'Ello. I am kimchi, author of another fic that no one read, and even less
reviewed. Tell you what. If you hate songfics like I do, if you want to
comment on anything, or if you have also been ignored despite throwing
yourself into writing something that you think that people would like or at
least read, then for the love of god, review.
Blah dee dee, I do not own da stuffs. I do not know why I wanted to do this fic since everyone is OOC. I just find the characters of XME quite malleable for warping into weird fanfiction worlds. I also like Lance/Tabitha couplings. I appear to be the only one who thinks this. *sigh*.so alone.
There was nothing. Tabitha could not feel anything. It was one of those where any rush would do. Any feeling, any excitement, any commotion that could make her feel alive. There was nothing here to do. She leaned back all the way on her huge bed and stared at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and opened them again, watching yellow patterns dance across the white ceiling. This continued a while, until she decided to go downstairs to get a sugarhigh or something.
Downstairs, however, there was no hyperactive Toad to help her with her quest for confections, nor a smirking Pietro to argue with, but an empty kitchen and an empty house. While wandering through silent rooms, she realized that everyone was doing something and she wasn't. Tabitha did not want to be left out. It was the frequency of this event and feeling happening that infuriated her the most.
The next morning, Tabitha turned the gears in her head for a way to get a date or look available for a party at school. This was the last night she would ever be alone at the rotting Brotherhood house. Before all that, however, came breakfast.
The peeling kitchen was home to a garbage-sucking Toad and Lance, to both of which she paid no attention. Tabby scoured the cabinets and other food- storing devices for a suitable breakfast, finally slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing a couple slices of bread from the counter. Some breakfast.
Toad said something slang-filled and unintelligible about getting more money. Lance translated. Tabby stormed out, chewing angrily on the bread. Some morning. Great start for a hopefully image-changing day. Shower. Shower now.
Wonderful, I've started thinking in moans and grunts. She thought, letting the comment sink without a trace into fantasies of being respected by the school body. The water was too cold. It splashed noisily around her feet and even more noisily into the drain. Door noise.
Tabitha perked her ears to the outside. Did the door open? Was someone there? It's probably Pietro wanting a peep show. Again. One would think that a small, grenade-like object to the groin would stop that.
She snaked a peek from around the edge of the curtain, then poked her head out all the way. Lance was standing in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth.
"Out. Get out." She growled.
"Almost done." He mumbled through bubbles.
"I'm taking a shower." If Tabby were, indeed, a cat, her tail and other hairy features would surely have fluffed up to more than their average size.
"Almost done." He wasn't even trying to look at her. That both relaxed and offended Tabby at the same time. She huffed and pulled the curtain into place, diving back behind it to wait until he left. He did, closing the door behind him.
"By the way." Lance leaned in and gestured towards Tabby's pile of currently discarded clothes. "...I won the bet." Tabby's eyes widened. "You are a B cup."
Tabitha grabbed a shampoo bottle and flung it at the closing door. An Image- changing day..
Blah dee dee, I do not own da stuffs. I do not know why I wanted to do this fic since everyone is OOC. I just find the characters of XME quite malleable for warping into weird fanfiction worlds. I also like Lance/Tabitha couplings. I appear to be the only one who thinks this. *sigh*.so alone.
There was nothing. Tabitha could not feel anything. It was one of those where any rush would do. Any feeling, any excitement, any commotion that could make her feel alive. There was nothing here to do. She leaned back all the way on her huge bed and stared at the ceiling. She closed her eyes and opened them again, watching yellow patterns dance across the white ceiling. This continued a while, until she decided to go downstairs to get a sugarhigh or something.
Downstairs, however, there was no hyperactive Toad to help her with her quest for confections, nor a smirking Pietro to argue with, but an empty kitchen and an empty house. While wandering through silent rooms, she realized that everyone was doing something and she wasn't. Tabitha did not want to be left out. It was the frequency of this event and feeling happening that infuriated her the most.
The next morning, Tabitha turned the gears in her head for a way to get a date or look available for a party at school. This was the last night she would ever be alone at the rotting Brotherhood house. Before all that, however, came breakfast.
The peeling kitchen was home to a garbage-sucking Toad and Lance, to both of which she paid no attention. Tabby scoured the cabinets and other food- storing devices for a suitable breakfast, finally slamming the refrigerator door closed and grabbing a couple slices of bread from the counter. Some breakfast.
Toad said something slang-filled and unintelligible about getting more money. Lance translated. Tabby stormed out, chewing angrily on the bread. Some morning. Great start for a hopefully image-changing day. Shower. Shower now.
Wonderful, I've started thinking in moans and grunts. She thought, letting the comment sink without a trace into fantasies of being respected by the school body. The water was too cold. It splashed noisily around her feet and even more noisily into the drain. Door noise.
Tabitha perked her ears to the outside. Did the door open? Was someone there? It's probably Pietro wanting a peep show. Again. One would think that a small, grenade-like object to the groin would stop that.
She snaked a peek from around the edge of the curtain, then poked her head out all the way. Lance was standing in front of the mirror, brushing his teeth.
"Out. Get out." She growled.
"Almost done." He mumbled through bubbles.
"I'm taking a shower." If Tabby were, indeed, a cat, her tail and other hairy features would surely have fluffed up to more than their average size.
"Almost done." He wasn't even trying to look at her. That both relaxed and offended Tabby at the same time. She huffed and pulled the curtain into place, diving back behind it to wait until he left. He did, closing the door behind him.
"By the way." Lance leaned in and gestured towards Tabby's pile of currently discarded clothes. "...I won the bet." Tabby's eyes widened. "You are a B cup."
Tabitha grabbed a shampoo bottle and flung it at the closing door. An Image- changing day..