Metalboy cant fly!

"Aha! I finally fitted them correctly!" The brown haired boy exclaimed on his dorm bed. He was in the process of making shoes with metal plates at the bottom so he could fly at any time. Connor looked down at his black Converse and attempted to bend the shoes, of course the metal gave a lot of restriction so it would be best to not have the metal on them all the time. The boy pushed open the door to leave the dorms, "Ill be back!

Connor sat down in the grass exhausted from running to the courtyard. Birds sang near the trees and the fountain made bubbly noises with a few students near by. The winter wasn't sure if he should show off his invention or just try it out before. After taking a few more gasps for air Connor stood up and was ready to start his presentation. He looked around for the last time and readjusted his shoes, "Lets do this!"

Honestly, school was already taking a toll on her. The exams weren't great on anyone, but she felt hers had been so ridiculously hard- not to mention scary- that she couldn't finish it. Amelia gazed blankly at the clay lion before her, licking his "fur" as usual. No matter how hard she tried to get that habit out of him, the more he did it out of spite. He flicked his ears, feeling her gray gaze on his back. He seemed to huff and walk off, turning the cornering Hydrangea bushes with a switch of his tail. Being the size of a housecat, he wasn't too intimidating. In a moment he had turned back around, meowing something that sounded similar to a bubbling tar pit.

The fact she was pretty much the only way for him to live, the Autumn girl had the privilege of reading his thoughts. Someone had entered the courtyard. She peered over the line of hedges curiously, mostly hidden from sight. It was a boy, she noticed, although after seeing his shoes. What are those? The metal on the bottom was interesting. It probably served a purpose, but definitely not for comfort.

Amelia watched, only the eyes and the top of her head clearing the bushes. What was he doing?

Everything was good to go, he checked the metal to make sure it wouldn't fall off mid flight because that would be a tragedy he wasn't ready for. Connor put his feet shoulder width apart and braced his arms out in front of him for balance. The boy then put all of his power in the metal and pushed off the ground with a great force.

The smack against the dirt could have been heard for miles, or at least that's whats Connor thought. He put to much power in the heels of his feet and shot forward, only to make him face plant into the ground. Connor pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed his head. 'Ughhh, my brain... I really hope no one saw that.'

Amelia's stifled laugh revealed she was watching. "Oh no," she hissed to herself. Well, there was no use hiding now. Especially with that cat letting out muddy bubbles of laughter.

She awkwardly called out, pretending to have only heard him falling. Not seen him do the perfect faceplant, nothing like that. "Are you alright?" The lion was still trying to blow her cover, laughing his tail off like the rude creature he was. Oh how she wanted to shut him up. Permanently. But, he held grudges, as proud as he was, and being forceful would only cause more problems. She decided to ignore him instead. Walking out from behind the rose hedge, Amelia saw the boy sitting on the ground.

"What happened? She knew what happened. "Your nose is bleeding a little," the girl then added, motioning to the bridge of her own.

Connor sat in the grass with his legs out and hand against his head, he wanted to leave but couldn't with the pounding in his skull. He turned when he heard a quite laugh coming from the bushes, a small blonde girl appeared in front of him. "Oh, y-yeah I'm fine, I just fell and hit my head." With a quick swipe of his sleeve Connor wiped the blood away that was running from his nose. The winter shot off the metal plates from his shoes and formed them into a ball allowing him to shove it in his pocket. He looked back up at the girl, "Y-you didn't happen to see me fall, did you?"

He didn't seem too fazed physically by the fall. "Good." Although the sound wasn't actually too loud, Amelia could hear it in her head. It was crowding out some of her thoughts. 'Oh, shut up already!' She'd meant to say that mentally, but it came out her mouth, not her head. The lion just laughed louder, almost to the point where it sounded like he would choke. She didn't pay much attention to that. He didn't need to breathe, anyway.

She glanced to the side, pretending to be incredibly interested in a flower. Pretty, pretty flower... so pretty. Actually it was pretty. Huh. Oh wait, he's saying things. He wants you to respond. Don't say anything stupid. "No..." It was obvious she was lying. So, so painfully obvious.

You know what, no use lying. "I, uh, did. Sorry," She paused for a moment before quickly adding, "I won't tell anyone, though! I swear." Now she was just metaphorically punching herself in the gut.

Connor waited for the girls answer but she strayed off to look at the flowers, when she did answer it was obvious it was a lie. The brown-haired boy opened his mouth to respond but the blonde immediately changed her answer. "So you did see me...?" There was a long pause between the two, both waiting for someone to speak again. Green eyes shot back up to the girl and Connor started laughing hysterically, "I probably looked hilarious, huh?!" The boy kept chuckling to himself at the thought of him being an idiot. "I need a lot more improvements before I start flying, first better control of my power." The winter smiled at the blonde and jumped up into a standing position. His head still hurt so he kept his hand on the pain.

The atmosphere had at first been awkward, but now he was laughing, causing her to smile involuntarily. He was laughing at himself. She didn't really know anyone else who did that. "I like to think i've controlled my power, but..." Amelia had the now wheezing clay creature stumble out into the open. His eyes would be watering, if he had any tear ducts.

"Wish I could get the attitude out of him ," he frowned at her, forming a strange expession, as he was still laughing. She often wondered what went wrong with that clay. "He sure thought you made a fool of yourself."

Connor slowly calmed down after laughing and looked back up up at the girl, noticing a small lion coming out from behind the bushes. "W-what is that?" He said pointing at the cat-sized lion that was also laughing. It was like nothing he has ever seen before, it seemed to be made out of clay, but Connor didn't know for sure. "Wait, is that your power? To make small little lions?" It seemed like a stupid questions, for it probably was, but the winter has seen a lot of weird powers.

ooc;sorry I'm going to be gone a couple days, camping, I wont be able to post right away.

"He's, uhh.." Amelia glanced at the lion, who had since calmed down considerably. "You could call him a pet, but he keeps asking me to give him a name. Something Spanish or the like." She bent down to pick him up and held him to her chest, back facing her. His claws were too sharp for his own good.

He wriggling about for a second, but settled down enough to start chuckling to himself again. "[color:ff1a=43ba71]I made him, yeah, but it's mostly dead and fake things I can control. Museums are funner than usual." The school trip to the science museum was one of the best days she'd ever had; down to every student who now had the fear of dinosaurs. Ah, those were the days.

Connor chuckled slightly, "A Hispanic name? Like Pedro?" It was a weird lion, being tiny and wanting a Spanish name. Connors confusing smile slowly faded, "Whoa! You can make items come back to life? That is so cool!" He laughed when she mentioned museums, imagining the many things coming back to life scaring the tourists.

The winter stared at the lion, it was confusing as to how he could be alive. Connor was quite jealous of her power it seemed amazing. 'I wonder what the tiny lions roar sounds like...' Putting his attention back to the girl he asked her, "So, what is your name?" Figuring he should probably get her name before they departed, it wasn't everyday someone got to see Connor face plant.