First Impressions, A Sight For My Sore Eyes

Anyone yet know who Sydney is? Any ideas yet, who he is?

Walking up the road the dark brown haired teen hummed a happy tune as he got up to the top of the hill. "Wow, big place, it's huge! I could have a lot of fun here, I'm sure," he said as he was about to go to the huge gate and ring the intercom. He stopped though when he saw someone in the yard by the middle of the fence wall line, as he was walking up to the school. He was just going to wave him down to let him in or whistle at him to get his attention since his back was turned. The man was sitting right in the middle of the yard, not doing anything; he was just sitting there off in what looked like a meditative trance. Better, stick with the intercom, Sydney thought to himself, when he realized he was probably meditating or something like that. No point in disturbing someone in a meditative focus, bad idea, and probably extremely rude.

Logan loved to meditate, it helped to center him, in some hectic times. Fortunately if it can be said for the teenage boy, he was downwind from Logan, but the sent he caught in the air was not of the teen, nor would he really care. Because right now what Logan smelled was an old rival, "Hmm, sniff, sniff," suddenly Logan growled and popped out his claws, "Sabretooth, grrr, so, you're back."

Gasping he ducked down. "Oh man, I think he seen me," Sydney said as he ducked down and replayed what he saw perfectly in his mind's eye, "Weird, very weird." He waited a few seconds before he dared another look. "Hey, he's gone, wonder where he went. Oh well, I'm sure I'll see him later. Who the heck is Sabretooth?" Then he heard a motorcycle engine turning over than then Sydney saw it zooming off, and out the gate, it zipped right by with some burly guy on it. "Wonder where he's going in such a hurry." Walking to the gate, he rang the intercom.

The Professor sensing the newcomer at the gate answered the intercom. "Yes, hello, who's there?"

In a very girlish voice, "It's me, Sydney, Kitty's friend. I think you were all expecting me here for the weekend."

"Yes, we are, but I figured you would be here, tomorrow."

"It was either, get myself packed up and leave in 3 hours, and ditch school today or wait 2 days. So 3 hours to pack and ditch school and get my tushie to the bus depot, it was! So, can I come in?"

"Yes, I'll be right there to see you in." He made contact with Jean and Logan who he was sure was still on the grounds outside. "Jean, Logan, Kitty's friend is here, early, make sure the other students know our guest is here to greet..."

"I can't, Chuck, I have to go check on something else, other than some kid right now; I just smelled Creed; he's back. I didn't even know we were getting a new student. I did see the kid, as I left though, hard not to miss that kid. Sorry, Chuck, but I'll have to meet the new student a little later on, I have things to do."

"Fine, and be careful."

"I'll alert the others, Professor."

"I appreciate that, Jean. Kitty, your guest is here, early, please come down with me to greet her." The Professor went out the door to meet the guest and do a brief telepathic scan to see if the kid was any sort of threat, but was a bit shocked to do so when he saw the guest as he jogged up the long driveway to the door. There he was, a skinny teen boy in a possible need of a haircut. Dressed in red and white sneakers, bright, very bright, probably dyed, purple pants, since the Professor was sure you couldn't get that bight of a color purple in clothing stores. His top likewise though a simple t-shirt was once just a sunny happy-face yellow, was mixed with blue, red, and purple, tie-dyed swirls. That shirt, yes, maybe, could have been bought in a store, but more than likely, judging by his pants, he had on, tie-dyed it himself. To top it off, he also had a colorful backpack to match, and carrying blue duffle bag in one hand and the hugest smile on his face that was as contiguous as the yawns and sneezes! Xavier could now see despite the probably eccentric personality, he was obviously probably a good kid, a teen of faith, as he was wearing a Cross necklace in addition to his happy bright very standout clothes he chose to put on. Cacophony might even be a good word for them. "Are you, Sydney?"

"That's me! Where's Kitty? I've missed her so much!"

"She's coming. Come on in." The Professor was so distracted by his choice of clothes that he had forgotten to give him a brief mind read. He was left wondering, if that was just how he normally usually dresses or if he does it on purpose, dresses that way, to stand out in a crowd, or make some sort of head turning impression. The latter had certainly worked. The Professor was still left wondering about him, and his choice of vestments, long after he walked in the door.

"Thanks. Wow, this place is huge. Nice school you got here. Wow would I ever love to stay here, that's for sure. Say, are you the principal or headmaster here?"

Almost caught off-guard, still, staring, at his peculiar clothes, "Yes, you could say that. I'm Professor Charles Xavier, and this is my school."

"Wow perfect, what do I have to do to get in here at this school? You can call me Syd if you like, it's really nice to meet you. So I have really high grades in my other school, if that will help here. And I'm an exceptionally gifted actor if I do say so myself. I got a lot of other fun talents too."

"Well, we can certainly discus that later. You must excuse me..." Not only did Charles need a moment to compose himself but also it looked like the sleeping arrangements would now have to be changed considering Kitty's guest was a male and not a female as he had thought.

Still visually looking around the place, he thought he heard her or at least someone else coming down the stairs, when he had to interrupt and say it. "Why, did you fart?"

"No." The Professor wheeled right back around, he could tell he was going to have trouble with this one; he seemed to have more of a jokester jovial nature, more so than Kurt has! "What I was about to say was, I thought that Kitty's friend, was a girl."

Talking in that high girlish voice, he used earlier on the intercom, "Ohh, darn, oh I just knew I was forgetting a few things, when I was quickly packing up to leave. Darn it, I guess I forgot to take, my wig, bra, makeup, and pantyhose! But if it will make you feel better," still talking in that same girlish voice. "I can talk like this, for the weekend, and pee sitting down! I just hope I don't have to meet good old, Spanky, the Board of Education, because I'm not who you expected me to be!"

Ever the one for maintaining discipline, he found it extremely hard to restrain his smile, and laugh on that one, especially with an old school crack joke remark like that! "Ha, ha, ha, ha, Spanky, the Board of Education, oh no, no that won't be necessary; I don't think we would ever have to…it just means that you won't be sleeping with Kitty."

Gasping loudly, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hee, hee, hee, look, I real old-fashioned and a gentleman, I don't believe in sleeping with anyone, until, after marriage."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, well, I'm quite glad to hear that, but what I meant was, I had planned for you to have a guest bed in the same room as Kitty and Rogue for the weekend. However, considering, ahem, the situation, I think it would be better..."

"Syd, ha, ha, get over here, and quit goofing on the Professor! You're as bad as Kurt."

"Katherine, are you a sight for sore eyes, get over here and show me some love, ohh, have I ever missed you," big bear hug rock squeezing her tightly, he gave her a bit of time to do it but when she didn't or forgot to do it, he tickled her sides for it, for not kissing. "Come on, show me some love, bella signora," pointing to his cheek. Giggling she kissed his cheek. "Is that all you got, come on, even up the score, will ya, you know I'm Italian, and we Italians kiss on both cheeks, just like the French do." Kitty chuckled and gave the other cheek a kiss, in greeting; and he showed her how it was properly done! "Now that's what I'm talking about."

Giggling, "Syd, it's Kitty, I don't really like to be called Katherine by my full name anymore."

In a deeper dreamy Italian accent, "Alright, love kitten, Kitty it is. So who are these two?" Spotting Scott and Jean now coming down there stars. "Schoolmates of yours I assume."

Scott and Jean came to greet the guest, who could not restrain his smile. Scott for some reason, was not exactly, thrilled, to meet Sydney, right off the bat, the same could be said for Sydney, when he found out what kind of personality type Scott has. Jean however liked him right from the start. "Huh, well, we weren't expecting, you, until tomorrow, late, tomorrow." It just threw Mr. Big Shot Leader Man's plans completely topsy-turvy, something he did not like or appreciate at all, when things did not go according to plan, or rather his plan. Course his loud clothes mighty have had something to do with that too, he clearly had his own style and personally, a big one!

"Guess Kitty's friend is a guy not a gal," Jean said, surprised as much as Scott, from what they heard from the Professor, they were expecting a female guest not a male one. She however found his choice in clothing, eccentric, funny, and charming, just what he was going for, she was sure.

"Well, I'm here now, so you'll all have to put up with me, and being a guy," Sydney says and belched loudly and scratches an armpit, and cleaned his ear with his pinky and looked at it and wiped it off on his shirt, and stuck a hand down his pants, Al Bundy style. Joking around mostly, of course, he wasn't the slob type, he was just being himself, and having fun. "Hey, I love your red sunglasses, mind if I try them on for a sec?" he asked, wondering where he got then and if he would look good in them.

Protectively about it, put his hand up to prevent him from taking them off, which he wasn't even going to do, "Uhh, actually, yes, I do mind. Don't, touch them," he said a bit snippily.

"Ohh, you're one of those people, yeah, I know your type." He always had a sixth sense for people and easily picked up things better than most others, he had no idea where he got it from though. Sydney right away though pegged Scott, right, he was a perfectionist, possibly a narcissist too, and in his books, that meant one thing only, no fun. He would have to do something about him, fast.

"Ha, ha, I'm Jean, and this is my guy, Scott."

"Pleasure, to meet you, Jean, and you too, Scotty, the big stiff one, with a big stickup his butt! Make that the whole damn tree. Let me guess, he's a perfectionist, exacting personality, hates change, can't stand it. Probably hardly ever cracks a smile, a place for everything and everything in its place, never takes time to smell the roses, unless it's on his tight schedule?"

"Yes, how did you...?"

"Ohh, I knew it, I hate perfectionists; they're no fun. All a perfectionist is good for is cleaning his room," dramatically yawing, "and not much else."

"Hey, I am too fun!"

"Prove it, then, tell me a joke, go ahead, and make me laugh!"

"Well, uhh..." Scott paused and thought, trying to come up with a joke, something, anything, funny, he might have said, or heard, but, his mind came to nothing.

Sydney gave him a few seconds before he started humming the Jeopardy theme song. "I'm waiting, what's the matter, mind drawing a big blank on you? Now take a lesson, from a very highly creative mind. Did you hear about the constipated Wheel of Fortune player? He wanted to buy a bowel!"

Everyone was laughing except Scott. "Only a child or someone with a childish mindset would find toilet humor funny."

"Oooh, oh really, then I guess we're all children and you're the only grownup, around here, because even your headmaster here thought that it was funny." Glancing casually at the ground, he took two casual sliding steps over towards Kitty.

"Professor," Scott protested, trying to make him see it his way. "I don't think this was such a good..."

"Scott, he is our guest for the weekend, and you could learn to loosen up a bit. Perhaps if you show him around you might..."

"What, me, why do I have to..." Scott gasped and watched as Sydney smiled as he casually thumped the ground near Kitty with a foot. "What was that about?"

"What was what about?" Kitty looked at Sydney and she started chuckling quietly, even his smile could make her laugh. She knew exactly what Sydney was up and wanted to do, rather, play, a few seconds later, when he did it again. Their favorite game, he was after playing it with her!

"That, what you just did. What's that all about?"

"What did I do," he asked innocently, doing it again, this time on the upper part of Kitty's head shadow.

"That, what you just did."

"What oh, that, oh my foot just fell asleep, listening to you talk," yawning, "frankly I find you quite boring, and so does my foot I guess, more so. I was just trying to," thumping it a few times, on Kitty's shadow, "trying to get it to wake up. Oh great, now," jumping onto the middle part of Kitty's shadow with both feet, "both feet are asleep. You're it, got your shadow, Kitty!" He chuckles and tags her and grabs his duffle bag takes off running!

"Syd, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah right, get back here, Sydney, no fair, cheater, I didn't even know we're playing! Get back here!"

"Yeah right, sure! Yeah sure you didn't, don't give me that BS! You did so know! I got your shadow Kitty, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, I stomped it, I got your shadow, Kitty, your shadow, I got it Kitty, shadow kitty-kitty cat, meow, meow, meow!"

"Syd, you brat, ooh you get back here right now!"

"Professor, you don't think, Kitty got her," Jean gasped.

"I believe that's exactly how she got it."

"So that means that guy is Kitty's..."

"No, Scott, I think Kitty simply picked her codename from a simple childhood game, with a dear friend." They could still hear them both running around on the upper balcony by the stairs and laughing it up and having fun.

He hadn't had so much fun playing tag like this with Kitty in years; it brought back a happy flood of emotions and joy. They chased after each other for a while, running around, and inside and back out of a few rooms, catching and tagging the other one out, and being chased. They were running around for almost 5 minutes, in blatant disregard of the disturbance they might be causing to the other students', as they ran in and out of some other student's rooms and around them, running off down the hallway. "Hey, can't catch me," Syd teased as he ran inside a room and stopped. "Alright, cool, I love it, the Drama Room. Aaah, ow, that hurt," he dramatically screamed when Kitty caught up to him and she jumped on his shadow and tagged him out! Enough of that for now, and announced, "You win!" Getting up on the stage, he grabbed the mike and started up. Dramatically and enhanced he quoted, the famous lines. "To be, or not to be: that is the question: whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them. To die: to sleep; no more..."

"Whoa, Sydney, you, totally blew me away with that, you like Shakespeare? I can't believe you could memorize that whole bit, that's like totally hard."

"Yeah, totally, I got the whole thing memorized. I love the theatre, even the old time stuff, ohh Romeo and Juliette, romance, I want to be an actor, or do something fun and productive with my life. I can totally get into acting and voice acting with my talents."

"Ha, ha, well I know someone who would have loved to hear you do that, to recite Shakespeare, like that, he's totally into the theatre too, or at least the whole poetry Shakespeare thing."

"Oh cool, so when can I meet him, who is he?"

"Uh, Hank, and I don't think that's such a good idea, if you meet him."

"Well why not?"

"Maybe we should save that, until you're ready to go home."

"Hmm, hey, Kitty, Truth or Dare?"

"Uhh, truth I'll take truth."

"What's the real reason? Think I'll freak out or something?"

"Yes, or worse."

"Worse, like what, I'll be so freaked out that I need to change my obviously overly colored purple pants; that kind of freaked out?"

Giggling, "Uh, maybe, it might happen. Look, I'll level with you, but first I need to ask you an important question first, before I can really tell you. Do you still hate prejudice?"

"Big time, anyone who is a bigot deserves a swift kick in the pants."

"What if they are really, like really, really, different, like, you know, special different?"

"Everyone is different, Kitty, the world would be pretty boring place if we were all the same. However with that said, we're also all the same, inside, God created us all equally, and loves us all unconditionally, and if anyone who doesn't get that, or rather refused to believe that, is pretty stupid. That's the way I always try to see things, through my Savior's eyes. Kitty, I'm your friend, if you got a secret, you feel you can't tell the others, you can tell me, and I won't say anything to the others."

"Secret, secret like what," she asks way too innocently.

"Heh, guess it has been too long. Fine, penalty dare. Show me where Scott's room is then."

Now she was worried and wondering, why he wanted to know, "What for?"

"It's your punishment, for not telling me the truth. Punishment penalty dare, you know the rules of the game, you lie or don't tell the whole truth you get a punishment penalty dare you have to do. Show me Scott's room, or spill it, the truth."

"Well it's just, well, Syd, I don't know, I want to tell you, but I'm afraid. I've changed, like a lot, I'm like, not the same person I was before."

"And you don't think I haven't changed? I've changed a lot too, in more ways than I can count. But shame on you, for shame, for not thinking I'm not still your friend, and the same Sydney you could spill secrets and things to," he said the mood suddenly changing. Kitty obviously knew there was no way she getting out of this now, she had to take this punishment dare. She just sighed and nodded and walked off, and he followed his old friend to Scott's room. "Nice room, he's got. Meet me out here at precisely 3:00 in the A.M. and we'll see how Mr. big shot, stiff pants, likes it when perfection takes a turn for the worst. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to be shown to my room, or to your room."

"Syd, are you mad at me?"

"No, just, a little disappointed is all; I wish you would tell me the truth, that's all. I thought it would be like in the old days when we shared secrets, played together, joked, and had fun. But I guess things, change. Yeah, change, things sure do change alright, faster than I do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just a, personnel, inside joke, about myself, sigh, but I guess you wouldn't seem to understand something like that. If you can't tell me, your secret, I won't tell you my secret." Showed to her room, he sat on Kitty's bed, plopped his duffle bag on the floor and took off his backpack and also put it on the floor. Stretching out on her bed, he sighed.

"The bathroom is right down the hall, to your right."

"Thanks, I'll find it."

"Uh, do you need anything?"

"No, I'm fine, just, to be left alone, for a bit, it was a long ride here. I just need a moment to myself, if you don't mind."

Sydney dropped a hint of who he might be, anyone catch it or know who he is?