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MY FIRST FIC EVER SO GO EASY ON ME!
Summary: Logan/Jean/Scott Scott/Ororo/Logan Jean/Logan/Ororo... Logan has come back from yet another search for his past. Surprisingly, he finds his feelings for jean disappear, but jean seems to love him more than ever. Even though Jean still loves Logan, Logan finds that he has new feelings for the incredible weather goddess. Then, Scott seems to have fallen for Ororo a long time ago. Will Logan's feelings be returned? What will Jean do in order to get Logan back? What will Scott do to get Ororo? SERIOUS JEAN AND SCOTT BASHING eventually ororo/logan then character death *cough jean and Scott cough*
NOW READ AND ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 1 Snow drifted down on Xavier's School for the gifted. It was almost Christmas and inside, children were running around, enjoying their Christmas holidays. Most of them had gone home to celebrate, but those that had no family to go home to stay in the school. Ororo Munroe a.k.a Storm was watching the kids put up the decorations on the Christmas tree. Her long white hair was tied up and her bright, blue eyes were sparkling happily. A little boy walked towards her, his hands behind his back.
"Hello Arty," Ororo said kindly, smiling.
"Um...Miss. Munroe, I got you a present for you," Arty said shyly, handing her a small little box from behind his back. It was wrapped poorly in light blue wrapping paper. There was more tape the wrapping paper and edges of the wrapping paper poked out from the tape. Even though it was wrapped so poorly, Ororo smiled and quickly opened it. Inside was a little bracelet made with blue and white beads. It didn't look like anything special, but Ororo knew Arty has sent a lot of time making it. Ororo picked it up and put it around her wrist.
"Thanks Arty," Ororo said, hugging him tightly. Releasing him, Arty was smiling from ear to ear, his brown eyes (A/N: does he have brown eyes? I think so, but I'm not sure....) sparkling with happiness.
"Do you really like it, Miss. Munroe?" Arty asked, hoping she would say yes.
"Of course, it beautiful," Ororo replied, smiling and hugging him again. Suddenly, they heard the large, wooden front doors open. Ororo released Arty and telling him to go play with the others, she walked over to the front doors.
Logan's Pov:
I walked through the front doors and into the warmth of the school. I started counting... 5...4...3...2...1...
"LOGAN!!!!!!!!!YOU'RE BACK!!!!!!!!" I heard a familiar voice shout. Rouge ran towards me and jumped on me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.
"I guess you missed me, eh?" I grunted, trying to pry her arm off him. Not that I didn't like Rouge, she's like a daughter to me. But it was getting hard to breath with her hugging me so tight. Finally, she let go of me and I took a deep breath.
"Logan, how come you didn't tell me in your letters when you were going to come back, I thought you were going to miss Christmas," Rouge scolded, " great, I didn't even get you a present." I was just about to say something when Jean appeared.
"Welcome back, Logan," Jean smiled, batting her eyelashes at me. Jean's red hair was tied up, revealing her neck. She was wearing a black tank top (A/N: in this weather?!) and a skirt that reached to her knees. To my surprise, I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel my heart and breathing quicken like it use to. Before I could wonder why I wasn't feeling how I used to in her presence, Ororo walked in.
"Hello Logan," she said, smiling her slow smile.
I felt my heartbeat quicken as I looked at her. She was wearing a white sweater and blue jeans. Her beautiful white hair was tied in a low ponytail and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the light. "Am I falling for Ororo?" I thought, "No, she's just a friend, just a friend," shaking my head, I tried to shake my thoughts of Ororo away.
"Logan, are you alright?"
Startled, I looked up and saw that they were looking at me with concern. I realized I must have looked stupid, just standing there and staring at Ororo.
"Yah, I'm just tired from the trip," I lied. Then I turned my head to look at Jean. Jean was smiling and walked towards me. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me. After a few seconds, I returned the hug but my eyes were still on Ororo. When I was released from the hug, Jean was looking up at me, as if she expected me to kiss (A/N: she is way too full of herself. Ekk!) her. But I just walked past her and up to Ororo.
"So 'Ro, ain't you going to give me a hug too?" I asked, spreading my arms wide open. She raised a white eyebrow at me. "I mean, it is Christmas, and I don't think you got me anything right?" I finished, cocking his head on one side, grinning. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms.
"Please Logan, don't expect everyone to give you a hug just because they forgot to get you a present," she said, "I certainly will not give you a hug because for one thing, you're dirty. Have you taken a bath this month yet? For another thing, you smell like you've gone to the junkyard."
"Well, you would smell like that if you were rushing back to the school. Do you know what happened on the way? While I was driving very fast on one- eyes' motorcycle, and then some dumb driver bumped to me and I fell off! The gas pedal was jammed so it could only be stopped if I took out the keys. The motorcycle dragged me across the road. I was so cold! And then when I finally go back on, I found out that I didn't get you guys a gift for Christmas. So I rushed to a mall to buy you something. I was going to buy you all a box of chocolate but then these women rushed past me and pushed me down. Then they stepped all over me. So I gave up and came back here, that's why I smell so bad," I said quickly, pouting.
"Aw, poor little baby," she said, patting me on the head. Unfortunately, she didn't pat me lightly.
"OW! What was that for!?" I exclaimed, rubbing my head.
"That's for making excuses Logan," she scolded, "no matter what you say, I am NOT going to hug you," and with that, she walked away.
"Stupid women, never could trust them," I muttered, leaving Jean and Rouge staring, mouth dropped open.
Ororo's Pov
I walked out of the room as fast as I could. How could he even think I would hug him just because everyone else did. He's such an arrogant little.....
"But you missed him a lot when he was gone," a little voice in my mind nagged. I started to shake my head. "I was NOT falling for Logan, I mean, he's so full of himself, anyways, he loves Jean," I assured myself. But of course I was lying. I made my way to the kitchen, passing the little kids that were running happily around the mansion. I opened the door to the kitchen and I could smell fresh, baked cookies. Scott was opening the oven and taking the Christmas cookies out.
"Those smell good, Scott," I said, sitting down on the table.
"Thanks, these were sure hard to make," he answered, giving me a huge smile.
"Logan's back," I announced casually. Scott looked up from the cookies.
"Oh really," he said casually too. I looked to see if he got any reaction.
"Don't look at me like that, Ororo. You know that me and Jean broke up already," he said, giving me a stern look. I sighed.
"I know Scott, but I worry about you. I know that it was you that dumped Jean, but you seem so sad lately," I looked worriedly at him. Scott looked at me in the eye for a second and then laughed.
"Don't worry Ororo, I'm fine. Anyways, as you said, it was I that dumped Jean," he assured me, then he picked up a cookie and tossed it to over to me. I quickly changed the winds and the cookie flew right into my hand. Satisfied, I bit into the cookie.
"So how is it?" he asked, eagerly. I tried to bite into the cookie again. It was as hard as a rock!
"Let's just say that they won't break into piece when the kids drop it on the ground," I told him, putting the cookie on the table. Scott gave me a questioning look. Then, I made the winds lift the cookie up and slammed it against a wall. It slammed against wall with a THUMP and dropped on the floor. Scott's eyebrows shot up. He walked over, picked it up and frowned. The cookie didn't even have a crack in it. Scott was about to say something when Jean stormed in angrily.
"How dare Logan just ignore me!?" she exclaimed angrily. Jean saw the cookies and grabbed one.
"Um...I wouldn't eat that if I were you, Jean," Scott warned.
"Well, I want to eat it, so there. There's nothing you can do about," Jean shot back coldly. I shrugged.
"Fine, your funeral," I sighed as Jean bit into the rock hard cookie.
"OWWWW!!!!!" Jean screamed. She threw the cookie on the floor. She ran frantically around the kitchen, trying to find something that would ease the pain. Then, she was running so blindly that she hit the wall. Her forehead hit the wall and she flew back onto the tile floor. Unfortunately, there was a banana peal on the floor and she slipped, her head hitting the counter. Once again, Jean screamed in pain. Her right hand was clutching her jaw and her left hand was trying to cover both her forehead and the back of her head. She looked at Scott and then at me.
"Well!? Aren't you going to help me!??!?!" Jean screamed, tears about to fall. I looked at Scott. Scott shrugged. Jean looked at us in horror. "YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T GOING TO HELP ME!?" she screamed again. I guess I kind of felt sorry for her, so I got up and led her to the washroom. She sniffed and whimpered the whole way. I turned on the washroom light and led her inside, not closing the door. In the corner of my eye, I could see Scott following us. Probably wanting to see what would happen next.
"Jean, take your hand away from you bruises, I need to something on it," I told her softly.
"NO! It's going to hurt!" Jean whimpered pathetically, covering it even more tightly.
"Be a good girl Jean," I coaxed.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I racked my brain, trying to think of some way to coax her hand away. I know!
"Now Jean, if you don't let me heal your little boo boo, then Logan would see. He won't think you're pretty anymore, right?" I said, feeling like I was talking to a 4 year old kid. Jean seemed to think a little while.
"Well, then ok, but be very careful," she replied. Then she slowly removed her hands. When they were removed, my eyes widened. Jean, spotting how I looked, she frowned.
"What's the matter!?" she demanded, then she sensed some of my thoughts, "OH MY GOD! THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY FACE, ISN'T THERE?!?!" Then she turned her head and looked in the mirror. Jean's face twisted in horror. Her forehead had a huge red lump that throbbed (A/N: try to imagine that...ewww.....). The back of her head was starting to bleed, ruining her usual beautiful red hair. Her face had tearstains and red bruises. To make it short, she was REALLY, REALLY ugly. Jean took one look and fainted, falling on the toilet. Fortunately for her, it was closed. I knew that she was my friend, and that I shouldn't laugh at her, but I couldn't help it. I started to laugh hard, I tried to stop but I couldn't. Every time I was about to stop, I took one look at Jean and started to laugh all over again. Soon, Scott joined in my laughter.
Logan's Pov
I walked up the stairs and headed to my room. As I passed Ororo's attic room, I caught her scent. It was a mix of sandalwood, rain and nature. It was such a beautiful scent, and she's such a beautiful woman. Her beautiful hair, her figure...wait! What am I thinking!? I suddenly realized that I was standing in front of the doorway of Ororo's room. The wooden stairs leading to it seemed so tempting. No! I can't go up to her room! I mean, she's not even there. I quickly walked away from the doorway and entered my room, which was ironically, next to Ororo's.
I closed the door and dumped my stuff on the bed. My room was just like it use to be...messy. I guess no one dared to come in. I grinned, I'm not called the Wolverine for nothing. I laughed at the thought of all the kids scared to even touch the door of my room. Scared that I would slice them with my claws. Then my stomach grumbled. That meant either I was hungry or I had some kind of disease. I stuck with the hungry idea because it was impossible that I had a disease. My healing factor prevented that. I changed by clothes, partly because of the state of them and partly because of what Ororo said. STOP! There I go again, thinking about HER. I shook my and quickly went down the stairs into the large living room...if you can call it that. This is a school after all. I looked in there and saw that Ororo was inside. She was sitting on the coach. On her lap was a little boy.
"So what did you get for my Christmas present?" the boy asked, giggling as Ororo tickled him.
"You want me to tell you Arty?" she asked. Arty nodded eagerly.
"Well...I'm not going to tell you! You'll just have to find out in 3 days on Christmas," Ororo exclaimed laughing. Arty pouted.
"Don't you give that face Mr. Doranto (A/N: sorry, didn't know his last name, so made one up, lol)," Ororo ordered, trying to sound commanding and angry, but failing miserably. Arty pouted again, then a, mischievous look crossed his face.
"Don't you dare," Ororo warned. Arty's smile just grew wider and he began to tickle her.
"No, stop, please," Ororo managed to choke out. She was squirming and wiggling around, trying to get Arty to stop tickling her.
While all this was happening, I was standing there, just watching. Ororo's hair was released from her hair band, causing the long hair to fall down her shoulders. It caressed her face as she squirmed and laughed. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with laughter. She was so...so...beautiful. Her beauty wasn't like any other women's. Other women's beauty was different, they usually put on tons of makeup to hide their real features. But Ororo's face didn't have a hint of makeup besides a tiny amount of lip-gloss on her lips. No, her beauty was different. It was more...natural and more exotic. I don't know how long I stood there, but I found myself not able to tear my eyes away from her. Was I following in love for Ororo? It couldn't be, I mean, she's not my type. I AM NOT FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER.
"I'm not!" I shouted.
Hearing my voice, Ororo and Arty suddenly stopped. They turned around and saw me standing there.
To be continued...........
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WOW! That was a HUGE chapter! Well actually, they were suppose to be separate, but then I decided my chapter was too short. So anyway, REVIEW! I love those things! This is my first ever fanfic, so if there's anything wrong with it, tell me! I want to know if I didn't anything wrong!
MY FIRST FIC EVER SO GO EASY ON ME!
Summary: Logan/Jean/Scott Scott/Ororo/Logan Jean/Logan/Ororo... Logan has come back from yet another search for his past. Surprisingly, he finds his feelings for jean disappear, but jean seems to love him more than ever. Even though Jean still loves Logan, Logan finds that he has new feelings for the incredible weather goddess. Then, Scott seems to have fallen for Ororo a long time ago. Will Logan's feelings be returned? What will Jean do in order to get Logan back? What will Scott do to get Ororo? SERIOUS JEAN AND SCOTT BASHING eventually ororo/logan then character death *cough jean and Scott cough*
NOW READ AND ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Chapter 1 Snow drifted down on Xavier's School for the gifted. It was almost Christmas and inside, children were running around, enjoying their Christmas holidays. Most of them had gone home to celebrate, but those that had no family to go home to stay in the school. Ororo Munroe a.k.a Storm was watching the kids put up the decorations on the Christmas tree. Her long white hair was tied up and her bright, blue eyes were sparkling happily. A little boy walked towards her, his hands behind his back.
"Hello Arty," Ororo said kindly, smiling.
"Um...Miss. Munroe, I got you a present for you," Arty said shyly, handing her a small little box from behind his back. It was wrapped poorly in light blue wrapping paper. There was more tape the wrapping paper and edges of the wrapping paper poked out from the tape. Even though it was wrapped so poorly, Ororo smiled and quickly opened it. Inside was a little bracelet made with blue and white beads. It didn't look like anything special, but Ororo knew Arty has sent a lot of time making it. Ororo picked it up and put it around her wrist.
"Thanks Arty," Ororo said, hugging him tightly. Releasing him, Arty was smiling from ear to ear, his brown eyes (A/N: does he have brown eyes? I think so, but I'm not sure....) sparkling with happiness.
"Do you really like it, Miss. Munroe?" Arty asked, hoping she would say yes.
"Of course, it beautiful," Ororo replied, smiling and hugging him again. Suddenly, they heard the large, wooden front doors open. Ororo released Arty and telling him to go play with the others, she walked over to the front doors.
Logan's Pov:
I walked through the front doors and into the warmth of the school. I started counting... 5...4...3...2...1...
"LOGAN!!!!!!!!!YOU'RE BACK!!!!!!!!" I heard a familiar voice shout. Rouge ran towards me and jumped on me, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.
"I guess you missed me, eh?" I grunted, trying to pry her arm off him. Not that I didn't like Rouge, she's like a daughter to me. But it was getting hard to breath with her hugging me so tight. Finally, she let go of me and I took a deep breath.
"Logan, how come you didn't tell me in your letters when you were going to come back, I thought you were going to miss Christmas," Rouge scolded, " great, I didn't even get you a present." I was just about to say something when Jean appeared.
"Welcome back, Logan," Jean smiled, batting her eyelashes at me. Jean's red hair was tied up, revealing her neck. She was wearing a black tank top (A/N: in this weather?!) and a skirt that reached to her knees. To my surprise, I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel my heart and breathing quicken like it use to. Before I could wonder why I wasn't feeling how I used to in her presence, Ororo walked in.
"Hello Logan," she said, smiling her slow smile.
I felt my heartbeat quicken as I looked at her. She was wearing a white sweater and blue jeans. Her beautiful white hair was tied in a low ponytail and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the light. "Am I falling for Ororo?" I thought, "No, she's just a friend, just a friend," shaking my head, I tried to shake my thoughts of Ororo away.
"Logan, are you alright?"
Startled, I looked up and saw that they were looking at me with concern. I realized I must have looked stupid, just standing there and staring at Ororo.
"Yah, I'm just tired from the trip," I lied. Then I turned my head to look at Jean. Jean was smiling and walked towards me. Wrapping her arms around me, she hugged me. After a few seconds, I returned the hug but my eyes were still on Ororo. When I was released from the hug, Jean was looking up at me, as if she expected me to kiss (A/N: she is way too full of herself. Ekk!) her. But I just walked past her and up to Ororo.
"So 'Ro, ain't you going to give me a hug too?" I asked, spreading my arms wide open. She raised a white eyebrow at me. "I mean, it is Christmas, and I don't think you got me anything right?" I finished, cocking his head on one side, grinning. Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms.
"Please Logan, don't expect everyone to give you a hug just because they forgot to get you a present," she said, "I certainly will not give you a hug because for one thing, you're dirty. Have you taken a bath this month yet? For another thing, you smell like you've gone to the junkyard."
"Well, you would smell like that if you were rushing back to the school. Do you know what happened on the way? While I was driving very fast on one- eyes' motorcycle, and then some dumb driver bumped to me and I fell off! The gas pedal was jammed so it could only be stopped if I took out the keys. The motorcycle dragged me across the road. I was so cold! And then when I finally go back on, I found out that I didn't get you guys a gift for Christmas. So I rushed to a mall to buy you something. I was going to buy you all a box of chocolate but then these women rushed past me and pushed me down. Then they stepped all over me. So I gave up and came back here, that's why I smell so bad," I said quickly, pouting.
"Aw, poor little baby," she said, patting me on the head. Unfortunately, she didn't pat me lightly.
"OW! What was that for!?" I exclaimed, rubbing my head.
"That's for making excuses Logan," she scolded, "no matter what you say, I am NOT going to hug you," and with that, she walked away.
"Stupid women, never could trust them," I muttered, leaving Jean and Rouge staring, mouth dropped open.
Ororo's Pov
I walked out of the room as fast as I could. How could he even think I would hug him just because everyone else did. He's such an arrogant little.....
"But you missed him a lot when he was gone," a little voice in my mind nagged. I started to shake my head. "I was NOT falling for Logan, I mean, he's so full of himself, anyways, he loves Jean," I assured myself. But of course I was lying. I made my way to the kitchen, passing the little kids that were running happily around the mansion. I opened the door to the kitchen and I could smell fresh, baked cookies. Scott was opening the oven and taking the Christmas cookies out.
"Those smell good, Scott," I said, sitting down on the table.
"Thanks, these were sure hard to make," he answered, giving me a huge smile.
"Logan's back," I announced casually. Scott looked up from the cookies.
"Oh really," he said casually too. I looked to see if he got any reaction.
"Don't look at me like that, Ororo. You know that me and Jean broke up already," he said, giving me a stern look. I sighed.
"I know Scott, but I worry about you. I know that it was you that dumped Jean, but you seem so sad lately," I looked worriedly at him. Scott looked at me in the eye for a second and then laughed.
"Don't worry Ororo, I'm fine. Anyways, as you said, it was I that dumped Jean," he assured me, then he picked up a cookie and tossed it to over to me. I quickly changed the winds and the cookie flew right into my hand. Satisfied, I bit into the cookie.
"So how is it?" he asked, eagerly. I tried to bite into the cookie again. It was as hard as a rock!
"Let's just say that they won't break into piece when the kids drop it on the ground," I told him, putting the cookie on the table. Scott gave me a questioning look. Then, I made the winds lift the cookie up and slammed it against a wall. It slammed against wall with a THUMP and dropped on the floor. Scott's eyebrows shot up. He walked over, picked it up and frowned. The cookie didn't even have a crack in it. Scott was about to say something when Jean stormed in angrily.
"How dare Logan just ignore me!?" she exclaimed angrily. Jean saw the cookies and grabbed one.
"Um...I wouldn't eat that if I were you, Jean," Scott warned.
"Well, I want to eat it, so there. There's nothing you can do about," Jean shot back coldly. I shrugged.
"Fine, your funeral," I sighed as Jean bit into the rock hard cookie.
"OWWWW!!!!!" Jean screamed. She threw the cookie on the floor. She ran frantically around the kitchen, trying to find something that would ease the pain. Then, she was running so blindly that she hit the wall. Her forehead hit the wall and she flew back onto the tile floor. Unfortunately, there was a banana peal on the floor and she slipped, her head hitting the counter. Once again, Jean screamed in pain. Her right hand was clutching her jaw and her left hand was trying to cover both her forehead and the back of her head. She looked at Scott and then at me.
"Well!? Aren't you going to help me!??!?!" Jean screamed, tears about to fall. I looked at Scott. Scott shrugged. Jean looked at us in horror. "YOU MEAN YOU AREN'T GOING TO HELP ME!?" she screamed again. I guess I kind of felt sorry for her, so I got up and led her to the washroom. She sniffed and whimpered the whole way. I turned on the washroom light and led her inside, not closing the door. In the corner of my eye, I could see Scott following us. Probably wanting to see what would happen next.
"Jean, take your hand away from you bruises, I need to something on it," I told her softly.
"NO! It's going to hurt!" Jean whimpered pathetically, covering it even more tightly.
"Be a good girl Jean," I coaxed.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I racked my brain, trying to think of some way to coax her hand away. I know!
"Now Jean, if you don't let me heal your little boo boo, then Logan would see. He won't think you're pretty anymore, right?" I said, feeling like I was talking to a 4 year old kid. Jean seemed to think a little while.
"Well, then ok, but be very careful," she replied. Then she slowly removed her hands. When they were removed, my eyes widened. Jean, spotting how I looked, she frowned.
"What's the matter!?" she demanded, then she sensed some of my thoughts, "OH MY GOD! THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH MY FACE, ISN'T THERE?!?!" Then she turned her head and looked in the mirror. Jean's face twisted in horror. Her forehead had a huge red lump that throbbed (A/N: try to imagine that...ewww.....). The back of her head was starting to bleed, ruining her usual beautiful red hair. Her face had tearstains and red bruises. To make it short, she was REALLY, REALLY ugly. Jean took one look and fainted, falling on the toilet. Fortunately for her, it was closed. I knew that she was my friend, and that I shouldn't laugh at her, but I couldn't help it. I started to laugh hard, I tried to stop but I couldn't. Every time I was about to stop, I took one look at Jean and started to laugh all over again. Soon, Scott joined in my laughter.
Logan's Pov
I walked up the stairs and headed to my room. As I passed Ororo's attic room, I caught her scent. It was a mix of sandalwood, rain and nature. It was such a beautiful scent, and she's such a beautiful woman. Her beautiful hair, her figure...wait! What am I thinking!? I suddenly realized that I was standing in front of the doorway of Ororo's room. The wooden stairs leading to it seemed so tempting. No! I can't go up to her room! I mean, she's not even there. I quickly walked away from the doorway and entered my room, which was ironically, next to Ororo's.
I closed the door and dumped my stuff on the bed. My room was just like it use to be...messy. I guess no one dared to come in. I grinned, I'm not called the Wolverine for nothing. I laughed at the thought of all the kids scared to even touch the door of my room. Scared that I would slice them with my claws. Then my stomach grumbled. That meant either I was hungry or I had some kind of disease. I stuck with the hungry idea because it was impossible that I had a disease. My healing factor prevented that. I changed by clothes, partly because of the state of them and partly because of what Ororo said. STOP! There I go again, thinking about HER. I shook my and quickly went down the stairs into the large living room...if you can call it that. This is a school after all. I looked in there and saw that Ororo was inside. She was sitting on the coach. On her lap was a little boy.
"So what did you get for my Christmas present?" the boy asked, giggling as Ororo tickled him.
"You want me to tell you Arty?" she asked. Arty nodded eagerly.
"Well...I'm not going to tell you! You'll just have to find out in 3 days on Christmas," Ororo exclaimed laughing. Arty pouted.
"Don't you give that face Mr. Doranto (A/N: sorry, didn't know his last name, so made one up, lol)," Ororo ordered, trying to sound commanding and angry, but failing miserably. Arty pouted again, then a, mischievous look crossed his face.
"Don't you dare," Ororo warned. Arty's smile just grew wider and he began to tickle her.
"No, stop, please," Ororo managed to choke out. She was squirming and wiggling around, trying to get Arty to stop tickling her.
While all this was happening, I was standing there, just watching. Ororo's hair was released from her hair band, causing the long hair to fall down her shoulders. It caressed her face as she squirmed and laughed. Her bright blue eyes were sparkling with laughter. She was so...so...beautiful. Her beauty wasn't like any other women's. Other women's beauty was different, they usually put on tons of makeup to hide their real features. But Ororo's face didn't have a hint of makeup besides a tiny amount of lip-gloss on her lips. No, her beauty was different. It was more...natural and more exotic. I don't know how long I stood there, but I found myself not able to tear my eyes away from her. Was I following in love for Ororo? It couldn't be, I mean, she's not my type. I AM NOT FALLING IN LOVE WITH HER.
"I'm not!" I shouted.
Hearing my voice, Ororo and Arty suddenly stopped. They turned around and saw me standing there.
To be continued...........
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WOW! That was a HUGE chapter! Well actually, they were suppose to be separate, but then I decided my chapter was too short. So anyway, REVIEW! I love those things! This is my first ever fanfic, so if there's anything wrong with it, tell me! I want to know if I didn't anything wrong!