So, some of you might recognize this as chapter 8/9 (whatever) of Prom Night. That's because it was, but now, I have a new plan, an actual plot, and motivation! I couldn't bear to part with this chapter, so now it's a one-shot, all by it's lonesome. I've kept the previous author's notes, because they have sentimental value. Everything in bold before and after the story in quotations is from before. ...I guess that's all. I hope you enjoy. Now, I must get going, because, like the last time I posted this, I'm babysitting. This time, it's eight kids, my three sisters, my brother, triplet boys, a ten or eleven year old girl. Fun, right?
"OMG! I'M SOOO SORRY! THIS SHOULD'VE BEEN OUT WAAAY SOONER, BUT I GOT SO BUSY AND OUR COMPUTER BROKE AND I HAD SOO MUCH GOING ON THAT I DIDN'T HAVE ANY TIME TO WORK ON THIS CHAPTER! AND IT'S TERRIBLY SHORT! I'M SORRY!
Note 2: Thanks oh so much to StormyNightengale! She gave me this song to use and it helped a lot! Thank you! Nd I'm especially sorry to you because I told you it would be out in less than a week and that was, like, two months ago!
Note 3: Hey guess what! I got a job! Kinda. I'm babysitting these kids, but I get paid a hundred dollars for it' so that's awesome. Carter, Drew, and Hadlee say hi! Parker would, too, but she's at softball camp right now.
Note 4: I HATE APOSTROPHES! AND THIS KEYBOARD! I KEEP GETTING THE COMMA AND APOSTROPHE MIXED UP!"
Thanks to: Raven34link, StormyNightengale, and Rogueslove22
Living Room of the Xavier Institute
Ororo sighed as she looked around at the empty room. "They're growing up, Logan," she said, turning to the clawed mutant beside her.
He growled in response.
They looked at each other. He was giving her that look again. That weird look that meant he wanted to say something, but knew he shouldn't. "What is it?" she asked after a minute.
"Nothing," Logan said quickly.
"Logan," she replied, exasperated. "I'm tired of this. What. Is. It?" she asked with a little more force this time.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Ro," Logan said firmly, an indicator that the conversation was over. But Ororo wasn't done.
She stared at him and sang,
"You give me this look that's like laughing,
With liquid in your mouth
Like you're trying to choose between choking,
And spitting it all out.
Like you're trying to fight gravity,
On a planet that insists
That loving is like falling,
And falling is like this.
Feels like reckless driving
When we're talking
It's fun while it lasts,
And it's faster than walking
But no one's gonna sympathize when we crash,
They'll say "You hit what you head for, you get what you ask."
And we'll say "We didn't know' no we didn't even try.
One minute there was road beneath us' and the next, just sky."
I'm sorry I can't help you' I cannot keep you safe
I'm sorry I can't help myself' so don't look at me that way
We can't fight gravity on a planet that insists
That love is like falling, and falling is like
Love is like falling, and falling is like
Love is like falling' and falling is like this
It's like this
It's like this
It's like this"
"Uhhh… I don't get it," Logan said after a minute. He did, in fact, 'get it'. Was he really that obvious?, he wondered as Ororo let out another frustrated sigh.
"You are impossible."
"OKAY, SO THAT ENDING TOTALLY STANK, BUT I FORGOT WHAT I WAS GONNA DO WITH IT. AGAIN, I AM SOOOO SORRY!"
Lots of love (and hopefulness),
Ace