So this just came up, wanted to make it a quick one but decided to make it a slow one. lol… So read and tell me what you think!!

Jean Grey aka Phoenix

Everybody's wrong

Everybody would say that Jean Grey was the perfect girl. Classy but sexy, tall and firm, independent but knew when to ask for help, sweet and kind, never lost her temper, was loyal to her man… Everybody could only be half right. Or maybe only a quarter.

Jean Grey was not the flawless girl everyone thought she was; Not even her boyfriend Scott Summers knew the real her. They all thought Phoenix was the bad one, Jean was the saint. No, no one knew just how bad she could be.

The problem was that Jean herself didn't want others to think otherwise. She didn't want her family to know she was careless at times; she didn't want her friends to know she liked to smoke; she didn't want the world to know she might as well be the Phoenix herself; she didn't want her boyfriend to know she liked it hard and rough.

Everybody thought Jean and Scott were the perfect couple, everyone except Jean. She acted, she made it seam like she was happy, like she was where she wanted to be, but it wasn't true. She fooled everyone, even Scott.

She just wasn't the kind of person everyone wanted her to be, but since everyone loved that Jean, Jean settled on being that Jean.

There was only one person in the world that knew the real her, the real Jean… The only person who knew the real Phoenix, inside and out. His name was Logan, or Wolverine like others called him.

He knew Jean and Phoenix to be almost the same person, he knew she liked to smoke and drink heavily on a Saturday night, knew she liked to dance to Latin music and loved Samba, liked to be careless, liked to stay up all night doing nothing and everything just to have coffee and go to work when the time came. But most important of all, he knew and understood that she wasn't the clean and virtuous girl Jean Grey; she was the dirty and naughty woman Phoenix.

He came to the mansion one day and she was immediately attracted to him, she admired him. She loved the way he didn't give a shit about what the others thought. He could just be himself, he could just tell people to fuck off, and they obeyed. He didn't even care what her boyfriend thought when he hit on her, made suggestive comments, made fun of Scott, told her how beautiful and sexy and hot she was.

She started to let go of her one-way-and-no-mistakes life. She started wearing more open clothes, more sensual clothes and made sure Logan saw her. She stopped caring about what Scott thought and started flirting back with Logan. To Scott's utter shock, she started wearing those sinful thongs, colors crimson red and black.

She always wanted Wolverine, but when that lust turned to love she didn't know. Maybe it was when they were in that mission, when they found each other trapped and didn't know how to get out of there. He wasn't the least bit scared for himself, he was terrified for her.

The place was cold and she was shivering and he had pulled her into his arms, promising to protect her and he did, he got her out of there and nearly died in the process. That was definitely the time she realized she loved him and he loved her back, but they couldn't do anything about it.

She might be changing, getting away from her strict life, but she wasn't ready to go too far… yet.

So? Was it ok? Review please and be nice.