Hey, sorry I haven't updated in a while, but here you go.
Chapter 3: embarrassment
I met a few people's eyes. I hoped I could answer their questions.
"Will we ever reach our cause?" a stern voice asked. Of course Cyclops would ask this. I looked down at my sneakers. I wasn't entirely sure if they ever did, or not.
"I... don't really know, but they're still making X-Men comics today and the newest X-Men movie is coming out in 2014." It took me a second to understand their incredulous faces.
"Jest wut year are y'all frum, sugar?" I heard a familiar southern accent ask. Rogue was one of Ashley's favorites, so I knew without even looking that my sister was beaming.
"In our dimension it's 2013," I replied. "I'm guessing by everyone's hair, that we're now in the eighties." I laughed.
"What do you mean by our hair?" Jean asked me.
"Well, your hair will change over the years. It starts off long and curly, then it gradually gets shorter, until one day Storm has a Mohawk and Emma Frost has hair barely past her chin." Storm looked horrified. A few people were laughing, trying to picture their third in command doing something so outrageous.
"Who's Emma Frost?" I wasn't sure who asked. Here was the fun part. I loved showing off.
"Emma Frost a.k.a the White Queen is the leader of the hellfire club and an extremely powerful telepath," I got a sly thought and just had to add, "She's also one of Scott's future girlfriends." I bit my lip to keep from laughing at the glare Jean was giving Scott. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. That's when Ashley felt that she had to save him.
"It's not his fault. Jean was dead." Everyone stared at her shocked. Did she ever think before she spoke? Of course not!
"It's no big deal really. She dies like every year. Trust me, she comes back every time."
"What do you mean she comes back every time?" Cyclops asked me, now protectively holding his future wife.
I rolled my eyes. "I mean you're all gonna die at least once, but the writers hate for anybody to stay dead, so every time someone dies they always come back somehow."
They all stared at me like I'd just grown a second head. I knew they were all probably wondering how they'd die, but no one had the guts to ask. I gasped and remembered something. I had just recently read a comic where Iceman, the absolute hottest of them all (ha-ha get it? Iceman hot? Never mind), had turned evil and had to be killed by Colossus.
"Is Bobby Drake here?" I asked, deciding to use his real name. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to recognize him. Would he look like the movie or the comic book or any one of the many marvel TV shows? Besides, there was a group of like twenty people, so he could have been behind someone.
A few seconds later, a cute boy with mouse brown hair walked up to me. He was about three inches taller than me and looked around sixteen, maybe seventeen. He looked more than a little confused as to why I'd just called him out. (... and really cute.) Why on earth would he go evil? I made my tone sound severe and hoped this would work.
"Sometime in the future you turn evil," I watched his eyes widen a little and cut him off before he could protest. "I have no idea why. You just did and later I found out that Colossus had to kill you." He glanced over at the seven foot tall Russian. Ashley laughed.
"She thinks you're really hot and cried for like an hour when you died,"she whispered very loudly.
"I did not!" I cried outraged. "It was like less than a minute... and I cry every time someone dies." Great now he was smirking at me. I honestly had cried for a few minutes when he'd died. I couldn't help it was in my top ten list of favorite X-Men, but what teenage girl is going to admit something like that?
"Alexis, denying it isn't going to make him like you," Ashley 'whispered' loud enough for the whole room to hear. I glared daggers at my sister, who smiled sweetly at me.
"Who said I wanted him to like me?" I asked trying not to glance over at him or any of the now chuckling adults.
"It's okay, every girl thinks I'm hot," he told me cockily. Shoot, why did my sister feel the need to embarrass me like this. At least he gets the hot and cold joke. Why couldn't I think of a good comeback?
"I do not," I said lamely. My cheeks and ears were flaming, probably somewhere close to the color of Jean's hair. Thankfully she decided to save me at that moment.
"Alexis, why don't you come with me and I'll find you both a room."
"Okay," Ashley replied already heading for the door. I just nodded and followed them back into the library and up the staircase, into the dorms. Jean smiled at us before opening a the door to our room.
Hope you liked it. I promise the next one will be longer... and more descriptive.
