It's a sunny day, or more specifically, the middle of July. Which means the heat and humidity makes it feel as if the entire mansion is being heated inside-out via the windows. But that also means schools are off, and teenagers are rampaging the streets doing whatever, so it's a fair trade.

You're in a house full of hormonal teens. More specifically, Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters. There's Scott's Emo Boy-Band songs reverberating through the halls, barely concealing his and Jean's make-out session right beside your room, Bobby's listening to Britney Spears in the other room, and Hank, stowed away somewhere in the library.

As it's the peak of the 2000s, your room looks like nothing but a hot mess of essentials, comics, posters strewn about everywhere. The carpet looks like a battleground among numerous comic books, and clothes which no one wants to organise. You're flopped in bed, reading a comic.

You notice your roommate, Warren come back, swaying a bit, covered in lipstick stains top-to-bottom. You have no idea what happened, and maybe you don't want to. You watch as he very carefully avoids the stains on the carpet. None of you know what the stains are, and it's personally offensive to both of you.

"Dude, you would not believe the day I had.."

He finally faces you, grinning like a little idiot. He starts to take off his clothes, one expensive layer off at a time. You don't know if it's the heat of the Mid-June-Summer, or if it's seeing a Pretty-Half-Naked-Boy in front of you, but you can swear the temperature increased a few celsius.