Author's Note: Just so everyone knows, this is not my one-shot. My friend wrote it but since she's not allowed to use this site I am posting it for her. Lol
The love of a mutant and a non-mutant…………..
Sometimes it doesn't work out………………….
"I hate you! You don't even know my hair color!" Courtney screamed.
"Come on hon, I said brown!" Wolverine protested, peeking out from behind a chair.
"Exactly! You said brown! Not DARK brown! Courtney threw a vase at Wolverine that he just barely escaped before running out and locking her in.
"Still at it?" A wise voice asked Wolverine from behind.
"Xavier." Wolverine sighed deeply. "What's her problem? She's acting like she wants to kill me and anything that crosses her path."
"There's a trait I've heard of." Xavier replied. "Stronger among women then girl mutants. It's called………….ah………oh yes. PMS. I believe the emotion is caused by an action that enables childbirth. It works like this…"
"Spare me the details." Wolverine stated. "How do ya cure this……PMS?"
"Giver her two trays of brownies."
All of a sudden Courtney's fist punched through the door.
"And fast!"