Disclaimer: I own all characters except Jean, Kitty, Scott, and Kurt.
Author's notes at the bottom of the page! Hope you like this story. R&R! ;)
Chapter 1
"This is gonna be sooo fun!" squealed Kitty Pryde, leaning back in the passenger seat of Jean's white convertible, the cool, Saturday wind blowing her long, brown hair. "Honestly, it was so good of Professor Xavier to let us take this vacation!
Jean Grey, a very pretty girl with a body that'd make any model jealous, grinned and ran her fingers through her wavy, strawberry-blonde locks. "I agree. The best part? We have our boyfriends with us."
She glanced in her rear-view mirror, her eyes moving towards Scott Summer, who was seated behind her in the backseat. Scott saw her reflection in the mirror and smiled slyly.
"You didn't think we'd let you go on a vacation without us, did you?" he said, stroking Jean's cheek as she drove, making her blush lightly.
Kurt Wagner, who was seated beside Scott, leaned forward and curled a few strands of Kitty's incredibly straight hair with his finger. "Are you kidding? I'd never miss this for the world! Not when I have a chance to finally get freaky--oops, I meant, spend some quality time with my gorgeous girlfriend.
Kitty laughed and punched Kurt's arm. She turned and gazed into Kurt's lively black eyes. Pretending to want to kiss him, she leaned forward with her lips slightly puckered, then whispered "Ha!", ruffled Kurt's dark hair, and turned back to her previous position.
"Hey!" said Kurt, his lips still puckered, glancing woefully at Kitty.
"You'll get one soon, babe," said Kitty coyly.
The group laughed. Jean popped Outkast's "Speakerboxxx/The Love Below" album in the car's CD player, and the four youngsters grooved to the band's rap and R&B tunes all the way to their destination, the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, which was a grand, sophisticated, and world-renowned hotel in the Manhattan area of New York City.
Jean, Kitty, and their boyfriends, Scott and Kurt, whom they had been going steady with for a few months, had been given a two-month break by Professor Xavier, their mentor at Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, a school and home for mutants. They had traveled miles from Westchester County to New York City, where, they knew, all the action and adventure in all New York lay. The Professor discouraged them from using their powers during their stay, though, so as not to reveal themselves too openly.
The car presently pulled to a stop in front of the glorious hotel, which towered over numerous other buildings in the area and whose outer walls were of gray, marblish concrete. Scott whistled, peering in through the glass doors to the hotel, which granted a terrific view of its bright main lobby. "This is gonna be a great vacation, all right!
Kurt jumped out of the convertible. "C'mon, let's bring our things and check in!
Assisted by two bellhops, the four got their luggage out of the trunk, and, as a valet drove their car to the parking lot, strolled up the glistening marble steps and into the Waldorf-Astoria lobby.
The main lobby was enormous and circular, with a large oak table in the center and a fresh, decorative plant on top. Elegant peach-colored couches and armchairs around the lobby were occupied by young and old alike, most looking like tourists from other parts of the country. The entire floor was a rich, marble shade, and was illuminated by a great chandelier which shone brightly from the high ceiling. Lush cream-colored carpets lay under the couches and classy floor lamps. The walls were wood-paneled, and lovely glass windows, enclosed by posh white drapes, were set in them, granting a superb view of the lively sidewalks and stores of Manhattan.
To the south was another set of great glass doors, leading to the South lobby, which housed the many elevators and more doors leading to the pools, fitness center, spa, ballrooms, and various restaurants and bars.
The bellhops accompanied Jean and her friends to the registration desk, which was occupied by about five receptionists, each with a small computer in their work area. One of them looked up and smiled warmly as the friends walked up.
"Good afternoon," the young man said cheerfully. "Welcome to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. You've made reservations, yes?
Jean nodded. "I'm Jean Grey, and these are Kitty Pryde, Scott Summers, and Kurt Wagner. Our friend, Charles Xavier, has booked an Astor Suite for us on the 26th floor.
The receptionist flipped through a logbook, entered a few things into his computer, and looked up at Jean. "Yes, your room's ready for occupation, miss Grey. The bellhops will carry your bags and escort your group to your room," he said. He handed Jean and her friends their key-cards, which enabled them to access their suite. "I hope you and your friends enjoy your stay." He smiled at them, then his blue eyes returned to and remained on Jean, a small spark of admiration evident in them.
"Thank you," said Jean, smiling. She and the rest turned towards the elevators, the bellhops walking along in their wake.
Scott grinned playfully at Jean. "Looks like that receptionist has his eye on you.
Jean laughed. "Well, I already have my eye on someone else."
She took Scott's hand and kept it locked in hers as they approached the elevator. The doors opened smoothly, and they all filed in. As the bellhop punched in their floor on the number pad, Kurt spoke.
"It sure was great of the Professor to reserve such a nice room for us," he said appreciatively. "We get a great east-side city view from where we're staying, don't we?" His eyes sparkled with excitement.
"That's right," said Jean. "We'll be able to see lots of other buildings from our suite, like the great St. Patrick's Cathedral, and the famous Radio City Music Hall.
"Sounds romantic," chimed Kitty, glancing at Kurt. The two of them grinned at each other, then punched each other playfully, giggling and snorting.
The elevator reached the twenty-sixth floor. As the doors slid open, the group caught sight of two tall, slender girls waiting by the elevator, elegantly clad in pastel-colored Prada dresses and Manolo Blahnik pumps, carrying almost-identical Kate Spade clutches. Numerous shining jewels adorned their ears, neck, and arms. They were obviously very wealthy.
One of them had beautiful blonde hair that reached all the way down to her waist, sparkling green eyes which emanated powerful sparks of energy, and full, red lips. She exuded great self-confidence, her dress accentuating her slim figure. The other was just as beautiful, and slightly shorter than her companion. She looked foreign, with extremely dark, black hair that went down to her shoulders, large, chestnut-colored eyes, and healthily tanned skin. Her lips were an exciting shade of pink. She was wearing a pretty yellow sash around her small waist.
Jean caught Scott staring, awestruck, at the two girls, as they entered the elevator, their heads held high, walking ever-so-confidently. She felt a little uncomfortable because of this, but she couldn't blame him anyway. The girls were very attractive, drawing even more attention with their expensive garments and accessories.
The bellhops bustled out of the elevator, lugging the baggage with them. They could hardly keep their eyes off the two women, Jean noticed. The rest followed, stepping out into a palatial corridor, doors running down it left and right. The corridor was richly decorated, with ecru carpets and white-washed walls. The ceiling was lined with artistic light bulbs, which gave the passageway a stately glow.
"Who are those girls?" said Scott curiously as the girls chattered in the elevator and its doors slid shut. "They look loaded.
"Scott, they are loaded," commented Kurt. "They don't look bad, either," he added, grinning.
Kitty crossed her arms across her chest humorously. "I hope you're not saying you've lost interest in me, Kurt Wagner.
"Of course not," said Kurt, chuckling and grabbing Kitty by the waist, pulling her into a big bear hug. "You're the cutest girl in the world, and you know it.
Jean and Scott looked at each other, then shook their heads, grinning.
They followed the bellhops to their suite, which was just a few feet down the hallway. Jean inserted her key-card into the door's lock, and the door swung open, revealing a spacious living room, with a draped window at the other end looking out on the city. A thick red and black floral carpet ran through the floor, and the walls were of plush, light brown. A pink armchair lay near the entrance door, and across it sat a stylish white loveseat. Leaning against the wall across the door was a large, intricately embroidered pink couch, adorned with cream-colored throw pillows. Before this couch was a small, glass coffee table with gold legs and a ceramic vase with fresh roses. A large potted plant stood smartly beside the window. Lovely paintings glamorized the walls. A set of French doors stood on the west wall, leading to the dining area and bedroom.
"Sweet!" Scott murmured, taking in the beautiful, richly-decorated room as the group stepped in over the threshold. The bellhops proceeded through the French doors to the bedroom to deposit the luggage, then, with a bow, exited the suite.
Kitty and Kurt paced the living room, talking animatedly, then headed to explore the bedroom and bath.
Scott turned towards Jean. "So, how do you like it?" He moved closer to her and swept her in a tight, loving hug.
"I like it a lot," said Jean dreamily, snuggling into Scott's warm arms and smiling up at him. They stayed in each other's arms a while longer, then broke apart and headed through the French doors towards the dining area.
"Wow! Don't you just love this, Jean?" said Scott appreciatively, indicating a classy dining room, with a rectangular oak table with slender black legs, carved and painted to perfection. Matching dining chairs stood around the table. A stylish end table stood across the table, a bright lamp standing on top of it. At the other end of the room was a fabulous wet bar, dozens of wine glasses and sparkling champagne and liquor bottles running along the shelves.
An arched doorway to the right led to a small alcove, which featured a long marble counter running along the walls, with a stove and mini bar set into the gaps between the counter. A microwave and toaster were perched on top of the shiny counter.
"This is elegant," Jean murmurmed, running her hand along the smooth surface of the table. "Talk about luxury dining!
"Well, you can only have the best for the best," joked Scott. "Come on, let's take a look at the bedroom.
"This oughtta be good," grinned Jean. She and Scott paced the length of the living room and went through a Windsor door to the large, lavishly decorated bedroom. There was a spectacular queen-sized, triple-sheeted bed, complete with comforter and pillows. The topmost sheet was intricately embroidered and was a nice, friendly shade of mauve. A pink backless divan lay in front of the bed, and situated before the divan was a black, flat-screened television. Numerous small paintings lined the dainty cream-colored walls. Best of all, a large, glass paned window, accentuated by pretty pink and apple green curtains was situated in the wall opposite the door. The window granted a spectacular view of the east side of busy Manhattan. Myriads of buildings, including the St. Patrick's Cathedral and Radio City Music Hall, were visible through the large window. The view was simply breathtaking.
Scott grinned. "We'll be sure to check out all those places while we're here!" He and Jean then entered the bathroom, where Kitty and Kurt were busy admiring the marble bath.
"This is like the best suite I've ever been in in my life," commented Kitty, her eyes flying around the luxurious marble bathroom, with a bathtub and separate shower stall, walk-in closet with bathrobes and towels, marble sink with perfumed soaps and shampoos resting on the sink counter, and a small cable TV in the corner opposite the bathtub. "Plus, we're in the heart of New York City! I say this is gonna be the most exciting vacation of our lives!
"Who's up for some chow at Oscar's?" offered Jean ecstatically. "Let's fill our stomachs and start our vacation with a bang!
"We're all for it!" exclaimed the rest, and together, they strode out of the marble bathroom, out of the apartment, and into the start of what would be the craziest and most bizarre vacation the X-Men could ever have.
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Author's Notes:
Okay, I used my Mac writing this story, so I have NO idea how to make the spaces between paragraphs work. I'd really appreciate if some of you could give me some help, and, of course, if you could all review this story. Chapter 2 coming soon! :D
Author's notes at the bottom of the page! Hope you like this story. R&R! ;)
Chapter 1
"This is gonna be sooo fun!" squealed Kitty Pryde, leaning back in the passenger seat of Jean's white convertible, the cool, Saturday wind blowing her long, brown hair. "Honestly, it was so good of Professor Xavier to let us take this vacation!
Jean Grey, a very pretty girl with a body that'd make any model jealous, grinned and ran her fingers through her wavy, strawberry-blonde locks. "I agree. The best part? We have our boyfriends with us."
She glanced in her rear-view mirror, her eyes moving towards Scott Summer, who was seated behind her in the backseat. Scott saw her reflection in the mirror and smiled slyly.
"You didn't think we'd let you go on a vacation without us, did you?" he said, stroking Jean's cheek as she drove, making her blush lightly.
Kurt Wagner, who was seated beside Scott, leaned forward and curled a few strands of Kitty's incredibly straight hair with his finger. "Are you kidding? I'd never miss this for the world! Not when I have a chance to finally get freaky--oops, I meant, spend some quality time with my gorgeous girlfriend.
Kitty laughed and punched Kurt's arm. She turned and gazed into Kurt's lively black eyes. Pretending to want to kiss him, she leaned forward with her lips slightly puckered, then whispered "Ha!", ruffled Kurt's dark hair, and turned back to her previous position.
"Hey!" said Kurt, his lips still puckered, glancing woefully at Kitty.
"You'll get one soon, babe," said Kitty coyly.
The group laughed. Jean popped Outkast's "Speakerboxxx/The Love Below" album in the car's CD player, and the four youngsters grooved to the band's rap and R&B tunes all the way to their destination, the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, which was a grand, sophisticated, and world-renowned hotel in the Manhattan area of New York City.
Jean, Kitty, and their boyfriends, Scott and Kurt, whom they had been going steady with for a few months, had been given a two-month break by Professor Xavier, their mentor at Xavier's Institute for the Gifted, a school and home for mutants. They had traveled miles from Westchester County to New York City, where, they knew, all the action and adventure in all New York lay. The Professor discouraged them from using their powers during their stay, though, so as not to reveal themselves too openly.
The car presently pulled to a stop in front of the glorious hotel, which towered over numerous other buildings in the area and whose outer walls were of gray, marblish concrete. Scott whistled, peering in through the glass doors to the hotel, which granted a terrific view of its bright main lobby. "This is gonna be a great vacation, all right!
Kurt jumped out of the convertible. "C'mon, let's bring our things and check in!
Assisted by two bellhops, the four got their luggage out of the trunk, and, as a valet drove their car to the parking lot, strolled up the glistening marble steps and into the Waldorf-Astoria lobby.
The main lobby was enormous and circular, with a large oak table in the center and a fresh, decorative plant on top. Elegant peach-colored couches and armchairs around the lobby were occupied by young and old alike, most looking like tourists from other parts of the country. The entire floor was a rich, marble shade, and was illuminated by a great chandelier which shone brightly from the high ceiling. Lush cream-colored carpets lay under the couches and classy floor lamps. The walls were wood-paneled, and lovely glass windows, enclosed by posh white drapes, were set in them, granting a superb view of the lively sidewalks and stores of Manhattan.
To the south was another set of great glass doors, leading to the South lobby, which housed the many elevators and more doors leading to the pools, fitness center, spa, ballrooms, and various restaurants and bars.
The bellhops accompanied Jean and her friends to the registration desk, which was occupied by about five receptionists, each with a small computer in their work area. One of them looked up and smiled warmly as the friends walked up.
"Good afternoon," the young man said cheerfully. "Welcome to the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. You've made reservations, yes?
Jean nodded. "I'm Jean Grey, and these are Kitty Pryde, Scott Summers, and Kurt Wagner. Our friend, Charles Xavier, has booked an Astor Suite for us on the 26th floor.
The receptionist flipped through a logbook, entered a few things into his computer, and looked up at Jean. "Yes, your room's ready for occupation, miss Grey. The bellhops will carry your bags and escort your group to your room," he said. He handed Jean and her friends their key-cards, which enabled them to access their suite. "I hope you and your friends enjoy your stay." He smiled at them, then his blue eyes returned to and remained on Jean, a small spark of admiration evident in them.
"Thank you," said Jean, smiling. She and the rest turned towards the elevators, the bellhops walking along in their wake.
Scott grinned playfully at Jean. "Looks like that receptionist has his eye on you.
Jean laughed. "Well, I already have my eye on someone else."
She took Scott's hand and kept it locked in hers as they approached the elevator. The doors opened smoothly, and they all filed in. As the bellhop punched in their floor on the number pad, Kurt spoke.
"It sure was great of the Professor to reserve such a nice room for us," he said appreciatively. "We get a great east-side city view from where we're staying, don't we?" His eyes sparkled with excitement.
"That's right," said Jean. "We'll be able to see lots of other buildings from our suite, like the great St. Patrick's Cathedral, and the famous Radio City Music Hall.
"Sounds romantic," chimed Kitty, glancing at Kurt. The two of them grinned at each other, then punched each other playfully, giggling and snorting.
The elevator reached the twenty-sixth floor. As the doors slid open, the group caught sight of two tall, slender girls waiting by the elevator, elegantly clad in pastel-colored Prada dresses and Manolo Blahnik pumps, carrying almost-identical Kate Spade clutches. Numerous shining jewels adorned their ears, neck, and arms. They were obviously very wealthy.
One of them had beautiful blonde hair that reached all the way down to her waist, sparkling green eyes which emanated powerful sparks of energy, and full, red lips. She exuded great self-confidence, her dress accentuating her slim figure. The other was just as beautiful, and slightly shorter than her companion. She looked foreign, with extremely dark, black hair that went down to her shoulders, large, chestnut-colored eyes, and healthily tanned skin. Her lips were an exciting shade of pink. She was wearing a pretty yellow sash around her small waist.
Jean caught Scott staring, awestruck, at the two girls, as they entered the elevator, their heads held high, walking ever-so-confidently. She felt a little uncomfortable because of this, but she couldn't blame him anyway. The girls were very attractive, drawing even more attention with their expensive garments and accessories.
The bellhops bustled out of the elevator, lugging the baggage with them. They could hardly keep their eyes off the two women, Jean noticed. The rest followed, stepping out into a palatial corridor, doors running down it left and right. The corridor was richly decorated, with ecru carpets and white-washed walls. The ceiling was lined with artistic light bulbs, which gave the passageway a stately glow.
"Who are those girls?" said Scott curiously as the girls chattered in the elevator and its doors slid shut. "They look loaded.
"Scott, they are loaded," commented Kurt. "They don't look bad, either," he added, grinning.
Kitty crossed her arms across her chest humorously. "I hope you're not saying you've lost interest in me, Kurt Wagner.
"Of course not," said Kurt, chuckling and grabbing Kitty by the waist, pulling her into a big bear hug. "You're the cutest girl in the world, and you know it.
Jean and Scott looked at each other, then shook their heads, grinning.
They followed the bellhops to their suite, which was just a few feet down the hallway. Jean inserted her key-card into the door's lock, and the door swung open, revealing a spacious living room, with a draped window at the other end looking out on the city. A thick red and black floral carpet ran through the floor, and the walls were of plush, light brown. A pink armchair lay near the entrance door, and across it sat a stylish white loveseat. Leaning against the wall across the door was a large, intricately embroidered pink couch, adorned with cream-colored throw pillows. Before this couch was a small, glass coffee table with gold legs and a ceramic vase with fresh roses. A large potted plant stood smartly beside the window. Lovely paintings glamorized the walls. A set of French doors stood on the west wall, leading to the dining area and bedroom.
"Sweet!" Scott murmured, taking in the beautiful, richly-decorated room as the group stepped in over the threshold. The bellhops proceeded through the French doors to the bedroom to deposit the luggage, then, with a bow, exited the suite.
Kitty and Kurt paced the living room, talking animatedly, then headed to explore the bedroom and bath.
Scott turned towards Jean. "So, how do you like it?" He moved closer to her and swept her in a tight, loving hug.
"I like it a lot," said Jean dreamily, snuggling into Scott's warm arms and smiling up at him. They stayed in each other's arms a while longer, then broke apart and headed through the French doors towards the dining area.
"Wow! Don't you just love this, Jean?" said Scott appreciatively, indicating a classy dining room, with a rectangular oak table with slender black legs, carved and painted to perfection. Matching dining chairs stood around the table. A stylish end table stood across the table, a bright lamp standing on top of it. At the other end of the room was a fabulous wet bar, dozens of wine glasses and sparkling champagne and liquor bottles running along the shelves.
An arched doorway to the right led to a small alcove, which featured a long marble counter running along the walls, with a stove and mini bar set into the gaps between the counter. A microwave and toaster were perched on top of the shiny counter.
"This is elegant," Jean murmurmed, running her hand along the smooth surface of the table. "Talk about luxury dining!
"Well, you can only have the best for the best," joked Scott. "Come on, let's take a look at the bedroom.
"This oughtta be good," grinned Jean. She and Scott paced the length of the living room and went through a Windsor door to the large, lavishly decorated bedroom. There was a spectacular queen-sized, triple-sheeted bed, complete with comforter and pillows. The topmost sheet was intricately embroidered and was a nice, friendly shade of mauve. A pink backless divan lay in front of the bed, and situated before the divan was a black, flat-screened television. Numerous small paintings lined the dainty cream-colored walls. Best of all, a large, glass paned window, accentuated by pretty pink and apple green curtains was situated in the wall opposite the door. The window granted a spectacular view of the east side of busy Manhattan. Myriads of buildings, including the St. Patrick's Cathedral and Radio City Music Hall, were visible through the large window. The view was simply breathtaking.
Scott grinned. "We'll be sure to check out all those places while we're here!" He and Jean then entered the bathroom, where Kitty and Kurt were busy admiring the marble bath.
"This is like the best suite I've ever been in in my life," commented Kitty, her eyes flying around the luxurious marble bathroom, with a bathtub and separate shower stall, walk-in closet with bathrobes and towels, marble sink with perfumed soaps and shampoos resting on the sink counter, and a small cable TV in the corner opposite the bathtub. "Plus, we're in the heart of New York City! I say this is gonna be the most exciting vacation of our lives!
"Who's up for some chow at Oscar's?" offered Jean ecstatically. "Let's fill our stomachs and start our vacation with a bang!
"We're all for it!" exclaimed the rest, and together, they strode out of the marble bathroom, out of the apartment, and into the start of what would be the craziest and most bizarre vacation the X-Men could ever have.
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Author's Notes:
Okay, I used my Mac writing this story, so I have NO idea how to make the spaces between paragraphs work. I'd really appreciate if some of you could give me some help, and, of course, if you could all review this story. Chapter 2 coming soon! :D