Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution, or any other Marvel or WB
property.
Notes: The time frame of this story is early second season, but it's also AU. So, make of it what you will. Eh, it's fan fiction.
More Notes: Okay, so here's my first non-Kurtty fic. Well, it's a little angsty in regards to Kitty and Kurt, at least in this chapter and the next. I have a weird feeling that one of my favorite readers Yuri is going to hate this story. That may give you a clue as to who I'll be pairing Kurt with. Anyhow, I hope that even my Kurttycentric readers still like a story that I write even though it's not a Kurtty. As always, read and, if you feel like it, review. Thanks.
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"I swear to God, Elf! If you don't get out of there, I'm going to phase in there and KILL YOU!" Kitty screamed at the closed door.
Kitty had been standing outside of her bathroom door for at least half an hour now. Kurt had been in there for at least half an hour before she started to stand there. Kitty shifted her weight to her other foot, and continued to stare at the door, annoyed. The bathroom one floor up, the boys' floor, was out of order. It would make sense to most people to use the unoccupied bathroom one floor up from them, and two floors up from Kitty, but it was a matter of principle now. He was in HER bathroom. He had no right to be in there. And no matter how long she waited, or how often she screamed, he kept saying the same thing.
"Just a couple more minutes, Katzchen!" he called out in his teasing, sing- song voice.
"I'm going to kill him." She thought, and then heard the shower stop.
Sighing with relief, Kitty waited for the door to open. And waited. And waited. The door still hadn't opened. Then she heard the sound of a hairdryer. Her hairdryer. Remembering exactly how much hair Kurt had on his body, she slammed her fists on the door again.
"How much longer Kurt?" she screamed, punctuating each word by beating on the door.
"Just a couple more minutes, Katzchen!"
Screaming a couple of indecipherable, yet still obscene, words, she phased through the door. Kurt was sitting in his boxers and an undershirt, blowdrying his feet. He looked up at her with a shocked, yet amused face.
"Katzchen! Vhat if I had been naked?" Kurt asked, his smile growing wider.
"Then I would have seen exactly where to kick you!" Kitty yelled, punching his arm.
"Ouch! Katzchen! Zat hurt!" Kurt yelled.
"Like, so will this!" Kitty said, and continued to punch and kick him.
Kurt fell off of the edge of the bathtub (where he had been sitting) and crawled on the floor towards the door, all the while taking punches and kicks from Kitty. Though she really wasn't really letting loose on him, he still knew that she wasn't exactly holding back. He laughed and yelped his way out of the door, with Kitty giving him a final, swift kick on his backside before slamming the door shut. Kurt sat there on the floor, rubbing his rear end while frowning at the door. Suddenly, a look of fear came over his face as he realized what would happen when she saw the shower, and he took off running on all fours for the stairs up to his room.
Inside the bathroom, Kitty locked the door and leaned up against it. At least the bathroom wasn't a mess. She hated taking showers after other people. Water was always all over the floor, they would leave their dirty clothes all over, and you never knew if they had used YOUR soap. Kitty began to get undressed, making sure that Kurt had left none of his fur on the floor to get all over her clothes. Finding the floor to her approval, she opened the curtain to the tub. Her eyes went about as wide as dinner plates. There was fur covering almost every inch of the tubs bottom.
"KURT!!!!!!" Kitty screamed.
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Kitty walked down the stairs, still feeling as if Kurt's fur was all over her. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do to him, she just knew that it was going to be painful. Best friend or not, she was going to put the "hurt" on him, and bad. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she could see him standing there, with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. Shaking her head, she advanced on him.
"Kurt! You're so dead! You could have at least cleaned up the bathtub after you used it! I mean, that's probably why yours is out of order! I mean, like, you can be such a. . ."
Kurt lifted his head, and she saw the sorrowful and pleading look on his face, and instantly felt bad for yelling at him. Then he brought his hands from behind his back and she saw the wildflowers that he must have just picked for her.
". . .sweetie." Kitty finished, somewhat lamely. She accepted the wildflowers as Kurt began to speak.
"I'm sorry, Kitty. I meant to clean it up, but you kicked me out. Literally. And I didn't mean to make a mess, I just vanted to look nice for mein presentation in European History today. I'm sorry about ze fur."
"Oh, I guess it's okay. You're just lucky that you can be so sweet." Kitty said.
"So, best friends again?" Kurt asked.
"Sure!" Kitty said brightly. It was hard to turn down a morose blue elf.
Kitty made her way towards the kitchen, feeling somewhat better about the morning. Kurt would still pay, she figured. Just not in the "physical pain" way. Kurt fell in step beside her, and the two walked along happily. Kurt was always happy when he was next to Kitty. Well, almost always happy. He sneaked a peek at her, a glance, and then looked away. In his heart, he knew that she'd never have him. Or at least, she'd never want him as anything more than her friend. He tried not to let it show, but it did hurt him. It would hurt anyone to be so close to someone that they care for that much and not be able to be with them. Not that Kitty noticed. Lance was her world, and her world was Lance. Kurt had done his best to accept this, and the results were only so-so.
Kitty sat down at the breakfast table, eating the cold leftovers that the others hadn't eaten. Kurt sat down next to her, and began to munch away. He knew that he should tell her how he felt about her, he just didn't want to ruin their friendship. He knew that nothing would come out of it (except for his broken heart), but he really wanted to tell her just so that he could get it off of his chest. Then he could resign himself for being the "guy friend," the role that she and fate had assigned to him.
"So, Kitty, now zat ver're friends again, I vas vondering. . ." Kurt began.
"What's up?" she asked when he paused.
"Vell, I vas vondering if you vould like to go get somezing to eat tonight? You know, just you and I hanging out or somezing."
"Um. . ." Kitty said.
Kitty suddenly felt very strange, very awkward. She didn't know exactly how to respond to Kurt. What he was asking for sounded a lot more like a date, not just a friendly invite to a dinner. Kurt had flirted with her since her first day at the Xavier Institute. She knew that he had a crush on her at one time, earlier in their friendship. Was it possible that he still did? If so, she cursed her luck, and tried to figure out a way to let the elf down easy.
"Oh, I would Kurt, but I'm going out with Lance tonight." She said.
"There." She thought. "Not the most subtle way to say that I'm not interested, but pretty final."
"Oh. Okay. Vell, I vas just vondering." Kurt said, trying his best not to look completely rejected. He succeeded to the point that Kitty wouldn't know. Anyone else who wasn't wrapped up in their own little world would, however. "So vhat are you and Lance doing tonight?"
Kitty didn't notice the grimace on his face when he uttered Lance's name.
"Um, I think that we're just hanging out downtown. Maybe going to the mall." Kitty said. She hated lying, and promised herself that she'd convince Lance to take her to the mall. That way she wasn't lying.
"Okeydoke. Sounds like a good time. Hope you haff fun." Kurt said, gathering his things as fast as he could.
"Kurt! Wait!" Kitty said.
"Can't vait! I forgot zat I haff to be at school early! See you later." He called over his shoulder.
As he walked out of the mansion and towards the school, he was thankful that Kitty wasn't around to see him wiping his eyes.
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The peaceful sunrise of the morning was breaking over the Brothers of Bayville Boardinghouse. Birds were chirping in the trees, cars were starting to drive down the street. The world was just waking up. So was Lance. Lance had just finished dressing, and was doing his best to comb his hair. Freddy was at the breakfast table, laughing at him, calling him a girl.
"Hahaha! Doesn't Lancey look pretty Todd?" Fred asked.
"Oh yeah, man! Yo! Lance! You look hotta than yo girl!" Todd said.
Lance slammed the comb down on the counter, and then turned around to face Todd and Fred. He looked as if he was about to say something, and then he stopped. Lance smiled an evil smile, and then the ground began to shake. Fred was thrown off-balance and toppled out of his chair. The table flipped over from the tremor and hit him on the head. Todd jumped out of the way to avoid the table, and ended up sticking to the ceiling. Looking down at Lance, he smiled, and then Lance stomped his foot. A crack appeared in the dry wall around Todd, he fell to the ground, and on top of Fred. As suddenly as they had begun, the tremors stopped. Car alarms were going off outside, no doubt started because of the shaking earth. Picking his comb up off of the counter, Lance turned away from his teammates.
"Anything else to say about my grooming habits?" Lance asked.
"Uh, no." Todd said.
"Yeah!" Fred began, smiling again.
Todd slapped his hand over Fred's mouth. "Yo, he's kinda, ya know, dumb. Don't be listening to him. You brush your hair."
Lance turned and walked out of the room. As he passed by the stairs, Pietro suddenly came running down, and then he hid behind Lance. Lance turned to look at him, and then automatically turned back around. Bouncing down the stairs were seven small little balls that looked as if they were made of light.
"Oh damn." Lance said, and threw Pietro off of his back.
Both boys jumped out of the way just seconds before the seven little balls exploded, leaving scorch marks on the walls and at least one small hold in the floor.
"I told you I needed to use the bathroom!" Lance heard Tabby yell.
"Lance, man, we gotta do something about her!" Pietro said, walking up behind Lance and glaring at the top of the stairs. "I mean, this is OUR place, right? We're just letting her live here!"
"Yeah, this is our place. Yeah, we're letting her live here." Lance said, and then turned to face Pietro. "Hey! I have a great idea! Why don't you just go tell her that she has to leave?"
"No way, man!"
"Then quit whining. Just let her use the bathroom. She's a girl. She probably has, ya know, female problems, or something."
"Lance, that chickie has ALL kinds of problems." Pietro said before walking out of the door.
Lance sighed and walked up the stairs. Taking a left at the top of the stairs, he walked to the bathroom door and leaned on it, knocking with the back of his hand.
"Tabby?"
Scuffling sounds could be heard in the bathroom, before the door opened and Lance fell in. Opening his eyes, he saw Tabby wearing only jeans and a bra looking down at him, laughing.
"Hey, cutie! Fancy running into you here!" Tabby said.
"Yeah. Fancy. Just do me a favor and let the guys use the bathroom when they're already in it. If you're gonna live here, we're all gonna have to make some agreements. I think that when Todd's in the shower or Fred's taking a crap, you can wait for five minutes before blowing the door to the bathroom open."
"Well, I guess." Tabby said, watching him stand up.
"Good." Lance said, turning around to leave the bathroom.
Tabby suddenly grabbed his hand, and turned him back around.
"What about when you're in the shower? Can I come in then?" she asked.
"Tabby. . ."
"What?"
Lance pulled his hand out of her grasp.
"Stop."
"What? I just figure that maybe we can save on the water bill if we took some showers together." She said in her playfully flirty way.
"You're going to have to stop coming onto me, Tabby. That's another rule while you live here. I have a girlfriend."
"Who? Kitty Pryde? Don't you mean you have a friend who's a girl and acts like she's twelve years old?" Tabby asked.
"Oh yeah, Tabby. Because you're the model of maturity? Right?" Lance asked, walking away.
Tabby folded her arms in front of her, grumbling to herself.
"As far as that little pre-schooler Kitty is concerned, I am." She mumbled.
Tabby walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she shook her head. She could understand why no one would want her. She knew that she was a lot to put up with. She knew that she was too wild sometimes. But that's just who she was. She liked Kitty, and felt bad for saying mean things about her. She felt even worse about coming onto Lance when she knew that he was taken.
"I'm so lonely sometimes, though." She said softly to herself.
Tabby was a hard girl to understand. She'd had feelings for Lance for at least two months now, and anytime she had even just tried to simply be nice to him, she had ended up coming onto him pretty hard. She didn't mean to, at least not all of the time. She was just tired of being lonely. She was constantly in the company of boys, so it made sense that some of the attitude had rubbed off on her. They were just more fun than girls were. Looking at herself in that mirror, she found herself wishing that she were prettier. She found herself wishing that she were somewhat tamer. She found herself wishing that she were more feminine. Most of all, however, she found herself wishing that she didn't feel so lonely all of the time.
"Maybe if I had someone in my life, I wouldn't constantly try to get attention from Lance and every other guy I know. I'm sure Lance would love to get me out of his hair." She thought to herself, putting her shirt on and walking out of the bathroom to go to school.
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Okay, so there's a somewhat short first chapter. Hope everyone liked it. Yuri, I hope you don't hate me for the direction that this is going in. I like having Russian readers (I'd made a smiley face here for you, Yuri, but I know FF.net won't format it right when I post this story). I'll have the next chapter up soon. I'm close to beating Kingdom Hearts, and my girlfriend just bought me X-Men: Next Dimension for my PS2, so I have some other stuff keeping me busy right now. I should have the next chapter up soon, though. Promise.
Later.
Notes: The time frame of this story is early second season, but it's also AU. So, make of it what you will. Eh, it's fan fiction.
More Notes: Okay, so here's my first non-Kurtty fic. Well, it's a little angsty in regards to Kitty and Kurt, at least in this chapter and the next. I have a weird feeling that one of my favorite readers Yuri is going to hate this story. That may give you a clue as to who I'll be pairing Kurt with. Anyhow, I hope that even my Kurttycentric readers still like a story that I write even though it's not a Kurtty. As always, read and, if you feel like it, review. Thanks.
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"I swear to God, Elf! If you don't get out of there, I'm going to phase in there and KILL YOU!" Kitty screamed at the closed door.
Kitty had been standing outside of her bathroom door for at least half an hour now. Kurt had been in there for at least half an hour before she started to stand there. Kitty shifted her weight to her other foot, and continued to stare at the door, annoyed. The bathroom one floor up, the boys' floor, was out of order. It would make sense to most people to use the unoccupied bathroom one floor up from them, and two floors up from Kitty, but it was a matter of principle now. He was in HER bathroom. He had no right to be in there. And no matter how long she waited, or how often she screamed, he kept saying the same thing.
"Just a couple more minutes, Katzchen!" he called out in his teasing, sing- song voice.
"I'm going to kill him." She thought, and then heard the shower stop.
Sighing with relief, Kitty waited for the door to open. And waited. And waited. The door still hadn't opened. Then she heard the sound of a hairdryer. Her hairdryer. Remembering exactly how much hair Kurt had on his body, she slammed her fists on the door again.
"How much longer Kurt?" she screamed, punctuating each word by beating on the door.
"Just a couple more minutes, Katzchen!"
Screaming a couple of indecipherable, yet still obscene, words, she phased through the door. Kurt was sitting in his boxers and an undershirt, blowdrying his feet. He looked up at her with a shocked, yet amused face.
"Katzchen! Vhat if I had been naked?" Kurt asked, his smile growing wider.
"Then I would have seen exactly where to kick you!" Kitty yelled, punching his arm.
"Ouch! Katzchen! Zat hurt!" Kurt yelled.
"Like, so will this!" Kitty said, and continued to punch and kick him.
Kurt fell off of the edge of the bathtub (where he had been sitting) and crawled on the floor towards the door, all the while taking punches and kicks from Kitty. Though she really wasn't really letting loose on him, he still knew that she wasn't exactly holding back. He laughed and yelped his way out of the door, with Kitty giving him a final, swift kick on his backside before slamming the door shut. Kurt sat there on the floor, rubbing his rear end while frowning at the door. Suddenly, a look of fear came over his face as he realized what would happen when she saw the shower, and he took off running on all fours for the stairs up to his room.
Inside the bathroom, Kitty locked the door and leaned up against it. At least the bathroom wasn't a mess. She hated taking showers after other people. Water was always all over the floor, they would leave their dirty clothes all over, and you never knew if they had used YOUR soap. Kitty began to get undressed, making sure that Kurt had left none of his fur on the floor to get all over her clothes. Finding the floor to her approval, she opened the curtain to the tub. Her eyes went about as wide as dinner plates. There was fur covering almost every inch of the tubs bottom.
"KURT!!!!!!" Kitty screamed.
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Kitty walked down the stairs, still feeling as if Kurt's fur was all over her. She didn't know exactly what she was going to do to him, she just knew that it was going to be painful. Best friend or not, she was going to put the "hurt" on him, and bad. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, she could see him standing there, with his head bowed and his hands behind his back. Shaking her head, she advanced on him.
"Kurt! You're so dead! You could have at least cleaned up the bathtub after you used it! I mean, that's probably why yours is out of order! I mean, like, you can be such a. . ."
Kurt lifted his head, and she saw the sorrowful and pleading look on his face, and instantly felt bad for yelling at him. Then he brought his hands from behind his back and she saw the wildflowers that he must have just picked for her.
". . .sweetie." Kitty finished, somewhat lamely. She accepted the wildflowers as Kurt began to speak.
"I'm sorry, Kitty. I meant to clean it up, but you kicked me out. Literally. And I didn't mean to make a mess, I just vanted to look nice for mein presentation in European History today. I'm sorry about ze fur."
"Oh, I guess it's okay. You're just lucky that you can be so sweet." Kitty said.
"So, best friends again?" Kurt asked.
"Sure!" Kitty said brightly. It was hard to turn down a morose blue elf.
Kitty made her way towards the kitchen, feeling somewhat better about the morning. Kurt would still pay, she figured. Just not in the "physical pain" way. Kurt fell in step beside her, and the two walked along happily. Kurt was always happy when he was next to Kitty. Well, almost always happy. He sneaked a peek at her, a glance, and then looked away. In his heart, he knew that she'd never have him. Or at least, she'd never want him as anything more than her friend. He tried not to let it show, but it did hurt him. It would hurt anyone to be so close to someone that they care for that much and not be able to be with them. Not that Kitty noticed. Lance was her world, and her world was Lance. Kurt had done his best to accept this, and the results were only so-so.
Kitty sat down at the breakfast table, eating the cold leftovers that the others hadn't eaten. Kurt sat down next to her, and began to munch away. He knew that he should tell her how he felt about her, he just didn't want to ruin their friendship. He knew that nothing would come out of it (except for his broken heart), but he really wanted to tell her just so that he could get it off of his chest. Then he could resign himself for being the "guy friend," the role that she and fate had assigned to him.
"So, Kitty, now zat ver're friends again, I vas vondering. . ." Kurt began.
"What's up?" she asked when he paused.
"Vell, I vas vondering if you vould like to go get somezing to eat tonight? You know, just you and I hanging out or somezing."
"Um. . ." Kitty said.
Kitty suddenly felt very strange, very awkward. She didn't know exactly how to respond to Kurt. What he was asking for sounded a lot more like a date, not just a friendly invite to a dinner. Kurt had flirted with her since her first day at the Xavier Institute. She knew that he had a crush on her at one time, earlier in their friendship. Was it possible that he still did? If so, she cursed her luck, and tried to figure out a way to let the elf down easy.
"Oh, I would Kurt, but I'm going out with Lance tonight." She said.
"There." She thought. "Not the most subtle way to say that I'm not interested, but pretty final."
"Oh. Okay. Vell, I vas just vondering." Kurt said, trying his best not to look completely rejected. He succeeded to the point that Kitty wouldn't know. Anyone else who wasn't wrapped up in their own little world would, however. "So vhat are you and Lance doing tonight?"
Kitty didn't notice the grimace on his face when he uttered Lance's name.
"Um, I think that we're just hanging out downtown. Maybe going to the mall." Kitty said. She hated lying, and promised herself that she'd convince Lance to take her to the mall. That way she wasn't lying.
"Okeydoke. Sounds like a good time. Hope you haff fun." Kurt said, gathering his things as fast as he could.
"Kurt! Wait!" Kitty said.
"Can't vait! I forgot zat I haff to be at school early! See you later." He called over his shoulder.
As he walked out of the mansion and towards the school, he was thankful that Kitty wasn't around to see him wiping his eyes.
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The peaceful sunrise of the morning was breaking over the Brothers of Bayville Boardinghouse. Birds were chirping in the trees, cars were starting to drive down the street. The world was just waking up. So was Lance. Lance had just finished dressing, and was doing his best to comb his hair. Freddy was at the breakfast table, laughing at him, calling him a girl.
"Hahaha! Doesn't Lancey look pretty Todd?" Fred asked.
"Oh yeah, man! Yo! Lance! You look hotta than yo girl!" Todd said.
Lance slammed the comb down on the counter, and then turned around to face Todd and Fred. He looked as if he was about to say something, and then he stopped. Lance smiled an evil smile, and then the ground began to shake. Fred was thrown off-balance and toppled out of his chair. The table flipped over from the tremor and hit him on the head. Todd jumped out of the way to avoid the table, and ended up sticking to the ceiling. Looking down at Lance, he smiled, and then Lance stomped his foot. A crack appeared in the dry wall around Todd, he fell to the ground, and on top of Fred. As suddenly as they had begun, the tremors stopped. Car alarms were going off outside, no doubt started because of the shaking earth. Picking his comb up off of the counter, Lance turned away from his teammates.
"Anything else to say about my grooming habits?" Lance asked.
"Uh, no." Todd said.
"Yeah!" Fred began, smiling again.
Todd slapped his hand over Fred's mouth. "Yo, he's kinda, ya know, dumb. Don't be listening to him. You brush your hair."
Lance turned and walked out of the room. As he passed by the stairs, Pietro suddenly came running down, and then he hid behind Lance. Lance turned to look at him, and then automatically turned back around. Bouncing down the stairs were seven small little balls that looked as if they were made of light.
"Oh damn." Lance said, and threw Pietro off of his back.
Both boys jumped out of the way just seconds before the seven little balls exploded, leaving scorch marks on the walls and at least one small hold in the floor.
"I told you I needed to use the bathroom!" Lance heard Tabby yell.
"Lance, man, we gotta do something about her!" Pietro said, walking up behind Lance and glaring at the top of the stairs. "I mean, this is OUR place, right? We're just letting her live here!"
"Yeah, this is our place. Yeah, we're letting her live here." Lance said, and then turned to face Pietro. "Hey! I have a great idea! Why don't you just go tell her that she has to leave?"
"No way, man!"
"Then quit whining. Just let her use the bathroom. She's a girl. She probably has, ya know, female problems, or something."
"Lance, that chickie has ALL kinds of problems." Pietro said before walking out of the door.
Lance sighed and walked up the stairs. Taking a left at the top of the stairs, he walked to the bathroom door and leaned on it, knocking with the back of his hand.
"Tabby?"
Scuffling sounds could be heard in the bathroom, before the door opened and Lance fell in. Opening his eyes, he saw Tabby wearing only jeans and a bra looking down at him, laughing.
"Hey, cutie! Fancy running into you here!" Tabby said.
"Yeah. Fancy. Just do me a favor and let the guys use the bathroom when they're already in it. If you're gonna live here, we're all gonna have to make some agreements. I think that when Todd's in the shower or Fred's taking a crap, you can wait for five minutes before blowing the door to the bathroom open."
"Well, I guess." Tabby said, watching him stand up.
"Good." Lance said, turning around to leave the bathroom.
Tabby suddenly grabbed his hand, and turned him back around.
"What about when you're in the shower? Can I come in then?" she asked.
"Tabby. . ."
"What?"
Lance pulled his hand out of her grasp.
"Stop."
"What? I just figure that maybe we can save on the water bill if we took some showers together." She said in her playfully flirty way.
"You're going to have to stop coming onto me, Tabby. That's another rule while you live here. I have a girlfriend."
"Who? Kitty Pryde? Don't you mean you have a friend who's a girl and acts like she's twelve years old?" Tabby asked.
"Oh yeah, Tabby. Because you're the model of maturity? Right?" Lance asked, walking away.
Tabby folded her arms in front of her, grumbling to herself.
"As far as that little pre-schooler Kitty is concerned, I am." She mumbled.
Tabby walked back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Looking at herself in the mirror, she shook her head. She could understand why no one would want her. She knew that she was a lot to put up with. She knew that she was too wild sometimes. But that's just who she was. She liked Kitty, and felt bad for saying mean things about her. She felt even worse about coming onto Lance when she knew that he was taken.
"I'm so lonely sometimes, though." She said softly to herself.
Tabby was a hard girl to understand. She'd had feelings for Lance for at least two months now, and anytime she had even just tried to simply be nice to him, she had ended up coming onto him pretty hard. She didn't mean to, at least not all of the time. She was just tired of being lonely. She was constantly in the company of boys, so it made sense that some of the attitude had rubbed off on her. They were just more fun than girls were. Looking at herself in that mirror, she found herself wishing that she were prettier. She found herself wishing that she were somewhat tamer. She found herself wishing that she were more feminine. Most of all, however, she found herself wishing that she didn't feel so lonely all of the time.
"Maybe if I had someone in my life, I wouldn't constantly try to get attention from Lance and every other guy I know. I'm sure Lance would love to get me out of his hair." She thought to herself, putting her shirt on and walking out of the bathroom to go to school.
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Okay, so there's a somewhat short first chapter. Hope everyone liked it. Yuri, I hope you don't hate me for the direction that this is going in. I like having Russian readers (I'd made a smiley face here for you, Yuri, but I know FF.net won't format it right when I post this story). I'll have the next chapter up soon. I'm close to beating Kingdom Hearts, and my girlfriend just bought me X-Men: Next Dimension for my PS2, so I have some other stuff keeping me busy right now. I should have the next chapter up soon, though. Promise.
Later.