Recap?

-Kitty/Jean

-Scott/Rogue

-Lance/Pietro

-Kurt/Kitty&Jean

-Jame/Jamie/Jamie/Jame/etc

-Evan/Mr. Bubbles

-Hizzy


Scott and Rogue stared at each other awkwardly. A million unspoken words passed through their gazes, and both understood exactly how the other felt. But what of it? Could something like that really work? Could their clashing personalities really go together? Then Scott had a thought? What of Jean? Wasn't he supposed to be digging on her?

He cast a glance down the hallway, where he spotted Jean and Kitty cuddling romantically. Scott got a disgusted look on his face, 'Good thing I'm not going for THAT one.' He turned back to Rogue, the one who WASN'T fondling another girl, fortunately.

She was still staring at him, as much at a lack for words as Scott was. He knew he had to break the silence.
"Rogue, I-" but he was interrupted as Rogue suddenly began to kiss him. In his surprise, Scott did nothing to stop this. Rogue felt so happy, she didn't even notice that she had sapped a dangerous amount of Scott's strength, and only stopped when he fell unconscious. She looked around nervously. Nobody was looking. As discreetly as possible, she dragged him back to her room.

Kurt knew that he didn't have a chance with Jean or Kitty while they were in love with each other. He'd have to think of a way to split them up. He would have to kill the one he loved less. He thought it over in his head, 'Well that's obvious. The one I love less is Jean... Wait, no. It's Kitty....no... it must be...' But no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't love one of them less. That meant he'd have to kill both of them. Then he realized that if he killed them, they'd be dead. He couldn't kill either of them. Soon, he began to develop a new strategy. He would kill Scott, then steal his identity and use it to win them over. Then he realized that his plan would not only fail, but land him in jail as well. He developed a new strategy. One that didn't involve death, as impossible as that sounded.

Jean and Kitty were holding hands and giggling about something when Kurt walked over to them. The girls paused and looked up at him. He knew his plan would only work if he was able to approach them separately. "Kitty?" he hesitated, "..uh... Jean's on the phone for you."

"Really?" she asked eagerly, then turned to the other girl, "I'll be right back, Jean. I just gotta, like, take this phone call." She pranced off in the direction of the phone.

"Wait, Kitty!" Jean called after here but it was already too late. She glared in Kurt's direction.

He chose to ignore the look she was giving him, and fished a piece of paper out of his pocket, "Kitty asked me to give this note to you."

Jean confusedly took the note from his hand and unfolded it.

'Dear Jean,
You're stupid and I hate you.
Love, Kitty P.S. You should go out with Kurt'

Jean felt tears fill her eyes, "I can't believe Kitty would write something like this." She began sobbing and ran from the room. Kurt would feel bad about what he was doing, except that his plan was working perfectly.

Kitty reentered and looked more annoyed than she had before, "Jean wasn't on the phone." "She must have hung up," Kurt said.

The girl rolled her eyes, "Why would she call me if she was just going to, like, hang up?"

"She probably wanted to tell you what she told me before she hung up," said Kurt casually. This seemed to spark Kitty's interest.

She looked suspiciously at Kurt, "What did she tell you?"

"Not much," he looked down the hall to make sure Jean hadn't decided to come back, "She just said that your ugly and you smell funny."

"What!?" Kitty was shocked and dismayed.

"That's what she said," Kurt shrugged, then added quickly, "She also said you'd be much better off with me."

Kitty put a hand up to her face. If Jean said she was ugly it was obviously true. Also, she hadn't showered for at least five hours. Of course Jean didn't like her. Jean was too good for her. Kurt watched as Kitty ran to her room and slammed the door. He smiled. Time for phase two of his plan.


In his panic to get away from Lance, Pietro was running so fast down the hall that he didn't notice the other person in his way.
"Watch where you're going!" Pietro shouted in annoyance after the collision.

Wanda stared at him, her eyes suddenly getting very wide. She opened her mouth to say something, but immediately closed it again. Something that looked like fear crept over her flushed face.

Pietro glared at her. "What!" he snapped.

She continued to stare at him. The only word she could muster was, "Uh..."

Just then, a thought came to Pietro. Had she seen him and Lance? Did she know what had just happened? He swallowed hard and began to scoot away from her.

Finally, she managed to speak, her voice dazed, "Where... where are you going?" Pietro looked nervously in the direction of the kitchen where he had left Lance, and finally remembered why he had come this way.

He tried to compose himself but as he spoke his words came out very fast and nearly unintelligible, "I was just going to the bathroom! And there's nothing going on between me and Lance!" That said, he ran through the door and slammed it in her face.

Wanda stared at the door in shock, not believing what had just happened. She hardly noticed that her breathing had stopped entirely. 'Stop it, Wanda! He's your brother! Just your stupid, annoying, hot brother!' Her mouth dropped open when she registered the thought that had just went through her head. A shaking hand was raised to her head as she attempted to gather her sense of reason. 'Get a hold of yourself. You're thinking crazy... It's probably just all this heat. Yes, that's it. The heat's getting to you.' She looked at the thermostat, which read 56 degrees Fahrenheit. She groaned inwardly and looked back towards the bathroom door. Pietro was in there. He was using the toilet. The same toilet she had just used a little while ago. She sighed dreamily. 'He's using the toilet...' Something in her brain clicked. 'NO! You're sick, Wanda! He's your BROTHER! You used to beat him up and take his toys and you used to take baths together, remember?' She did remember, and as she remembered a blush crept over her face slowly.

Pietro had just finished up and was in the process of zipping his pants when he heard his sister on the other side of the door scream and then there was the sound of her running up the stairs to her room. He made a mental note to avoid Wanda. More than usual, anyway.