch!" He shouted, rubbing his shoulder. "What was that for?"

"You're an asshole. I was worried about you. A lot. And Charles would never leave a student behind, not when that student didn't want to be left behind. You matter, dumbass. And I care."

Lewis flashed me a smile. It was a small smile, but big in meaning. Then he smirked.

"All those ass-related insults... are you trying to tell me something?"

I rolled my eyes and punched him again in the same spot. 

"Yes, you do have a fine ass. Get over it."

Lewis laughed. Only then did I notice his fingers were not holding his usual cigarette. In fact, I couldn't detect any trace of smoke on him. Maybe he was starting to need them less and less.

"I did hear you confront the Brotherhood all by yourself and asking where I was, just before those two cherubs started descending us from the sky. Gosh, worst ride ever. I like flights but not when two dudes are grabbing me from each side."

I laughed. I was relieved he was okay. I was happy we were more than okay.

"But seriously, Felicia, thank you. It meant a lot, seeing you go against them for me."

I shrugged.

"I'm learning bravery comes easy to me when it comes to the safety of my friends."

"Aww, you better stop before I blush." He showed me his devilish half smile and I gave him a push on his shoulder. "Jeez, woman, you sure do like to touch."

I tilted my head, thinking about it. I liked to think about random comments. "I do, actually. I like the feeling of being able to touch with my fingers instead of slashing with my claws. They're much easier to control. But tell me if you don't like it and I'll keep my hands to myself."

His smirk simply grew bigger. "No need for that. You have a gift to touch others with more than your hands. With more than any part of your body."

"Aww, you better stop before I blush." I mimicked him and he laughed, his eyes beaming. How could something so dark reflect so much light?

"Then I won't stop. Maybe then I can see that hot Felicia everyone keeps talking about." He mocked me, but his words got to me.

"I'm pretty on the outside, yes. But for so long I've felt ugly on the inside and that's something no one should feel about themselves. So I like to think... I'm slowly becoming beautiful on the inside too. Or at least I'm trying to, and I think more than results we should value attempts."

Lewis rested his back against the bench and spread his long legs, staring at the ocean in front of us. One thing I loved about the ocean: it didn't give a fuck. It was there, and it did its business, whether people liked it or not. We were the one invading it over and over again and expecting only kindness in return, but nature didn't work that way. And neither did humans. We couldn't step over people's lives and expect they would come out of it intact.

"You sure know how to shut a guy up." He said seriously.

"Oh, you have no idea." I replied teasingly, and he looked at me sideways with a ghost of a smile taunting his lips. I loved how we could go from serious to cheerful and to serious again without it ever being awkward. How we weren't afraid to look ridiculous in front of the other.

"So what brought you here?" Lewis ended up asking, as if he was a therapist or a priest, gesturing around us with his head.

"My motorbike." I couldn't help but answer. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Wow, really? So did I. How about a race once we get back?"

"If you can stick with me for that long, sure, why not?"

He smirked. "Cool. I like a girl who loves challenges. I like a girl who's crazier than me. I especially like a biker girl who I'm sure doesn't let any guy do the driving for her."

I smirked more. "You can bet your damn ass on that."

Lewis raised a single eyebrow challengingly. "Again with the ass?"

I let a chuckle escape my lips before turning serious.

"And to finally answer you, I just felt like getting away for a while. Routines can be suffocating for me. I have a hard time adjusting to normal life, since, well, I never had one of those in the first place. But I didn't expect to see you here either. Shouldn't you be causing trouble somewhere? Setting something on fire, perhaps?"

"Shouldn't you be setting Logan on fire?" He replied, a smug, proud smile on his face.

"Very funny." I said after too long. My storage of comebacks seemed closed as long as Logan's image was on my mind. He left me speechless. He left me in a lot of states, actually, and he was not even here. He was like omnipresent in my mind.

"You can't expect that if you attack someone they won't attack back." Lewis smiled innocently at me and I nodded and smirked mischievously.

"True. So tell me about that time you set a classroom on fire."

His smile fell instantly and I grinned triumphantly.

"That happened once, okay? Once. And everyone keeps bringing it up. If I had done something right, would people talk about it as much?"

"Nope. People love tragedy. And drama. And other people's disgraces. There's nothing more reassuring to our ego than knowing someone else is going through something worse."

"Your conception of mankind is dark."

"Mankind is dark."

"Stop replying to everything I say."

"Stop talking then." We stared at each other. Then we burst out laughing. Lewis was good for me. And I felt like I was good for him too. "But I have to admit, my curiosity's sparked... why did you set that room on fire?"

"Let me clarify this first. No one was in the room or anywhere near it, so no one died or got hurt, okay? It's just... I was new at school and I still couldn't control my powers right and I always felt angry about everything. It didn't exactly help that your favorite teacher had just gotten on my nerves moments before, managing to piss me off even more."

My eyes widened. The bare mention of his persona was enough to make me think I had fire living within me too.

"Wait, what? Logan's the reason?"

"Let's say he's one of the variables. You know how insufferable he can be. I don't remember all of it, but I think I answered him... impolitely in class and he wasn't too happy about it. He gave me a harsh lecture in front of everyone and then dismissed me. I went to an empty room to cool down, but my anger got the best of me and... bang bang into the room, bye bye with a boom."

I let out a happy laugh. I liked happiness. I liked it on me.

"Logan does have that effect on people. And he's not my favorite teacher."

Lewis glanced at me, eyebrow raised defiantly.

"Well, he clearly is your favorite something."

I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away from his stare, into the sea. The sea didn't ask questions. It didn't make you wonder about truths and lies, or the reality in between.

"He's my favorite person to piss off, yes. That's it."

"Pff, does it not hurt? Lying to yourself?" Lewis questioned, his voice mocking. "He's your favorite person to do a lot of things, Felicia. And vice-versa."

That sparked my interest. Anything to get me away from talking about how I felt about Logan.

"How so?"

"For starters, you're his favorite person to protect. That was very noticeable during the Brotherhood's attack. The short period of time I saw you, I saw Logan beside you, having your back. Even Jean commented about it when we went inside so she could examine me. I asked her if you were going to be okay and she replied that you would because Logan would not let anything happen to you. And, oh boy, her tone! We were under attack and she was forthrightly jealous. I remember finding the situation very funny. We were not free of danger and yet Jean's main concern was Logan's attitude towards you. I guess love doesn't give a fuck about circumstances and menaces and everything external to it."

I didn't know what to say. My brain was unable to process such information and my heart refused to beat normally. I felt like they were both speaking in their own languages but I couldn't understand any. Or I was simply too afraid to translate them.

"If she loved him she should have chosen him." I snapped, incapable of hiding my bitterness. "And that doesn't really prove anything. I'm his student. It might not look like it but Logan worries about all of his students."

"It definitely doesn't look like it. But if you say so..."

I nodded vehemently. Defending Logan was another thing that came easy to me.

"I know so."

"Then I believe you. But still... I'm sure you've realized by now that he gives you special treatment."

My mind went back to that night in the attic. And to all the other times he had been there when I needed. Logan was the kind of emergency number you didn't have to call.

"He makes me work harder than anyone else, if that's what you're referring to."

"Because he wants you to be better than anybody else. And maybe because you push his buttons more than everyone else combined, but you get it. You're his favorite person to protect and teach and encourage. You're not on his blacklist, Felicia, far from it. I know because I am."

Well, I'm not on his bucket list either, I thought, and the realization hurt like a knife cut. And then it hurt even more because it shouldn't have hurt in the first place.

"I hope not many people think that way," I stated. "I don't want to be seen as the teacher's pet."

"No one would ever look at you and see a pet, Felicia. You're too much of a person. Many can't handle it, that's all, and that's their problem, not yours." He stared at me. I smiled because in his rough words I saw a friend. "The way Logan acts around you, it definitely doesn't look like you're his favorite student. And that's exactly what makes me believe you are. You two have a tendency to feel one way and act the complete opposite. You can handle dangerous amounts of violence and pain, sure, but God forbid you from handling the slightest feeling."

"Emotions just get in the way." I muttered. I thought back of him, my first and only love. I wondered how different things would have been had I not been a fool and fallen deeply and tragically in love with him. Perhaps now I would still be by his side as his friend. But that would mean never having met Logan and the thought of that possibility made me choke.

No matter what, Logan had impacted my life already and I could never forget it.

"If you gave them enough space to breathe on their own they wouldn't have to feel obliged to get in the way for you to notice them." Lewis replied firmly, brushing his pink strand away from his face. It had gotten loose of his samurai bun and kept falling over his eyes with the wind. "I'm a hypocrite, though. I'm telling you to face your emotions when I'm terrified of my own."

I nodded in understanding.

"It's always easier to give advice than to follow our own. What are you so terrified of, though? Your emotions seem fine to me."

"Of course. You only see them when I'm with you. There's nothing to be angry about around you. You calm me down. But when I'm alone with my thoughts, or together with someone that I dislike, which is pretty much everyone... let's say in comparison to rage, fire is pretty easy to control. Rage is the monster and fire is the cookie."

I elbowed him playfully. This time, Lewis didn't complain.

"All this talk about feelings made me hungry. And since you mentioned cookies, I feel like eating an ice cream. Join me?"

"We're in November." Lewis deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes.

"And I want an ice cream. Come on!" I exclaimed, getting up. "Summer isn't jealous and ice cream doesn't discriminate. If you don't want one, you can just watch me lick one."

Lewis raised himself up.

"Please don't ever say that again. And I want a spicy one."

***

Lewis and I stared at each other as we ate our ice creams. It was funny seeing him being so careful around cold, as if there was something inside him trying to push it away. Like me and water. Our powers were not just powers; they were a part of our personalities.

"Those marshmallows seem sad. Care to let me brighten them up?" Lewis questioned, eyeing my ice cream as we walked side by side on the boardwalk. I decided this is how I wanted to be with Lewis. Him next to me, smiling.

"What are you—" I asked when Lewis came closer to me and looked around to see if we were being watched. Then he snapped his fingers and a small, warm flame came to life. I took my ice cream away from his deadly reach. "I don't want to swallow fire, you dumbass!"

Lewis laughed in amusement, the flame soaring above his fingers extinguishing.

"Relax. I'm just going to toast your marshmallows."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I like when you talk dirty to me."

Lewis grinned and snapped his fingers again. This time a strong chill ran up and down my spine, as if warning me a snap of fingers could be dangerous. But not this one. Some other.

He brought his finger closer to the marshmallows again and very carefully passed the small flame over them, toasting them immediately. I watched in amazement as he painted them gold. I felt like a first year student in Hogwarts.

"There, you have it. This one's for free."

"Thank you very much." I grinned, popping a marshmallow into my mouth. It tasted better than what I expected and I let out a small moan.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Felicia. Warn me before you have a food orgasm so that I can close my eyes and cover my ears. I do not need to—"

I shut him up by throwing a marshmallow into his mouth. Lewis closed his mouth angrily, but then his features softened as he tasted heaven.

I laughed all the way.

"Don't do that again." He demanded, and then proceeded to steal a marshmallow from me and chew on it happily. "Everything's a bit better with some heat, don't you think?"

"I don't know about temperatures, but everything's a bit better with you."

This time, Lewis gave me a genuine grin. I mirrored it, and we fell onto a comfortable silence. We were both silence seekers, so there really wasn't any room for awkwardness. We knew how loud quiet could speak.

"You know I wasn't being serious, right?" He spoke up after a while, turning to me as we walked. "About your looks."

I saw he was staring so I slowly licked my ice cream in front of him just to tease him. He faked an upset groan.

"Oh, so I had to buy you an ice cream for you to say I'm attractive?"

He shrugged. "What can I say, I'm hard to get. In all honesty, though, I was just messing with you when I said your looks disappointed me. I like messing with you. You don't get all offended or defensive and you know how to joke yet how to talk deep too. That combination is hard to find."

"Maybe you've been searching in the wrong places."

Lewis nodded, biting on the wafer of his cone.

"You saw through me, didn't you? You saw a loner that was tired of being alone. A bad boy that didn't feel like being bad anymore. A poor kid who just wanted a friend."

"Or maybe I just thought you were hot too." I smirked, but we both knew all he said was true.

"Well, I am, actually. Literally." He placed two fingers against my cheek and I felt the heat spread to me. It wasn't a soft, inviting warmth like Roberto's. This was a scorching fire that would burn had he not take it right away. "I just don't understand why you'd choose me."

"I didn't choose you. It happened."

He shook his head, and another strand of hair fell from his bun.

"No, you kept talking to me when you could have walked away. Let's face it: you're a popular girl. You have a steady group of friends back at the mansion, and they're all very popular too. I'm the outsider, the underdog. The normal way of things to go would be us either ignoring or hating each other to the guts."

"Well, the normal way would be a mistake then. Where would I find another person to toast marshmallows for me at any time?"

Lewis looked down and smiled. He almost seemed embarrassed. The thought that he might not have been used to this, to friendship, made me want to give him all I could.

"Of course I wouldn't walk away, Lewis. You're awesome to talk to. I think most people don't approach you because they fear you, not because they despise or judge you. It's just you have this mysterious vibe to you, a badass attitude and an intimidating power. It scares people off."

Lewis looked up, smiling genuinely. Honesty looked good on him.

"I'm glad you saw past all that."

I smiled back. "It's mutual."

Lewis clapped unexpectedly.

"Ok, we're being too cheesy now. You're a bad girl and I'm a bad boy and we do not do cheesy. We're tough and rebel, we don't talk about feelings and we're too good for anyone. Right?"

I chuckled. "Not at all."

Lewis agreed, laughing. His eyes darted towards the Ferris wheel and beamed. It was like he was up there already.

"Wanna go for a ride?"

***

Even in November, the view was amazing. Everything seemed peaceful and grey from up there. Nothing could get to us. There was just the ocean, and the sky, and everyone stuck in between.

"I like heights." Lewis told me as we watched the world below us, getting smaller and further away. I wondered if this was how God saw humans. "I like how they make us insignificant. How they put everything into perspective and make our difficulties seem so small. I feel like astronauts can always have another outlook on problems because they've seen Earth from outside of it. Because they've seen how little everything really matters."

"While you're here it matters, though. It matters a lot. This is all we have." I looked outside the cabinet, down at the beach. This deserted place would be bursting with life during summer but for now it was mine and his alone. "But I agree. I like that feeling too; I like the freedom and alienation altitude gives you. When you're up here, it's like you're untouchable. Your troubles can't reach you. You set yourself apart from the world. Distance makes you impermeable; heights allow you to breathe an air free of pollution and reach a mind free of contamination. When you see how small you are you realize how big you can be."

I looked over at Lewis to find him already gazing at me, slightly dumbfounded. He had a small smile tugging at his lips that I could only describe as tender. I was starting to believe people with the darkest minds and deepest scars had the kindest hearts. For once I didn't want to be the exception.

"To sum up, heights can make us high." He said. "It's like an overdose of perception."

I agreed with a smile, grabbing the bars of the cabinet with my hands. The cold metal against my skin was freeing. This didn't feel like a cage. "When I was a kid I used to climb trees to rescue cats. Sometimes birds. But mostly kittens. I was more afraid they would fall and get hurt than me falling or getting hurt. Now that I think about it I've always had a special relationship with cats. I can't talk to them, unfortunately, but they've always been there. And I was never afraid of heights. Maybe deep down I knew I would always land on my feet."

"What if you fall in love?" Lewis asked, a smirk across his lips but a curious glimpse in his eyes. "Will you land on your feet then?"

I scrunched up my nose. I enjoyed giving deep answers when people were joking and joke when people were being deep. I loved turning the world upside down.

"I don't think you land when you fall in love. You just don't stop, you know? Until the day you don't fall anymore not because you landed but because something or someone cut your wings. And you just stand there. Like a tightrope artist who ran out of rope."

His eyes widened, the light in them intensifying.

"That's it. I found out the perfect nickname for you."

"I'm scared."

"Don't be... angel eyes."

"That's so cheesy!" I grinned. "I like it."

Lewis gave me a self-satisfied smile. "I expect one in return."

I stared at him, eyes narrowed. His pink strand was in front of his face again. I came closer to him and tucked it behind his ear.

"Nice breaking of a chick flick cliché." He chuckled, but stopped once I spoke again.

"I'm calling you Hothead." I smiled innocently at him. He groaned loudly. A seagull flew away.

"Really? Hothead? Couldn't you find something better? Angel eyes is cute and sounds like a fancy lingerie brand. Hothead just sounds like the name of a random hot dog trailer. One that doesn't even have tasty hot dogs."

"It suits you, though. It has a triple meaning: it's an obvious reference to your daunting power, but it also refers to your angry attitude and short temper, and to your hot looks. Think about it. Your head is not in the clouds. Your head is so hot you can take someone to the sun."

A delighted laugh escaped his lips and he nodded in appreciation. He stared into the horizon. The sun was setting and something else was rising.

"You know, angel eyes." He said, eyeing me from the corner of his eye. "Being alone with you up here... it makes me feel less lonely than when I am standing in the middle of a crowd."

"You don't have to be lonely anymore, Lewis. Even when you're alone. After all, being alone is not a big deal if you don't feel alone."

Lewis threw his hands up in the air.

"Thank you! Finally someone who understands the perks of being a loner, of not having to give satisfactions to anyone! People are too damn complicated."

"But sometimes they have good things as well." I observed.

"I'm only noticing them now." He rested his head on one of the bars and smiled at me. "Don't get me wrong, I do like being a loner. People annoy me and I annoy them so we're better kept apart. I cherish having my privacy and my own space and not having to worry about others. Socializing requires energy I'd rather spend on something else. It's just sometimes even I need someone to talk to. Someone who will listen. It is either you or the trees and I must admit you sound more fun. Trees can't talk back. Or touch you. They especially don't touch like you do."

I smiled, resting my head against the other bar. The ground was approaching us slowly but I didn't want to land. I was falling in friendship with Lewis and I didn't want it to stop. I didn't want to pause time; I wanted to extend feelings.

"Yes, trees certainly can't do this." I said, boasting a suspicious little smile. I left his side to get behind him and slowly lifted his arms out to the sides until they were at shoulder height.

"What are you..." He started, but then I placed my hands on his waist and his whole bodysquirmed with laughter. Lewis turned his head slightly to meet my eyes, his dark stare smiling.

"Are you serious?" He asked above the sound of the wind, but he never lowered his arms nor shoved my hands away. I teased him by tickling him a bit and he wriggled again. Ticklish, this one. Then he turned forward, and I could almost see his smile mirrored in the sky.  

"I am here, Hothead." I replied. "And you said you liked flights." My grip on his waist got firmer, as if we could take off at any moment. The wind was blowing in our faces and perhaps we did not look very photogenic but no doubt we were happy. This moment mattered, even if it could not be seen from outer space. And the world looked better when we were holding onto someone. 

"We're flying."

"For all of the light that I shut out
For all of the innocent things that I doubt
For all of the bruises I've caused and the tears
For all of the things that I've done all these years
And all
Yeah, for all of the sparks that I stomped out
For all of the perfect things that I doubt

I'll be good, I'll be good
And I'll love the world, like I should
Yeah, I'll be good, I'll be good
For all of the times
I never could"  

A/N: Gif is Lewis showing off his abilities :) (It's from 'Sky High' movie)

Song is "I'll be Good" by Jaymes Young. Great music, great singer! His lyrics speak volumes and this song in particular is perfect for Lewis.

And of course, credits for the last scene go to Titanic ;)