A/N: Hi Everyone! Thanks for being patient with me. I know it's taking a while to get to this fic, but I cannot explain how busy I am! Anyways, here's the next chapter. Also: I'd like to give a huge thank you to Verthril for the last line :)

As any good friend would, Jubilee let Marie bunk with her until morning. For whatever amount of time needed, she consoled her friend, rubbed her back, and tried her very best to provide some form of comfort. It didn't take long for Marie to fall into a less than graceful sleep, but Jubilee was relieved that she would at least get some form of beauty rest.

While Marie was asleep, Jubilee was up all night thinking of a way to conspire against Logan. Jubilee couldn't grasp the fact that Logan had betrayed Rogue. Jean was the infamous "Evil Bitch", and he'd chosen that over Badass-Bombshell-Helluva Cook Roguey?!

Jubilee thought of a few interesting ways to make Logan pay for what he'd done. After all, revenge is a dish best served by Jubilation Lee.

The next morning, Marie cracked open her eyes at precisely 8:00 AM, to find Jubilee already awake, putting on a pair of earrings.

"I should've listened to you," a sleepy Marie mumbled.

"Hey, you were just trying to be reasonable. I would've kicked the cranky kitten on the spot, but at least you tried to be civil." Jubilee stated, turning away from her dresser.

"I really thought we got over the Jean-thing, but I guess not," Marie replied, solemnly, as she stretched and sat up on the bed.

"Babe, don't be upset!" Jubilee assured, and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I can't help it Jubes, I actually love Logan. It was way more than a school-girl crush," she said, "I feel like such an idiot. You wait till tonight. I'll give him a good ass kick."

"Chica, we're women. We don't get mad. We get even." Jubilee smirked.

Marie's eyebrows perked up, "continue…"

"I did tell Wolvie that if he ever pissed me off, I'd post embarrassing photos all over his timeline."

"Hmm, and I do think I could supply you with some," Marie replied

"Girl, that's the attitude I'm looking for!" Jubilee smiled, as she plopped down next to her friend on the bed.

Marie grabbed her phone as well, and began looking for some material that they could work with.

As she scrolled through her album, she found a few potentially interesting photos: Logan scratching his butt, Logan in a pair of tighty whities, Logan picking his nose with a claw.

Jubilee peered over her friends shoulder to see all the – weird – pictures of Wolvie.

"Oh my god, how can you stand all that?" Jubilee asked, crinkling her nose when Marie enlarged the "Wolvie picking his nose" picture.

Marie snorted, "Love is blind, Jubes."

The pair sat together giggling and grimacing of all the strange pictures that Marie managed to take of the Big Bad Wolverine, until one thumbnail attracted Jubilee's attention.

"Oooh, babe! What about that!" she said, as she pointed to the photo.

Marie nearly kicked herself for forgetting the particular picture that Jubilee had chosen.

She tapped on the thumbnail, and Jubilee nearly choked when she saw the picture close-up.

It was a beautiful shot of Logan, passed out on the rec room sofa – wearing hooker makeup, and a frilly pink bra. Whoever had worked on the masterpiece was also able to put cute little braids in his hair. The finishing touch was the beer he was still nursing in his hand, but Jubilee was too busy dying of laughter to notice.

"Oh-my…I can't…breathe – when did?! – " Jubilee managed to choke out.

Marie, also laughing from the photograph, eventually replied.

"Remember that crazy mission when Magneto attacked congress?" Marie explained, "Logan was so wiped out after that because of all the strain on his metal through his entire body. So when he got home, washed up, and indulged in a hockey game, he passed out. Then, the kids decided to give him a little makeover."

"Those kids are amazing!" Jubilee squealed

"Aren't they?" Marie smiled, "He couldn't even sense a thing, he was out like a light. I managed to sneak a picture in, and he never found out. The kids got some serious yelling and snarls after, but they thought it was worth it."

"Bless those kiddies, because this is the best form of revenge I can think of!" Jubilee replied, triumphantly.

"Remind me to never piss you off, Jubes," Marie joked.

Logan attempted to find Marie after he realized what a dumbass he could really be.

How the hell could he forget about the dinner that Marie planned for ages? He ran through possible scenarios in his mind. Maybe she was pissed, and would punch a hole right through his chest the moment she saw him. Or maybe she'd be so upset that she wouldn't talk to him, and try her damn best to avoid him at all costs. He couldn't deal with either of them, because this was Marie, not Scooter, not Storm, and definitely not Jubilee. All Logan knew, was that he'd have to make it up to her.

He sniffed out where Marie could possibly be, only to discover that she'd spent the night with the Firecracker for the night.

"Great," he thought, "she was definitely pissed, or upset. Possibly both."

Hearing only evened out breathing; he knew the duo was asleep.

Deciding not to intrude, since he knew Marie could get grumpy when woken up, he padded off to his room to figure out how he'd fix the shit-storm he'd created.

"The Boathouse," he'd finally thought of.

Of course! He'd unveil the keys to Chuck's Boathouse, explain to Marie why he was late in the first place, and things would eventually smooth over. Simple as that.

*beep beep!*

Logan stirred on his bed with a grunt, and checked the time – 12:00 PM. He was in the mood to sleep half the day away, but his stupid phone had gone off at least twenty times in the past hour.

What the hell was so important on that damn blue website that couldn't wait until 2:00 PM?

He threw the white sheet off of him, and rolled over to grab his phone, illuminated on his nightstand.

When he unlocked his phone, his eyes were assaulted with notifications.

"Bobby Drake, Hank McCoy, and 17 others like a photo you were tagged in"

"Scott Summers commented on a photo you were tagged in: 'You engage in such emasculating activities, yet you have the audacity to label me as a Pansy?'"

"Ororo Munroe commented a photo you were tagged in: 'My, My, Logan. Don't you realize that pink is not your colour?'"

"Remy LeBeau commented on a photo you were tagged in: 'Seems like the Wolfman ain't so big and bad after all?'"

"Charles Xavier commented on a photo you were tagged in: 'Logan, I must say, of all skills I could imagine, I would have never guessed that you were capable of "pulling off" the braided hair look."

Okay, what the fuck was going on? What were these people talking about?

He managed to scroll past the comments to find one notification that explained it all.

"Jubilation Lee has tagged you in a photo."

He should've known that Jubilee was the culprit to the stupid comments. He quickly tapped on the highlighted yellow rectangle, and the picture that greeted him made him want to stab the Obnoxious Firecracker in the neck.

It was a picture of him wearing makeup! With a bra on! And with braids in his hair! He remembered yelling at the kids who managed to pull the stunt, but he didn't know some punk got a picture of it too! And that punk just so happened to be Jubilation Lee.

Logan got out of bed with furious rage, and had only one goal in his mind. He was going to find Jubilee, and make her pay.

After slipping on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, Logan flung open his room door and began his hunt.

Logan hurried down the grand stairs of the mansion, only to find himself ridiculed by the students. Didn't the brats realize that he had hypersensitive hearing? He heard all their little sly comments about his cheekbones, and lipstick. In exchange, Logan growled and snarled at the kids with enough ferocity to scare them off.

As he walked briskly through the halls, he bumped into possibly the worst person he could deal with at the moment.

"Logan."

"Scooter."

"Logan, I would say something insulting, but you've embarrassed yourself enough." Scott calmly stated.

"Still a Pansy," Logan grunted, and stalked off.

"Hey, I'm not the one in a push-up bra!" Scott called after him.

Logan continued to walk away, and gave Scott the finger as he made his way down the hall.

After snarling at some other rude kids, questioning his manliness, he made his way towards the kitchen.

As Logan turned the corner, he finally saw it. He spotted the Yellow Blob, bouncing away, without a care in the world. As the Loudmouth grabbed a bottle of mustard, he bolted straight towards her.

Logan stalked towards Jubilee, grabbed her by the shoulder, and spun her around.

"YOU!"

Jubilee was doing regular, nice, and considerate best-friend things. Rogue really wasn't in the mood to get out of bed, even though their little Facebook stunt had made her feel a bit better.

Was that a problem? Of course not! Jubilee was an awesome friend, and she decided to fix the two something to eat and bring it up to her bestie.

Things were going fine and dandy, and until a large hairy hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her away from the delicious and kickass sandwiches she was making.

"YOU!" Logan growled, with a claw threatening to slice off her nose.

"Woah! What the heck, Wolvie? Did someone kick over your litter box or something?" Jubilee asked, incredulously.

"Cut the crap!" Logan yelled, "Why the hell did you post that picture of me on Facebook?"

"What picture?" Jubilee asked, feigning innocence.

"You know I'm not that old," Logan growled, "and you have five seconds to answer, or you're gonna have to grow a new nose!"

"Why are you getting all pissy with me for?" Jubilee argued, "that's what you get for cheating on Rogue, you asshole!"

"What?" Logan asked, irritated, "I didn't - and wouldn't - cheat on Rogue. Ever."

"Yeah?" Jubilee challenged, "So why did you like Jean's relationship status on Facebook?"

"What relationship status?" Logan replied, as he unsheathed the claws. Jubilee realized that Logan was truly confused about the situation. Maybe he was innocent after all. Logan was a really old dude, and the oh-so embarrassing Social Media Noob.

"Ugh, nevermind that, then. But why did I see you come out of Jean's room the other day, lookin' all….messy?" Jubilee asked, using her hands to imitate an afro.

"'Ro's ferret cut loose from its cage and Jean asked me to find the damned thing. That sucker can run! He kept wriggling out of my grip, but we managed to catch him when he was busy chewin' on Jean's hair."

Wait, what?

"So you're telling me that you were never hopping the sack with Jean?" Jubilee inquired, one last time. Just for clarity.

"What are you, a goldfish? I just told you that I was tryin' to help her catch Storm's ferret. Besides, I only did it to get the boathouse for me and Marie for a while."

"Really?" Jubilee replied, eyes lighting up, "That is so sweet, Logan!"

"Yeah, yeah. So where's Marie?" he asked.

"Well…"

Logan knew that look. It was the "Marie-is-upset-at-you-but-it-was-really-just-a-mi sunderstanding" look.

It was time to haul his blazing ass out of the fire.

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