Ahhh!!! My first X-men story!!!! (!!!!!!) I'm sooo excited!!! With this current story, I had about 80 pages already typed out before I decided to post it, so don't worry; there will definitely be weekly updates on this story every Friday... Maybe even twice a week, if you're lucky... ;)

I'm not very knowledegable about the X-men comics, so I'm trying to base all this on the few I've read and the movies, which I love! I absolutely adore Jubilee, Wolverine, Gambit, and Storm, so there should be heavy mentions of them in here, especially of Jubilee as she is the main character. Warning ahead; this is a Midsummer's Dream like twisty love story, so there might be pairings in there that may offend you, and I'm sorry if they do. If you want, you can give me suggestions of what pairs you want to see together, because even right now, I'm not sure who I want Jubilee to end up with...

Disclaimer: I don't think I own the X-men... Crap!

Jubilee had the shortest attention span ever. Try as she might, she could never focus on one thing for long… Which explains her love for crazy fashion and shopping for her newest must have. But, unfortunately, with her short attention span, she could never hold a grudge… And believe me, she so did try too many times. She tried to hold a grudge against her parents every time they grounded her or something, swearing to never speak to them again, but she was always cuddling into their side by the end of the day. She attempted to be in mourning for the rest of her life when her parents died, but the help of some desperately needed friends luckily solved that problem. She swore she'd hunt Nightcrawler down and kill him the day he accidently got his gum stuck in her hair. But they were laughing together by the end of the day. She swore she'd never forgive Logan for the pain he caused every time he left her. But she always did.

Her inability to hold a grudge was both good and bad. Good because she could finally move on from the horror of her parents' death (and spare Kurt's life). Bad because she could never get even with Logan for the heart wrenching blows he delivered her at a constant rate.

Did he even care about her? Jubilee couldn't know for certain. When she was around him… It actually seemed like Logan cared. Like he'd maybe mourn her a little if she died. But then why would he leave her so long with no communication. Why would he, who supposedly cared so much, come in time after time to secure her heart if only to break it a few days later? Jubilee was tough, and boastful of the fact, but even the toughest dog kicked one too many times will obey. The most spirited horse whipped one too many times will break. The toughest girl abandoned one too many times will cry.

Every girl has the image of the perfect man implanted in their brain since childhood; a prince charming who'll sweep her off her feet. They'd ride off into the sunset to live happily ever after. He'd hold open door for her and treat her to candlelit dinners. Yes, that is the ideal man, but the man they fantasize about is the troubled, ruggedly handsome, no-good-for you bad boy. Women will admit they want a sensitive, charming man, but in reality, they'd easily ditch the pretty boy for the bad boy. Jubilee had an imaginary prince charming. He was blond, bought her roses and took long walks on the beach with her often. But she couldn't stop the crazy, girly crush that had developed the moment she laid eyes on Logan. She followed him everywhere, calling him her "Wolvie" and actually believing she'd have a change when she was all grown up.

Jubilee was twenty-three now, "all grown up" but her plan hadn't really worked the way it was supposed to. Most childhood crushes fade (like her one on Nick Carter, ew!) but not this one. It had unexpectedly blossomed into something much different than a crush. Why else did Jubilee spend all her free time moping around the mansion as opposed to partying with all her grad school friends?

She hadn't seen him for two whole years, damn it, with not so much as a postcard within that long time frame. So she hung around the mansion, waiting, always waiting. Jubilee would simply die if anyone could read her thoughts (not difficult in a house full of psi) so she took private sessions with the professor to block her mind. Of course, she didn't state her reason, but she suspected Xavier knew, anyways. But it was worth it because now she was confident that no one could get access to her über private thoughts…So no one could peek into her tortured interior.

She bet Logan was with some 2 cent whore right now… Maybe he was in Hawaii instead, walking on the beach with his new discovered true love… Maybe he was in Paris, romancing some women to make the city even more deserving of the most romantic city… Maybe he was getting drunk at a bar right now, with sluts crawling all over him... But where ever he was, Jubilee always had a sneaky suspicion that he was happy. Well, happier than he could ever be around her anyways. And that's the part that stung the most. He'd never see her as anything more than the little mall rat who stalked him ten years ago.

Ten freaking years ago!!! Wasn't that long enough??? Sure, he must still be decades older than her, but he was probably older than everyone, Jean, Mariko… The only ones old enough for him were senior citizens, geez! And he probably only thought of her like he did because he knew her in her youth. Sometimes Jubilee wondered what would have happened if Logan hadn't met her ten years ago, but right now… Would he fall for her? And he looked so young damn it! One hundred years from now, he'd date girls much younger than Jubilee, get the logic? And their age was the only reason Jubilee could think of of why he'd reject her… She was a little stuck up from all the compliments from college boys, but she had to admit she had great, long, silky black hair and stunning, wide, slanted blue cat eyes. She was slim, but very strong, too, kind of like a gymnast.

The first two weeks Logan had been gone, Jubilee was utterly heartbroken. She couldn't go down to eat for days, worrying the other residents. She clung onto every picture of the two of them and anything, including the stuffed coyote that reminded her of him. She'd sleep through the day, mixing up her days and nights, each the same to her. But, then, her sadness would melt away to anger and she'd find herself spending all her previous sleeping hours sweating it out in the Danger Room, trying to pound away her anger. She'd throw away every picture of them two of them (never permanently) and throw darts into the stuffed coyote instead of crying to sleep with it in her arms. But it was the same every time he came back. She'd be mad at him for a few days, but he'd win her over, like always, and it'd be like her heard had never been broken.

But she was always paranoid, oh so paranoid. She'd wake up every morning at six just to press her ear against his door to check for signs of life. You can't imagine the relief that overcomes her at the sound of his deep, but also quiet breathing. Suddenly weary, she'd slink back to bed where she'd sleep in until ten, the normal Logan wake-up time. Then, Jubilee would barge into his room one last time to make sure his things were still in there before relaxing a little and going to get dressed. You'd think that with every passing day, she'd relax a little. But no, with every passing day, she grew more and more paranoid. She always feared that she'd run out of time before he left again for God knows how long.

Every moment she had was spent with him. She didn't dare let him out of her sight for every a moment. She treasured every second of his presence. She hung on to his every word. She stalked him around the mansion. She spent hours just staring at him, trying to memorize by heart all his features. But then, one day, Jubilee got up at six and he was gone. His stuff and bike had disappeared, like they had never existed at all.

That was over two years ago. She had felt so much pain and anger. All she felt was pain and anguish at first, but now she found it easier to channel all her misery into anger. She was in more pain than she had ever been in her whole life, so, therefore, she hated him with all the passion she could muster with her short twenty-three years of life. But there is, of course, a thin line between love and hate.

So, how do you think Jubilee felt this morning when she heard the roar of Logan's motorcycle downstairs? That was over an hour ago. She heard the stomps of people running down the stairs and their exclamations of delight upon viewing him. Oh, how Jubilee wanted to run downstairs into Logan's arms and forgive and forget like she'd done a million times before. But her pain was too great. She hated him.

Logan was probably in the living room right now, being pounded with affection by Rogue and Kitty. Jubilee's insides churned with jealousy, but she managed to convince herself that it was because he was stealing away her friends. Laughter sounded from right below her feet, making her yearn with longing. She had to get out of there.

So, she slipped on her slippers, not bothering to change out of her blowy, white night gown and jumped out her window into the ledge outside. She slowly shimmied to the front of the house, clutching to the rook with shaking hands.

Jubilee briefly glanced down, and curse as she realized she was standing right in the front of an open window leading to the kitchen. Everyone was in there, but they were too caught up in Logan to notice her climbing up this wall like she was a thirteen-year-old mall rat again. She quickly climbed down the patch of ivy and dropped to the ground, landing like a cat. Then, she started sprinting towards the lake…

This might seem very angsty right now, but I'm going to try to incorporate humor and romance. Stay tune for the next one next Friday! Oh, and I looooove reviews! ;)