Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Called Molly Callum in 'fics.)
and any original characters/background characters that might pop up from time to time.

AN: Okay, I revised the story a bit. Added more descriptions and fixed some things. I'll only be doing this for the first story, since it's the first and did need some tweaking. Hope it's better now. Please don't forget to review!


It was a nice sunny day at the Institute. Spring had arrived and with that, a new student.

"I hope you will find the arrangements comfortable," Xavier smiled at his newest pupil. Her name was Molly Callum.
She smiled back, "Yeah, thanks." Molly looked around nervously. Her small but curvy body stood in an eternal slouch in the foyer as she played nervously with her short hair. She never did have great posture, in part from being top heavy and late nights spent slumped over the computer. Her red shirt with the yellow trim on the collar and bottom of the shirt had been cleaned and ironed, as had the blue jeans she was wearing. Maybe she should've chosen something fancier for her first day, like a dress or a blouse. Then again, it was not her attire that was bothering her. She was self-conscious.

'What am I even doing here? I'll never fit in,' She thought to herself. "Something troubling you?" Xavier asked the small brunette. "Um, it's nothing. I guess I'm a little nervous," She answered. "There's nothing to be nervous about, I can assure you. Everyone here is really quite nice.
I'm sure you'll fit in fine," Xavier smiled.

Molly did not answer that, instead continuing to stare at the floor. She looked up again at the sound of a noise. People talking. _Guys_ talking.

Through the hallway she saw two older boys. Well, around her age at least. One tall and lithe, the other much taller and muscular then the first. Molly was not sure wether to smile delightedly or feel intimidated.
It wasn't that she was scared of men. Not necessarily. She just hadn't had a lot of experience with them.
Molly wasn't the talkative sort, and the boys usually didn't talk to her first. Now that she was at this mutant school, perhaphs there would be more opprotunities to develop her social skills. Or at least try and get a guy to talk to her.

"Ah. Remy, Piotr, come over and meet our newest student," Xavier said enthusiastically. Molly tensed up and her brown eyes widened. She had to _meet_ them? Those guys? Well, better just get it over with.

"Hey Petite. I'm Remy. This is Peter. He doesn't say much," The lithe brunette said.

"I do so. I prefer to be called Piotr, but if that is too difficult you may call me Peter," The muscular looking young man said in a deep, strong voice.

"Um, that's okay. I'm really quiet t-too. I'm M-Molly," Molly stuttered, though inwardly she groaned. What was up with that one guy calling her short? (Even if it was true.) "Molly, Remy and Piotr are near your age," Xavier said gently, "I'm sure you could use a hand with your luggage?"

"Oh no-um, I mean...yeah, okay. Thanks,"She stammered again.

The boys each took a couple suitcases and headed up stairs. "So how old are you?" Remy asked.

"Um, eighteen. You guys?" Molly said.

"We're nineteen. You look much younger," Remy said.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Molly felt a little annoyed.

Molly looked around. Everything was grand and spacious, "This place is really nice. I just hope I don't break anything," She smiled, trying to make conversation.

"Naw, you won't. So where are you from?" Remy said.
"Nevada. Um, Elko Nevada," Molly answered. They walked in silence until they reached her room. When she opened the door Molly looked surprised. "Woah! Fancy!"

"The Professor can afford for us to live comfortably," Piotr spoke up suddenly.

"Uh-huh.-I get a stereo?" Molly smiled, running over to check it out. The guys put down her suitcases. "Well, if there's anything you need we're just down the hall in the mens wing. I've got a jazz poster on my door and Peter's just next door on the right," Remy said. "Great. So, uh, where's the kitchen?" Molly asked. "Downstairs, right side. It's a big swinging door. Can't miss it," Remy explained.

The two young men left Molly to get settled in.

XxXxX

"You did not flirt with her as you usually do. Why is this?" Piotr asked Remy curiously.

Remy rubbed his neck, "She's nice, she's cute, but she isn't really my type."

"You have a type?" Piotr raised an eyebrow.

"Yes!" Remy said defensively.

"What is it then?" Piotr asked.

"Nice hair," Remy said.

"She had nice hair," Piotr answered.

"Curvy," Remy smirked.

"She...was," Piotr blushed.

"...Tall?" Remy said weakly, seeing he wasn't winning this argument.

"What is the real reason you do not like her?" Piotr asked.

"Well she looks pretty young even if she is eighteen. I don't know. I guess Molly strikes me as the sisterly type. Kind of like Kitty," Remy answered.

"All right. I will let it go. For now," Piotr smiled in a very un Piotr like way.

XxXxX

Molly unpacked and walked out of her room, planning on going to the kitchen. The moment she came out of her room, a girl in pink with a pony tail ran right _through_ her. "AHH!" Molly yelped.

She wasn't sure what happened. She felt herself, patting her head, shoulders and legs, then looking over at Pony Tail Girl.

"Oh, sorry!" The girl ran off in a hurry. Molly shrugged, feeling weirded out but otherwise fine, making her way down to the kitchen.

When she opened the swinging door she was in for another surprise.

"AHHHH!" Molly screamed, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!" She clamped her hands over her mouth.

She didn't know what that thing was standing in front of her, but she was certain she hadn't seen anything freakier looking in her life. It was blue with a tail and black hair. It looked human, but not entirely.

"Shh! It's okay," It-he-said. He tapped a button on his watch and suddenly he looked normal. "Is that better?"

Molly nodded. "Uh, hi there...?"

"I'm Kurt," He smiled.

"Oh, uh, I'm Molly. Sorry I s-screamed. I wasn't expecting...I mean...you looked so different before. I guess I shouldn't get so upset. I turn into a bunny.
That's really _not_ normal. Sorry Kurt," She looked embarrassed.

"It's the usual reaction I get when people see me. You want me to leave the watch on?" He asked.

"N-no. That's not a good way to make friends here. You deserve to be yourself around me. We're both mutants. It wouldn't be v-very fair," Molly said, nervously anticipating seeing his real self again.

"Alright, but if you're going to argue fairness I should warn you that I already ate the last chocolate cupcake," Kurt turned off the image inducer.
Molly looked him over again. He really wasn't that scary now that she knew what to expect. He was actually kind of cute, reminding her of a funny looking stuffed animal with his blue fur, pointy ears and tail. Molly smiled back, giggling. "You're funny. So, um, I'm a little hungry. What is there to eat around here?" Kurt took her over to the fridge and she got a snack. They sat at the table and started talking a little. The conversation flowed nicely and to her surprise, Kurt got her to come out of her shell a little.

A little while later a guy with glasses and a red headed girl came into the room holding hands. They introduced themselves to Molly as Scott and Jean. Molly felt a twinge of envy when she saw them hanging all over each other. Scott was obviously a good looking guy. The kind Molly would probably like if he were available-clean cut, tall, high cheekbones, deep voice. Dependable looking and trustworthy.

Then there was that Jean girl. Nice enough, but _sickeningly_ beautiful. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her.
She looked like a model with those green eyes and that long red hair that didn't frizz. No wonder Scott chose her.
The couple each got a bottle of water and left.

"Sorry that Scott is taken," Kurt frowned.

"What? He's cute but I know taken means taken. They seemed really in love.
I'm just jealous because I've, um, never had a boyfriend," Molly looked embarrassed.

"Really? But You're so pretty," Kurt looked surprised.

"Aw, thanks. That's a nice thing to say," Molly smiled. Suddenly Remy walked into the room. He got a soda out of the fridge. "What are y'all talking about?" He walked over to the table with a smile.

"Oh, stuff," Molly looked at the floor as the realization came across Kurt's face and he smiled.

"Well, I'll just leave you to talk about 'stuff' then," Remy chuckled lightly as he left the room.

"Ah, so that's who you like," Kurt smirked.

Molly blushed a little. "Remy? We just met. Sure, he's cute...and nice...and he's got really buff arms..." Molly trailed off.

"Okay! Spare me the details, please! You should ask him out if you really like him," Kurt said.

"Ha! Right. He wouldn't go for someone like me. I'm probably not his type. I'm short, chubby and plain. I don't think Remy goes for plain girls," Molly held her face in one hand, feeling annoyed.

"You don't know unless you try," Kurt replied.

"Thanks, Kurt, but I think he's out of my league," Molly smiled knowingly.