(For a short but goofy little aftermath chapter. Thank you so much SunshineGirl177 and Courtney Summers for reviewing. I really love to hear that people like my story. I also must pay tribute to Brad Sherwood on Whose Line is it Anyway for Pietro's little song. Enjoy.)
John and Lorna both got up from their alarm clocks. John told her about what he saw on the news and that everyone thought the damage at the soccer field was caused by a fireworks accident. "At least something's looking up around here." she said before they entered the living room, only to find the other Brotherhood members all lying on the floor passed out from drinking too much.
"WAKE UP!" yelled Lorna. All the boys were instantly awake and screaming. "Get up, we're going to school. Xavier altered everyone's memories at the game last night so everyone thinks it was fireworks that caused all the damage." said Lorna before heading towards the kitchen.
"Well then I guess I better get ready." said Lance who wobbled towards the bathroom.
"Forget that, I'm not going until my hangover is done." said Toad. Everyone else agreed. While the others past out again, Lorna, Lance, and John all drove to school in Lance's jeep. (Of course, Lorna was driving. Lance can't drive drunk.)
When they got to school, they had to help Lance walk inside. "Lance the next time you get a hangover, make sure it's on the weekend." growled Lorna.
"Kitty." Lance muttered. Both John and Dale both shook their heads.
They set him down in the cafeteria and got their own seats waiting for the bell. "She's never gonna talk to me again." John moaned to himself.
Lorna slapped her face. "Not you too." she growled.
"It's okay man. All you've got to do is show her just how much you really care about her." Lance said in a funny voice.
"Yeah, be like Lance and try to impress a girl by squashing the principal with a scoreboard." replied Lorna.
Later on in Literature class, it was already the second day and everyone had to get partners for a big project coming up. And of course, the teacher was choosing partners and chose Rogue and Lorna to work together. Both of them moaned. At lunch, Rogue was already complaining to the rest of the X-Men. "Ah can't believe this. Why is it ah always have to work with somebody on opposing teams?" she moaned, remembering being partnered with Scott when she was with the Brotherhood.
"Hey at least you don't have phys ed class with Pietro. The guy gives me a wedgie everyday no matter what I do." said Daniels. No sooner did he say that when the rest of the Brotherhood showed up and I mean every one of them.
They were still somewhat drunk but could walk straight as they took their seats. Both sides were glaring at one another. Of course, Pietro was the first to say something to the Brotherhood. "You know something boys, I think we should have a little karaoke." he said.
"Huh?" said Kine.
"You know a little karaoke. Singing, dancing, that kind of stuff." said Pietro.
"And sing about what?" said Fred.
"My favorite topic of course. Tormenting Daniels" snickered Pietro. The others all shrugged and started clapping to a tune. Everyone glanced over at them when Pietro started singing. "Well I knew Daniel's mother, yes I must tell the truth. When she was nursing Evan, her milk was ninety proof. She wanted to kick the habit, she didn't know what to do. But if your child looked like that then you'd be drinking too." Everyone in the cafeteria (except the X-Men) busted up laughing. Daniels was about to charge at Pietro before Summers and Kurt held him back. All the Brotherhood boys were clapping and cheering. Lorna rolled her eyes, annoyed.
"That's enough Maximoff. Another chorus and it's detention for a week." said Mr. Thompson who overheard the commotion.
"Oh, come now. We were just having a little fun." chuckled Pietro as he sat down.
"I'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna kill him!" yelled Daniels.
(Do ya like it? Let me know. And from now on, I am going to be adding hints as to what happens next chapter at the end. Next up is some fun at the Bayville Carnival Fundraiser. Yes, that's a disaster waiting to happen.)
