I've put this up just because the thought struck me and I didn't think there were any stories like this on this website so I figured I'd put one up. This is the slash story I've been promising people, but the actualy slash doesn't come until chapter 2! So review and you'll know the pairing. Although I did tell one person, if she tells you, I'll discontinue this story. SO HILL DON'T TELL. I hope you enjoy this. If slash and angst and CD are not your cup of tea, please leave and don't tell me that I have a sick mind. ON WITH THE STORY!
Jean put her arms around Scott shoulders as they sat in the mansion driveway in his red corvette. She pulled away, hurt when he tensed up. He had been acting very strange since they had become physical. Oh they hadn't even gotten near sex yet, but they had begun to hug and kiss and hold hands. It had been so much easier when they were just friends. Now that they were officially labeled "boyfriend" and "girlfriend", she found that Scott was becoming distant. It was almost as if he didn't want to be in a relationship with her, and was just going along with it for show, or for the sake of her feelings, she wasn't sure.
"Scott-", she began uncertainly. His eyes instantly unglazed and snapped to her face. "Do you want to be in this relationship with me?" Scott blinked and diverted his eyes for a moment before he brought them back up to rest on her face. "Of course I do!" He exclaimed in a shocked voice as if he couldn't believe that she could think any differently. But Jean could hear it in his voice and she made up her mind. She could hear the desperation in his voice, like he was trying more to persuade himself then her. She slowly got out of the car and hushed Scott's protests. "I know you need to work through something Scott. I can feel it in your mind. You can come talk to me when you figure it out. I can't be your lover, but I can be your friend when you figure out what it is you want from a relationship." With that she sprinted up the mansion steps and through the double glass doors leaving Scott confused in his car.
Scott lay on his bed his thoughts running in circles. He felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, but had been replaced with a much heavier one. He was relieved that Jean had ender their relationship, if thats what you could call it. He was never truly happy with her. He loved her dearly, but as a sister, not as a "lover" as she put it. But it was harder now, more then ever. With a relationship with Jean he knew exactly what he was supposed to do and how he was supposed to do it. He didn't know how he would be able to handle a relationship with anyone else.
He turned on the small T.V. in the corner of his room. He flipped around the channels uninterested until all of a sudden he felt like he had been poked with a branding iron. On the screen were to men kissing passionately. He flipped off the television with new thoughts to mull over. Was homosexuality wrong? Did he like men in that way? Could he risk that? Could he throw everything away if his teammates didn't like his sexual preference? Was he gay? As a mutant he already had enough hatred around him, could he stand to add more by coming out as gay? Would he ever find true love? He sure hoped so. Finally, that massive weight that had rested on his shoulders disappeared. He knew what he was going to do. He thought over that one last thought in his head. It seemed like the right thing for him to do. If he could take being gay and being a mutant, he supposed he could deal with this.
He walked over to his dresser and opened the drawer. He crouched down and filtered through some papers and magazines. He straightened up, a thick roll of twenty-dollar bills in his hand. He stuck them in his back pocket before grabbing his keys. He quickly roared out of the driveway, his destination was the mall. Jean smiled as she gazed at him speed off, a shadow in the window. She felt the sereneness in his mind. She knew he had figured out what she had just saw an hour ago. She knew that they would never have a boyfriend, girlfriend relationship, but they would always be friends.
Jean hoped that Scott knew that she would always support his relationships and choices. She hoped that he would be happy, and that he would never suppress his true self.
Scott got out of his car and faltered. He now wasn't sure if this was such a good idea. He felt the weight begin to settle back on his shoulders. He pushed back the uncomfortable feeling he had, straightened his shoulders and marched into the air conditioned mall, escaping from the deadly heat. He felt thankful that it was early Sunday morning, most people with any sense were sleeping in. The only people at the mall this early were bargain hunters and a few old couples. No one paid him any mind as he went into a few stores that you usually wouldn't catch people like him in.
He was carrying a bag on his arms as he walked into the department stores. He went through the clothes rack and found the perfect thing. He scurried into the dressing room and put everything on.
It was perfect. It felt perfect. He snapped on the silver bracelet that would block his powers and took his visor off. Staring back at him stood a young, tall brunette with brown eyes. She was beautiful. She wore a black silk dress that hugged her tightly. She didn't have any curves, but she was thin in a toned and healthy way. She had enough of a body to attract people's attention. She unscrewed the cap on a container of lip gloss and spread it generously on her lips before pursing them and rubbing them together in front of the mirror. She looked gorgeous. All she needed now was some eye-make up and a pair of heels, other then that, she was perfect. She began taking off her clothes and putting things back in their bags.
Scott walked out of the dressing room, bags in hand and walked to the register. The girl gave him a strange look before smiling. She was cute in a twenty-year-old, never quite grew out of thirteen way. She had golden cork-screw curls, and a round pleasant face that lit up when she smiled. He smile back, trying to be polite, but trying not to encourage her. As she rang up the clothes she began talking. "Ya know, I know someone you might like. I could set you two up if you like." Scott was about to politely decline but she looked at him for a moment. "If you like guys of course. He's never really said anything but we all know. We're not blind, we can see where his eyes go. He never dates anyone though. It's weird. But you seem like you might be his type." She took his money and made change out of the cash register. She ripped his receipt out of the machine, turning it over she scrawled a number on the back. "You can call me and I can set it up if you change your mind." She put it in his bag. Handing it to him she smiled again, a knowing look gleaming in her eyes.
He walked back to his car and sat in the front seat, his keys thrown onto the seat next to him. He held the piece of paper with the number on it and thought. Maybe he should give her a call later. He didn't exactly know how to go about this dating business, but he knew if he hit on the wrong guy he was going to get his ass kicked. Maybe it would be easier if people were beside him to help him.
Jean turned around in her swivel chair as someone knocked timidly on her door. She called enter and Scott walked in nervously. He held some bags behind his back. Jean gave him a sly grin. "I already knew Scott. Stop acting so nervous. It doesn't bother me." Scott looked surprised and Jean answered the unasked question in his mind. "I saw it in your mind. Your not very good at hiding things you know. Go on," She said gesturing with her hands. "Try it on and let me see. I want to see if you botched this up and got something completely unflattering, considering you used to always do it to me." Scott blushed. "I didn't want the guys seeing me take forever to get you a gift so I got the same thing they got their girlfriends. That way no one would suspect." Scott whispered the last sentence. Jean turned around and ordered him to put the clothes on. When she turned back around she gasped. He was beautiful. He didn't look like someone who would drop you dead in your tracks, but he did look like someone your eyes would linger on until your girlfriend hit you on the side of your head. He looked like one of those girls who never got approached by men because they were to afraid of rejection by a beautiful girl like him.
Scott became nervous as Jean just stared at him. He tugged at the edge of his dress shakily as he waited for her rejection.
Jean walked over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Your beautiful," she whispered. Jokingly she added, "It's a good thing you haven't gotten facial hair. But you totally look like a woman. It's awesome." Scott felt unusually proud of these complements. When he told her about the incident with the cashier she laughed. "I think maybe you should take that killer outfit for a ride. Go try a club and see if you can get anyone." Scott nodded. He grabbed his car keys and was about to try and sneak out of the mansion. Jean grabbed his arm. "God Scott. Put some eye make-up on. It'll make you look better." She set Scott down at her desk before laying down on her bed. A curse brought her rushing back to Scott's side as he cursed and his right eye began watering. "Christ!" As he put the eyeliner back to try again she grabbed his hand. "You don't know how to do it! You'll kill yourself with this thing! Let me do it." When she was done she smiled, pleased. Scott looked at himself in the mirror and was amazed at what he saw. He looked like a girl. He had never thought that he would be able to pass as a girl. His voice! Damn it he had forgotten about his voice!
Jean caught this stray thought. "Try it out. Maybe it won't be that bad," She said hopefully. After a few stray attempts he settled on the perfect voice. It was smoking and sultry. It sounded like he was a heavy smoker but he supposed that some guys were turned on by that. He would just have to settle. He didn't really want to disguise his voice, but he knew he'd better unless he wanted his ass strewn on the ground. Maybe if he found the right man he wouldn't have to disguise his voice.
He climbed out of the window and was thankful that Jean had a room on the first floor near the backyard so he was able to sneak to his car without being seen. He started his car and flinched as it sounded as loud as if a bomb had dropped. He pulled out of the driveway and sped through the gates as they opened for him. As he sped down the road he sent Jean a telepathic thanks as the wind blew through his new long locks.
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