Hey, here's a new one that I thought up in gym class while I watched the hot guys sweat (yes, I'm a 17 year old female w/ many problems). I come up with story ideas in the weirdest places at the weirdest times.
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Chapter 1
"LET'S GO SUMMERS! LET'S GO SUMMERS!" The fans cheers echoed throughout the field as all of Bayville High School cheered on the boy's track and field team for the state championship. Scott Summers was up next for the javelin throw. Jean sat in the top row of the bleachers screaming out her cheers for Scott. She would've also cheered for Duncan, except she wasn't his girlfriend anymore. They hadn't been together since October, and Jean had never been happier. She called out Scott's name again as he walked up to throw his javelin. A crisp afternoon breeze blew threw and lifted her hair off her shoulder and her voice to the wind. Scott looked up from the field when he heard Jean shouting and turned to see her waving ecstatically at him from the stands. Duncan watched from the bench and turned to see Jean as well, but he didn't care about her anymore, and his eyes soon dropped to the brunette three rows down from her. She too was waving at Scott, but her eyes dropped to Duncan and she smiled seductively at him. He returned the smile and looked back out to Scott. Scott bent down and picked up his javelin, walked to the line, and then started to run. When he reached the end he threw the javelin as hard as he could and felt himself take in a sharp breath, and at the same time, so did Jean. This was the throw that, if it landed beyond sixty meters, would win Bayville the state championship. Scott watched the slender, spear-tipped rod fly through the air, and then land at the seventy-meter mark. The stands behind him erupted in screaming and cheers. Scott turned with a broad smile on his face and tears in his eyes. He had done it.
He teammates were rushing toward him and they embraced him and slapped him on the back screaming their cheers and thanking him proudly. He saw the girls field and track running down from the stands and over to them. They enveloped the boys with cheering and praise for Scott. He suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck and pulled him back, it was Taryn, his girlfriend. She turned him around and kissed him. "I'm so proud of you, Scott!" she screamed above the crowd. "I knew you could do it!" she kissed him again, deeply. When they parted, Taryn shouted something and then disappeared. Scott looked up to the bleachers for the familiar flash of red hair among blonde and brown, and saw it. Jean was sitting alone on the top seat of the bleachers dead center, her head in her hands. Scott was still being slapped on the back and congratulated as he began his fight out of the crowd. He made his way slowly to the bench, collected his bag, towel, and water bottle, and then headed for the bleachers. Duncan stopped him halfway there, and held his hand out. The big, bad jock needed something to do once football season was over, and he knew his place on the team, and knew where the congrats was supposed to go.
"Good job, Summers." He said as Scott shook his hand.
"Thanks, that's hard for you to say, huh?"
"Yeah, it is, but you deserve it. You did good this season."
"Thanks, Dunc, you did, too."
"Yeah well, that's just me. I'll see you at The Creamery for the party."
"You, too." Scott called as he restarted his walk to the bleachers. He walked all the way up to the top where Jean was still waiting. She picked her head up to look at him and smiled. "Hey." He said sitting next to her.
"Hey…" she responded softly. Her voice was thrown and somewhat scratchy from shouting. "You did really well, Scott. I knew you would win, but I never expected you to throw that far. That was amazing."
"Thanks. Hey, we're all going to that new ice cream place on Pace, you want to go, I'll share my banana split with you."
"Isn't that Taryn's job?" Jean joked letting her head fall into her hand. A piece of hair fell into her eyes and she blew it away.
"You're funny." Scott teased in return. "But Taryn hasn't been eating too much lately. She's complaining that she's fat again; and no matter how hard I try to convince her that she's as skinny as a rail, she doesn't listen. So I just don't care anymore. In fact I think our relationship is just about over anyway."
"Scott, I don't know…"
"Come on, how can I celebrate my victory if the person who helped me so much to achieve it isn't there to celebrate with me? Jean, I have you to thank for giving me the guts to go out for track and field. Without you, this wouldn't have been possible. So what do you say, share with me?" Scott stood up and offering his hand to her. Jean gave in and offered him a defeated smile and took his hand. Scott laced their fingers together as they walked down the bleachers and pulled her close. "Thanks for cheering me on."
"You're welcome." She whispered.
The Creamery was an old fashioned fifties ice cream parlor with interior design and menu choices to match. Black and white tile floor, and a juke box in the far corner filled with old and new music. A burger bar in the front and all around were go-go booths with red leather and black lining. Scott sat down in one and Jean opposite him. He handed her a menu from the rack on the table then looked over his shoulder at the dozen other booths filled with students from Bayville and his teammates.
"Don't you think you should be sitting with them?" Jean asked over the edge of her menu.
"No, I invited you, and that means I'm going to sit with you."
"Hey, Scott!" Taryn called as she walked over. She sat down next to Scott. "Hey, Jean. Where were you?"
"I was just walking around and ran into Jean, I thought it would be nice to invite her."
"Oh, ok. Well, I'm going to go sit back over there with Duncan and his crew, he invited me, too, so you guys enjoy. I just wanted to clear that with you, Scott." Taryn kissed him and then said goodbye once more before departing. Scott rolled his eyes, but Jean couldn't tell.
"Sometimes I can't stand her." He whispered over his menu. "So what do you want?"
"I thought you said you were going to share a banana split with me?"
"Yes, I did say that, didn't I?" Jean nodded. "Then I'll go and order us one. You want anything else?" Scott asked as he stood.
"How about we share a float as well?"
"Root beer and vanilla bean ice cream?"
"You got it, Scottie boy." Jean said with a smirk. Scott returned the smirk and nodded to her.
"Coming up, Jeannie." Jean broke down in laughter at hearing her old nickname. While Scott was off getting their order Jean let herself get lost in thought. An old Celine Dion song was playing on the jukebox. She had always been one of Jean's favorite singers. She shut her eyes and let herself fall into a daydream.
Lyin' in m bedThoughts in my head
Visions of you
But I can't get through the night
So I pick up the phone
I know you're home
You're playin' with my heart
And you know that it just ain't right
It's just a game of love, love, love
And even though it's hard baby
I can never give you up
You're the one I'm dreamin' of
I can't live without your love
Tonight
And it's you that I adore
You're the one that I live for
Inside
Of you, I'm dreamin' of you
So I got in the car
But I didn't get far
'Cause the radio played
Every song that I sang with you
Yesterday's gone
And it may be true
But you know that
I'll never get over you
It's just a game of love, love, love
And even though it hurts me baby
I can never give you up
'Cause you're the one I'm dreamin' of
I can't live without your love
Tonight
And it's you that I adore
You're the one that I live for
Inside
Of you, I'm dreamin' of you
You, you gave me love
Love gave us hope and strength
To carry on and
You, you gave me faith
When I was fallin' down
You would pick me up, my love
You're the one I'm dreamin' of
I can't live without your love
Tonight
As the song ended Jean let the last of her daydream fade away with the notes of the music. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Scott sitting across from her. She leapt suddenly and felt her hand slam over her heart.
"Scott! How long have you been sitting there?"
"You have a really beautiful singing voice, Jean."
Jean felt her cheeks flush and the blush creep up her face. "Hey, relax. I was just trying to compliment you." Jean didn't say anything and her blush only turned redder.
"I had a really good time, Scott." Jean said later that afternoon close to dusk when they had retuned to the institute. They were sitting on a stone bench by the lake watching the sunset.
"I'm glad, and I'm glad I invited you. You're fun to hang out with."
"Yeah, me too." Jean said softly. She let her head drop over to her shoulder to look at him. She smiled and Scott did too. "You look absolutely handsome in this light, Scott." Jean whispered as she reached up to play with his hair.
"You look stunning too." Scott stroked her cheek and let his hand cup her jaw. He watched her as her smile slowly melted away and her hand also cupped his jaw. She let her eyes close and began to lean up. Scott felt the surge in his veins and the heat that followed as he leaned down towards Jean. He closed the space between them, his hand slowly sliding to the back her head his fingers running through her long, red hair that fell free down her back. Jean let her arm wrap around his neck to keep her balance and her hand play with his hair. She smiled against his mouth as their kiss continued. Her smile didn't fade even as they parted. Scott looked at her with the same expression as he brushed a piece of hair out of her eyes.
"Ready to go inside?" Scott whispered. Jean nodded her head sleepily as she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Come on." Scott said as he sat up and took her hand. Jean let out a grunt of protest as Scott pulled her to her feet and slipped his arm across her shoulders. They walked back to the mansion with their bodies pressed closed together and silent smiles on their faces.
A/N: HI! I hope you all enjoyed thoroughly. PLEASE REVIEW!