Marshmallows + Fire + Disco = This Story
Disclaimer: Everyone except Omni and Shea and Nick are Marvel's. Oh, and Eponine's mine too. Well, me actually, but that won't matter in this chapter. Shea belongs to my friend, Thistle of Scotland.
Author's Note: The titles of the chapters imply where I was when I wrote them and what was happening.
Damage was bored. The mansion was empty; everyone had gone to the movies, or the mall, or, in the case of Scott and Jean, were playing mini- golf. Damage, however, was broke, and therefore had no means by which to acquire entertainment.
Naturally, they raided the kitchen. Finding several gallons of ice cream and many bags of marshmallows improved their mood. Bobby Drake jumping out of the jumbo-sized refrigerator reduced it immediately. Doing their best to ignore their Popsicle problems, Damage marched into the living room, Icecube tag-a-long in tow. There, Shea, with her ever-handy powers, started a nice fire. Spoons and extra fire pokers were passed around and soon everyone was busy stuffed themselves with gallon upon gallon of Starbucks coffee ice cream and roasted 'BIG-PUFF!' marshmallows.
"Hmmmmm..." Remy said after his second gallon and sixteenth marshmallow.
"Drake, you DO realize you aren't supposed to chew on the fire poker, no matter how much you freeze it, DON'T you?" Nick said asked Iceman, who had consumed an almighty number of SIX gallons and FOURTYSEVEN marshmallows.
"I live marshmallows..." Bobby replied giddily.
"Too much sugar for the Icecube," Kurt said, rubbing his somewhat bulging stomach.
"It's fun to stay at the
YYYYMCAAA!" Devon sang loudly.
The rest of the mutants stared at her blankly. Devon looked back and cracked up for apparently no reason.
"Oh noooo..." Shea moaned.
"Woohoo! We! Are! Family!" the younger girl screamed and Pietro-ran out of the room.
*Ummmm. Maybe someone should go get her. * Jono suggested. They all looked at Nick.
"What?!? Why're you all looking at me?!?" Nick asked, throwing up his hands defensively.
"Well... You ARE her boyfriend..." Peter said apologetically.
"But...But..."
Luckily, Devon teleported in, whispered something into Kurt's ear, and they both teleported back out.
"What was dat-" Remy started.
Suddenly, the mansion was filled with the terrifying sounds of disco music. As Damage and the Popsicle exchanged terrified looks, Kurt and Devon came sliding, literally sliding, into the living room, singing,
"Ceeeeelebrate good times,
Come on!
Ceeeelebrate good times,
Woohoo!"
Devon and Kurt proceeded to dance. However, neither COULD dance. At all.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" Peter, Jono, Shea, Remy, Nick, and Bobby screamed, and ran.
~*~ Stupid, stupid fic... Aw, but Omni needs some fun, she just found out she's a clone! More fun with Damage coming up!
Disclaimer: Everyone except Omni and Shea and Nick are Marvel's. Oh, and Eponine's mine too. Well, me actually, but that won't matter in this chapter. Shea belongs to my friend, Thistle of Scotland.
Author's Note: The titles of the chapters imply where I was when I wrote them and what was happening.
Damage was bored. The mansion was empty; everyone had gone to the movies, or the mall, or, in the case of Scott and Jean, were playing mini- golf. Damage, however, was broke, and therefore had no means by which to acquire entertainment.
Naturally, they raided the kitchen. Finding several gallons of ice cream and many bags of marshmallows improved their mood. Bobby Drake jumping out of the jumbo-sized refrigerator reduced it immediately. Doing their best to ignore their Popsicle problems, Damage marched into the living room, Icecube tag-a-long in tow. There, Shea, with her ever-handy powers, started a nice fire. Spoons and extra fire pokers were passed around and soon everyone was busy stuffed themselves with gallon upon gallon of Starbucks coffee ice cream and roasted 'BIG-PUFF!' marshmallows.
"Hmmmmm..." Remy said after his second gallon and sixteenth marshmallow.
"Drake, you DO realize you aren't supposed to chew on the fire poker, no matter how much you freeze it, DON'T you?" Nick said asked Iceman, who had consumed an almighty number of SIX gallons and FOURTYSEVEN marshmallows.
"I live marshmallows..." Bobby replied giddily.
"Too much sugar for the Icecube," Kurt said, rubbing his somewhat bulging stomach.
"It's fun to stay at the
YYYYMCAAA!" Devon sang loudly.
The rest of the mutants stared at her blankly. Devon looked back and cracked up for apparently no reason.
"Oh noooo..." Shea moaned.
"Woohoo! We! Are! Family!" the younger girl screamed and Pietro-ran out of the room.
*Ummmm. Maybe someone should go get her. * Jono suggested. They all looked at Nick.
"What?!? Why're you all looking at me?!?" Nick asked, throwing up his hands defensively.
"Well... You ARE her boyfriend..." Peter said apologetically.
"But...But..."
Luckily, Devon teleported in, whispered something into Kurt's ear, and they both teleported back out.
"What was dat-" Remy started.
Suddenly, the mansion was filled with the terrifying sounds of disco music. As Damage and the Popsicle exchanged terrified looks, Kurt and Devon came sliding, literally sliding, into the living room, singing,
"Ceeeeelebrate good times,
Come on!
Ceeeelebrate good times,
Woohoo!"
Devon and Kurt proceeded to dance. However, neither COULD dance. At all.
"AAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" Peter, Jono, Shea, Remy, Nick, and Bobby screamed, and ran.
~*~ Stupid, stupid fic... Aw, but Omni needs some fun, she just found out she's a clone! More fun with Damage coming up!