Kurt lives with his father Azazel or as a forgien exchange student at Kitty's house. I haven';t decided yet. I'll let you decide. And I know a friendship between John and Scott would be a longshot, but still, bear with me.

After school, Rogue smiled at Jean who looked at her skeptically.

"Why are you so happy?" She asked Rogue slowly.

"Oh, nothing...I just found a really interesting love letter..."

"For you?"

"No you." Rogue proceded to read her what the note said.

"Aw! That's cute."

"You do know if uncle Logan sees this, he's gonna kill a lot of people...And ground you."

"You're right, let's hide it. Gimme." Jean has her hand out and Rogue laughs and tucks it in her inside coat pocket.

"Um no, shugah. Here's how it works. Either you do exactly what I say or this goes to Uncle Logan. Deal."

Jean sighs and nods. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now, go be a good little cousin and ride off into the sunset with your idiot." Rogue says as she hops in her old chevy pick-up truck.

Meanwhile

Scott sighed as he saw Jean hop in Duncan's car. John elbowed him.

"Mate, you gotta stop doing that." John says before flickering his lighter on and off again.

"I can't help it, man. She's just so beautiful." Scott says wistfully.

"Then ask the sheila out."

"I can't. Coach Logan would totally go all Freddy Crugeur Daddy on me."

"Actually that's their uncle."

"Whatever." Scott went back to staring at Jean. "What I'd do...Hey, maybe I could ask if she wants me to tutor her in science and then take her to a magic show!"

"Your logic is beyond my comprehension, but it's worth a shot, I suppose." John says.

"I'll ask her tomorrow." Scott told John as they took their seats in Scotts red mustang.

"I ever tell you how much I LOVE your car...Cuz, I love it. Alot." John smiles.

"I bet that's the only reason you're my friend." Scott teases.

John is silent for a good pause before yelling. "What! Me? Noooo!"

Back at the Logan household

"Um, uncle Logan... I was, like, wondering...since I'm almost old enough to vote, because in a few months I'll be 18...I was wondering-" Jean stuttered as Logan went through his mail.

"Bill, bill, bill, bill, not bill, bill, bill, college application for University of Iowa, bill, bill, WHAT THE!" Logan threw everything down and screamed, "ANNA MARIE DARKHOLME-HOWLETT!"

Rogue walked into the kitchen from the living room. "What?"

"What the heck is this?" Logan asked and Rogue's eyes widened. She snatched the folder and squealed.

"OH MY GOD! I GOT ACCEPTED!"

"What? I thought you were going to a college around here?" Logan asked.

"No way. This is like one of the best writing colleges I know of!"

"UNCLE LOGAN ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" Jean screams.

"What? Oh, yes, darlin'. What is it?"

"Ugh! Well, there's this boy I like and since I turn 18 in a few months, I was wondering if I could be allowed to date." Jean asks.

Logan's eyes bulge. "What was my major rule?"

"Not under any circumstances shall there be anything Beiber centric or Twilight in this household?" Rogue says as she hops on the counter.

"No." Logan grumbles out. "There's no dating until you leave this house."

"But, uncle Logan!"

"No buts!"

"But uncle Logan, dating is a good experience. It'll make me feel normal, unlike felling like a total loser with y unknown mutation at school. And when I get married I'll, like, hace experience with boys!" Jean says enthusiastically.

Logan sighs. "Fine Jean can date."

Both the girls look at him with big eyes.

"When Rogue does." Logan finishes and walks out the room. Rogue laughs out loud and Jean scoffs.

"HER! BUT SHE WON'T DATE ANYBODY!"

"Then you'll never date anybody!" Logan fires back at her.

Jean glares at the laughing Rogue. "Why can't you just be normal for once?"

Rogue smiles evily. "Hey, Logan. Jean got a note today!"

Jean's eyes widen and she mouths her apologizies.

"Yeah, sayin' what?"

Jean groans and Rogue smiles. "It said she was a very good student."

"Good, but she still can't date."

Jean sighs when he leaves. "You...forget it. What do you want from me?"

"You're my ho for a month. You'll do as I say, or else you'll get pimp slapped. Cook, clean, do my homework. Now, I've got some math homework you need to do."

Jean sighed. "Yes ma'am."

"I love bein' me."

Ok, haha. I like this chapter for some reason. I swear Remy'll be in it soon.