Getting Out For The Day
Logan couldn't take this anymore; it wasn't like him, to be so quiet. He should be chatting away, catching them up on what Muir Island was like, and what he was doing there all this time, and who his special girl is. For that matter, what is her name, and when could they meet her? "Are you just being quiet, or giving us the silent treatment?"
"Huh? Oh sorry, I got a lot on my mind." He was going over plans, strategies, at the moment, how to do this, what to do, what to say, how to approach this. What way is best, to try to approach this. Mostly he was praying for his sister, and help from God on this, the Wisdom of God, and to have His Angels be there to protect her and him throughout all of this. Morph was so focused on this task, that he hadn't realized that he was being so quiet. Yes, no wonder why Logan was so worried, that wasn't like him at all! He should probably say something, about this, family problem.
Problem was he couldn't tell them, or at least not with the snoop there, she would probably blab it to everyone, well, maybe. He knew that he could trust Logan with this; he knew he wouldn't go to Cyclops, or get the whole damn team involved on a one-mutant mission, especially not with it being so personal, involving a family member, no way. Okay, maybe he might help him, but if he wanted to go solo on this one, he knew that Logan wouldn't stop him, maybe at the worst, tag along, or track him.
The problem is, he wasn't alone, so he couldn't just say that he got a letter from his kid sister, who is getting her mutant powers. It also saying that she was under house arrest, much like he was, by a bitch of a stepmother-to-be that hates mutants. Oh; and also just so happens to be, a member of the Friends Of Humanity too. Yeah, that will go over real well.
Morph had even gone through this obvious scenario in his mind. To just tell them, and maybe buy a change of clothes, leave the two of them at the mall until he comes back, while he drives to the mansion in Logan's Jeep, get in a Mini-Jet, and go on this mission ASAP to go get his sister, and come back with her. But the big problem with that idea is, with Jubilee, she could easily get on a payphone, and blab this right to Scott, as soon as she can, and then, what would happen? Scott would freak out, and go Mr. Military as soon as he finds out, and they would then all be called home, right away. Or rather, he would hear it when he gets back from getting Cassie, if he got that far. Forget the dinner out, forget the clothes, he so desperately needed to get, Scott would freak right he hell out, and Morph knew it! Scott, regardless of the situation, could easily make this out to be much harder than what it needed to be. What, with his mind surely on the added stress of the baby, and the Professor being gone; and all the stress that added to it, it was too much for him, Morph knew.
Even though he was the one who had to pose as the Professor, now, and take on and tackle the most of the responsibilities of the meetings, as the Professor. Yes, he should be worried, but he wasn't, or stressed, or worried about it, at all. That was the big difference between him and Scott. With the peace, and peace of mind, with God in his life, and in his heart, Morph hardly ever got stressed out, or worried, needlessly, over things; it was pointless, and did you no good, as the Bible said. He had also inherited his father's calm demeanor, and knew how to relax, and destress easily, and more importantly knew how to have fun. Scott didn't know how to do this, it seemed, so he might not be in the right frame or state of mind, to handle this simple task, right now. So it was best if he was left in the dark about it, for now. Besides, he loves shapeshifting!
No, the easiest thing was to just go there even by car some time maybe tonight; and get there before she leaves for school, or take her out of school, or wait until after it's over, to get his sister, and not cause any sort of ruckus. If need be, after his sister was safe, maybe getting the police involved, if it was that bad. Problem was he didn't know how bad the situation is or isn't back home. He only had the letter to go by, and from it, things sounded pretty bad back home. Regardless the situation back home, he needed time to strategize, figure out how to approach it, if could it be done peacefully, if yes, that would be best, but if this lady, if she could really be called that, is as horrible, evil, and menacing, as Gyrich is, Morph knew that he needed a much different and better plan than just taking Cassie here. He needed time to figure out exactly how to get her out of there, without getting hurt. Maybe he needed help, maybe.
As much of a goofball that acts like; he really wasn't stupid; in fact, he has quite the strategic mindset too, and could make quite a good sidekick to Scott Summers AKA Cyclops, any day, if he had liked him a little more that is. Yes, Scott could and surely would help out on this problem and mission; he would jump at the opportunity, but damn it, it was his kid sister here we're talking about! What if it was his long lost brother he had mentioned he had, would he want the rest of the team on a mission like that? No way. Especially not if it's one you knew, you could handle yourself. Yes, Morph did promise himself, he would ask for help, if, he needed it. But for now, he really needed this, not only for himself, to get back into the rhythm and groove of being an X-Man, and missions, to soak his feet in the pond of missions, but it had also felt like ages, since he had done a solo mission. So Morph needed this, solo mission, right now, it was the best thing for him. But he wasn't so foolish as to not ask for help, from his teammates, when and if he needed it, but for now, it was best if big brother handled it, himself. It is family after all.
Should he spill it? Maybe not, since the other bigger problem is Morph didn't know Jubilee too well, if she could be the type to be trusted with a secret or not. Yes, he could and really should just say it, what the problem is, but didn't know if Jubilee was trustworthy, yet. Would she tattle on him like a 2-year-old, going straight to Scott? He couldn't take that chance. If he got in trouble, that was fine, to go to Scott, then, for help, but it was a different story and matter altogether for her, like a snoop, to go behind his back, and squeal to Scott right away. There would be plenty of time to do all that, later on, explaining everything, after getting his sister safely to the Xavier School. Especially to his father; that; would be a whole other mission in and of itself; for sure, if he got her here secretly.
Why hadn't she told daddy yet, about her powers coming, and what she thought of Cynthia, and what Cynthia was doing to her? That's what got him, it must be bad, really bad, if she's so freaked out she can't tell daddy what's going on. Maybe it was death threats; verbal and or physical, abuse, could be, uh, maybe not physical, the evidence would be too obvious. Papa may be busy, but he still always listened, especially when it involves his kids. Morph bit his lip and shook his head at the thought of his baby sister being hurt, and got fidgety, wanting to do something about it.
"Penny for your thoughts," asked the old man. Something is up with him. He could smell the slight whiff of the scent fear that had come off from Morph, but without any sort of perceived danger; obviously, it was Morph, who is, worried about, something, but what?
Jokingly as ever, "The price has gone up, and I don't think you can afford it, sorry."
Morph was back, without a doubt, as he smiled, and smirked with a light quiet chuckle, "Name your new price."
Morph was about to speak but quickly closed his mouth. This could work to his advantage, oh yes. And since he knew now, he could speak it. "I need at least two hours, by myself, without the two of you. I'll tell you all about it later, in private, I just can't trust her, yet," he said in Italian.
Responding back in Italian, "Yes, agreed. Take more time if you need it."
"Man I wish I could speak Italian, so I knew what you were saying. What were you two saying anyhow?"
"That's why I said it in Italian because it's none of your business." Yup, Jubilee is a snoop; I probably can't trust her to keep it a secret.
"Oh, I get it, ha, ha, ha; it's about that letter you got, right?"
"What letter?"
"The letter he got from his girlfriend."
"Is that true?" Logan looked at Morph; that would explain everything. Maybe he was antsy to take off and go see her. Okay, now it started to make sense, if he got a letter from his girlfriend, maybe something bad had happened, or was happening, that would explain the slight whiff of fear or worry he had smelled from him. That would explain why he wanted to take off. Logan would let him do so, of course, just so long as he got back in time for the dinner. Oh no, maybe they were breaking up, maybe it was a Dear John letter, he got from her. "Is everything all right in love land?"
"It wasn't a letter from my girlfriend, I told you that," Morph got a bit peeved, as he turned his head over and glared at Jubilee who was sitting the middle backseat. He would not, could not, trust her, not if this is the way she acted.
"Su-u-u-u-r-r-r-r, whatever you say, Morph, whatever you say."
"You are a great big, pain in my neck, and my ass," he said in Italian, "but that's why I like you; because you're a lot like me. Yes, I love you, but I don't trust you."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, oh I missed you so much. She is, a little bit, in her own way, but she's nothing at all like you. And I can't blame you for the other, especially since you don't know her too well. But trust me, you can."
"Yeah? Well maybe, we'll see, I'd rather get to know her and form my own opinion about her first, if you don't mind. But yeah, she's nothing like I am, mainly since she doesn't have a penis, she has a vagina. Course that's not saying too much coming from a shapeshifter, who can change his gender at will."
"Yeah, you big dick," and kicked the back of his seat, and giggled about it.
If Morph hadn't had said anything, Logan would have warned him, that in about two days she would be getting her period, so be nice to her. She was edgy as it was, with it coming. "That's right kiddo; I can make it as big as I want. And sometimes, I don't even need to use my powers."
Logan snorted, "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," the worst part is, he knew that Jubilee wouldn't get that that last remark, not unless she finally figured it out, or someone had finally told her about that sort of stuff! "That was bad, terrible, ha, ha, ha! You can't tell her those kinds of jokes, Morph, ha, ha, ha!"
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, well, why not, she's old enough to hear them, right, it's not like she's…" he was going to say 6 or 8 or some age where that would go over her head. Or for that matter, hearing about such, guy talk, or mildly suggestive, naughty words, was too inappropriate.
"I don't get it what's so funny?"
"Oh, you don't get it! Guess no one told you about the birds and the bees yet. Let's see if you get this." Turning his head around, he could have shifted his head, just his head if he had wanted to, to him, but no, he showed self-control, that he had. "If you want to see the biggest dick in the world, then look no further than the X-Mansion, his name, Scott Summers! Despite he's a big one; he really does have a small one. I ought to know; I can, and have, changed into him!" He made a gesture to show them about how big, or rather how small it was! "That's why he's compensating for it!"
Everyone in the Jeep was laughing, "Oh my God, Morph, nice," slapping him a high-5.
"Oh my God, they were so right about you! I'm so glad you took your time getting changed, so I could go to the bathroom, otherwise, I would be wetting my pants laughing."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, yeah, well, one accident, is quite enough, for one day, huh. Course that's the best kind of laugh there is, wetting yourself laughing. I've had a few of those."
"So um, Morph, ha, ha, ha, ha, uh, umm, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…"
"Yes?"
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, uh, um, well, you really truly are; a guy, right?"
"Yes."
"But say if you change into a woman, do you, have you ever…"
"I know what you're going to ask, and the answer is no. No matter how long I say as a woman, I won't get a monthly visitor, my 'Aunty Flow'. I will get hormonal after a while, but that's just me."
"Hormonal? You get your manly time of the month?"
"Something like that, I crave chocolate, badly at times, and the rest of the time, I'm fine without it. So I could fake it, that time of the month, if I need to, if I need to be a girl, for whatever reason."
"Which brings me to the question; I actually wanted to ask you. Have you, can you, pee like a girl; literally, you know, like an actual girl, does, with everything changed, down there? Everything does change, to that, right? Have you ever done it?"
Morph nearly rolled his eyes at that question, should have known, as the memory flooded his mind. In fact, his first form, his mother, had indeed caused said problem. He had been stuck like that, as her, for hours, before he learned how to change back or revert. So obviously, nature, had called, or rather ended up, screaming. Problem was; he just couldn't, dare pee like that, at first, he just couldn't do it, he couldn't bring himself to do that. He tried to change back, but couldn't do that, he was quite stuck. So of course, after a while, he found that he really had no choice in the matter. Futilely he had danced, crossed, did everything, to avoid the inevitable. But in the end, both curiosity and necessity eventually won out, he knew he couldn't hold it, and he peed, like a girl. He wanted to know by then if he could do that, and what it felt like, and he really, really, really, had to go! "Yes, yes it does, unless I don't want it to, and yes I have peed literally like a girl. Both out of curiosity and out of necessity." It wasn't a bad experience; the relief coupled with the interesting new experience had made him want to try it again in the future, which he had. So now, if need be, he was quite fine with it, peeing like a girl, when needed. However, that first time, admittedly, he was a bit embarrassed, how he had learned, the hard way, despite having a little sister, why girls, wiped, as he cringed slightly at the memory.
"Oh my God, that is so funny!"
"You're too easily amused, kid."
"Hee, hee, I'll say. But then again, so am I. Hey, here's a knee-slapper, for you, when I have the means to, I wipe after I pee. How's that for funny? I only need two or three squares to dab dry."
She was shocked and laughing, "Seriously you do that? I thought all guys just shake it, dry."
"I do shake it dry, and then I dab it dry." Logan was giving him the strangest look. "What?! Yes, I wipe, Logan, don't look at me like that. You pee like a girl, and then come talk to me, why I shouldn't, huh. I learned that one the hard way!" Jubilee sputtered and laughed.
Logan glanced back at her, as he laughed, "Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, I am not even going there!"
"Besides it's good hygiene habits, because it disgusting to me to not wipe, and have that nasty lingering wet spot, ugh, nasty. I don't like it."
"That's why guy's underwear is thicker up front, to absorb that last drop," Logan told his friend matter-of-factly.
"Ugh! My point exactly. It's worse if you wearing boxers not briefs, you get that last drip or two, right down your leg. But I guess you don't mind the wet spot. Well, I know what I'm buying you for the next two years, for your birthday, and Christmas."
"What?"
"White undies; and some bleach!"
"Ohh‼ Oh gross‼" Jubilee was just laughing, "Nice one, Morphy!"
"You, you're an idiot; no guy wipes themselves, after they take a leak, unless they're gay, or got a screw loose." Logan realized a second too late, as he grimaced. Ohh, now, yup, now, he was going to get it, and hear it, from Morph. 'Oh shit, here it comes,' he mouthed out; shaking his head before he could even get an apology out, Logan heard it, big time. First the dirty look, and then, then, he got an earful! Morph could trash-talk, and he let him have it!
"And you're, an insecure, unsympathetic, cretin! Why don't you go circumcise yourself, and while you're at it, cut it off‼?" Logan glared right at him. "What?! You know it will grow right back! Ha, ha, ha, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee! Then you can talk to me about my wiping habit, when you have squatted to pee, a few times, ya dickhead!"
Oh, he got it, he had that coming, he shouldn't have said anything, "Shit, I'm sorry, Morph, I'm really sorry." Come to think of it, he knew Morph couldn't be the only straight guy who wipes, despite his powers factoring in, to it, the decision to wipe.
"Yeah, well you're gonna be really sorry because I'm borrowing your Jeep." Logan was about say something along the lines of objecting, but all he got out was, "Fine," through half-clenched teeth. "What do you need it for?"
"I have to get that part for my project, and our agreement, and…it's personal."
"But Scott said you can't go anywhere without a chaperone, so you can't go anywhere without us there with you."
"Now I know I can't trust her, she will go to him, to tell on me," he said in Italian. But Logan covered for his friend, seems he was not in the mood for nonsense out of her.
"You know, I'm really disappointed in you, Jubilee. I thought you would be more mature than this. I had thought you wouldn't go behind Morph's back like that and tattletale, like a 2-year-old, on him, guess I was wrong. So let me put it to you another way. You breathe a word about him leaving for a bit, to do his own thing, and act like a little 2-year-old, and I'll treat you like one. I'll put you over my knee. You want to be a traitor like Scott, go right ahead, but that will be the last time you ever do it, I assure you."
She was only sort of teasing, really, it was saying it for the sake of saying it, that he was ordered or at the least, told that he needed a chaperone with him. Still regardless, she wasn't going to go tattle on Morph, like that, only if he was actually in trouble, she didn't think it was that fair of Scott either to do that. "I…" Don't say a word, don't say a word. Don't ever argue with Logan, it doesn't ever do you any good anyway. "Wasn't." Then again, she didn't know Morph all that well either, and maybe Scott had a good reason to do what he did. Then again, maybe not.
"You had better not."
"If you tell on me, not only do I, know, Logan will follow through on that threat, but I will never ever trust you, ever. That's why I can't tell you the problem because I can't trust you I don't think. It's one thing if I do get in trouble and you had to tell Scott, then, but it's quite another for you to go behind my back like that just because you can. How do I know you won't squeal to Scott, about even this?"
"I won't. I was only going to do it if you did get into some sort of trouble, but I wouldn't go behind your back and tattle, I'm not like that. I just said that for the sake or saying it, repeating it, that you're not allowed to leave like that. But if you want to go somewhere without us, for a bit, say for some private clothes shopping, then go, you're secret is safe with us, I don't care. I sure wouldn't want anyone around while I was buying underwear. But why would Scott, ground you in the first place?"
All right maybe she's okay, but I need to handle this myself, still; they might both object if they know. "He's an idiot. Maybe it's his weird little way of trying to keep me safe, who knows why he did it, or maybe he's ticked off because I spanked him. People like him, do that kind of crap because they always have to be right, always organized, everything just so. Can't unwind and take the time to have fun and enjoy life. Can't be sloppy can't let things be; it's a crime to leave your room unkempt your bed unmade. In Scott's case, because he can't seem to control his own chaos, so Scott tries to do it in others he thinks he can control, namely me. He never liked my personality from day one. I liked him, but I quickly found out what kind of person he really is. On top of being a borderline narcissist, Scott is a total, boring, perfectionist, douche, through and through. Basically, he doesn't seem to have a personality to speak of, that's why he's so boring. I feel sorry for Scott's kid already, having to grow up with a father like that." Though obviously exaggerated, no one could ever be that way, not even Scott, he figured, but there was some poignant truth in there was well. "'Daddy, daddy, I want to play, let's go make mud pies and paint, please.' Scott looks at the brat and says, 'No, you can't even keep your room clean, why should I let you paint, you'll make too big of a mess, you'll never clean up. Mud pies, dirt, you want to play in the dirt, are you out of your mind? You know my rules; that you're not allowed to get dirty, and to ever have fun.' 'Oh but mommy lets me play in the dirt and cook, and have fun, when you're not around.' 'Mommy is an idiot, and I'm about to put a stop to that, I don't even know the meaning of the word fun, and I don't want to know.'"
"So he likes to be neat and overly organized and he is a bit annoyingly boring; agreed, and it can get on some peoples nerves, but it's not that bad. Is it?"
"It's not him being neat, that's not it. There's nothing wrong with being neat or even a neat freak, to a point. But when you spend more time cooking and cleaning and doing everything else, and never get out to socialize and most importantly to have fun and enjoy yourself and play with your kids, is when you have a big problem. And Scott tends to do that, well aside from the cooking, ugh. There is a big vast huge difference between being a neat freak, and my papa is one. But my papa also loves to play, and he knows how to have fun, and let loose, and relax, and have a good time, and he doesn't even mind getting dirty to do it. In fact, for him, doing most of the cleanup afterwards, is part of the fun. Scott, however, is a total asinine, anal, perfectionist, who loves to degrade and rag on you every chance he gets, when he doesn't get his way, and believe me, that Scott's both a perfectionist and an anal neat freak. You get a control freak type personally, like that, and they're very hard to please, yet want to be pleased all the time. They're worse than a dumb dog, following you around all day. You can only take so much of that, before you snap, and yell, and want to kick the damn thing. Hence, why I prank him, all the time, he gets on my nerves all the time. That's what makes people like him so hard to be around at times. That's why I have to prank him. He needs to be taken down a peg or three, plus he's an idiot, and boring as hell, and wound-up tighter than an 8-day clock. It's not good for him, it will kill him. Huh, knowing him, huh yeah, Scott will probably die that way. Boohoo, here lies Scott Summers, died as he lived, a boring moron. Can't get down and dirty, can't play, I have to stay clean. I'm surprised that they even managed to get pregnant, the way Scott is. It's actually probably a Divine miracle, it happened. Scott probably thinks it's too dirty in all senses of the word, to even do that."
"Pfffft, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, that's true, s-s, so true, it took them long enough, to figure it out. Actually, what you said earlier about being a good example, setting a good example, for Jubilee and any others, well, you're actually the only good example. Scott and Jean, they've been going at it like rabbits for quite a while now, pretty much every night. I just didn't want to say anything about it at the table you know."
"What?!" Morph was just shocked to hear this, as he laughed awkwardly, not knowing how to take the news, and was still shocked about it, when he got over his giddiness. Morph never would dare do that to his girlfriend; he had so much respect for her and her body, to dare do that. So it was hard for Morph to ever imagine it. He never would have dreamed that Scott would be that type of person, to do that, to have sex, before they even got married! Jean too! Most women still even nowadays save it for marriage! Oh, wait, then again, maybe it was because of him, he realized. "They've been boinking, outside of marriage, really? Wow! Wait. Was this before or after I 'married' them?"
"Oh yeah, and without protection, at least, a few times, I overheard Scott say that he didn't have any condoms. And yes, they were doing it long before, and especially after you got them 'hitched'. So, yeah, Scott is a liar, he'll deny it too, but I hear them, what they get up to at night, and yes, that's most nights, usually 3 or 4 times a week." Oh, that look on Morph's face was priceless Jubilee's too. "Ha, ha, ha, ha, yeah, that much, kids. That's why he hasn't croaked yet. But yeah he really is wound up tighter than an 8-day clock, but that's where he gets his release from, by having sex with Jean. But I'm surprised as you are that she didn't get pregnant before now, they go at it. Not unless Jean's on the pill and Cyke has wised up, finally. I overheard him a few nights giggling about it with Jean. 'I swiped some condoms from the med lab again', and then some other nights I hear him saying, 'shhh, don't say anything, but I raided Remy's sock drawer', or 'I just took his stash of shrink-wrap'. Course, he's too embarrassed, to ever replace them."
"Hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, hee, so true! Don't be like Scott, ever, that's not real love, that's just sex, there's a vast difference between, just having sex, and making love. And they're just having sex, doing it, for the sake of doing it, they're not making love, I can nearly guarantee it. Chances are Jean isn't too interested, but does enjoy it, to a point. If Scott keeps that up, just has sex with Jean, and doesn't make love with her, then it won't last very long. I'll give the marriage 3 years tops, then you'll get your chance again. I know you will treat her properly, the way she deserves to be treated."
"Yeah, you're probably right, it won't last, but I say 5 years, have a little more faith."
"I'll go for 4, in the middle of you two. So what are some funny escapades you've done, to tick off Scott, to not die at an early age?"
"Well, one time, I stayed as a hot blonde bombshell, for over 2 weeks just to tick Scott off, 'bet you wish you can sleep with this'. That was bad I admit, but I was wondering if he would give in to temptation. But then again he did know it was me the whole time. Then I start with the PMS thing. I did so much to him, too many to list, yet we're still friends, I just don't trust the creep."
They arrived at the mall, and Logan handed over his keys to Morph. "Don't scratch my Jeep or put a dent in it."
"I'm a careful driver, not to worry. I should be back in about 2 hours, or so."
"We'll be in the food court by then waiting for you."
"Meanwhile, I'll do what I do best, by scouting out some clothes and deals for you, while we wait for you to get back."
"Appreciate it." Though he was going to use Logan's Jeep to get done the things he needed to do, Logan's Jeep never left the parking lot. As much as he hated black and as tacky as the sweats with sandals and a brown bomber jacket looked on him, he went as is. And as the song goes: now the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. As such, it takes all kinds; and in New York, there were all kinds of weirdos living here, he fit right in. So he didn't use his powers to change them. He wanted to be able to honestly say and prove to Scott that he could go well over a day without using his powers. His first stop was to get a word to his sister. There was an Internet computer center, where people, who needed to use a computer, or get Internet access, could go free of charge. He got on one and got himself a new email address, one with a not so obvious email screen name. "Hopefully, she will get this email today, maybe, it's late, though, it's passed 1:30 now, so she's long past her lunch hour. Oh well, at least maybe she will get it tomorrow, it will give me some time to figure out something, anyhow." Morph getting out her email address quickly composed a short email to send to her saying just this. 'I just got your letter today. You are in very grave danger, and I'm 100% certain you will get them very soon. I'm here to help. I'll get you out, just as soon as I can. Signed, a friend.' Morph couldn't tell her who he is, and of course, he just loves surprises, besides, confidentially is the key thing here, right now, he had to remain anonymous. Morph was just going to leave it at that, but thought it might be best if they set up an arranged time, to chat online, or maybe she can call the Xavier School, or better yet, he could call her. Heck, he didn't even leave her any sort of information, on how to get in contact with him! "Shoot, I gotta email her back; I have to leave her some sort of contact info, but what?"
The usual rule was, if you behaved yourself, and got your work done quickly, before the end of the class, you were allowed to have that extra time, to use the computer for your own personal use. Say check emails, or browse the Web, but not to play games, unless it was Solitaire, Hearts, or Mahjong, only games like that. Cassie did just that, checked her email under her new email address. There in the email's subject bar, was 'I just got your letter today' her letter had made it to its destination safely, and got a response back! "Gasp, yes, oh yes, I got an email back from them." The teacher put a finger to her lips to hush Cassie, and Cassie grimaces a bit looking apologetic for the excited disturbance. Her teacher smiled back, she was nice, despite her and the rest of the class knowing Cassie, being one, or possibility becoming, a mutant. Shit, ohh, I hope Cynthia doesn't show up, she usually does show-up a few minutes before the end of this class. And whoever sent me this is still online. I know the teacher won't like this, but I gotta risk it. {Who are you?}
"Oh perfect, she's online now, she just logged in. She must be in her computer class. Oh if she only knew who this was, she would spaz." Some guy looked over his way. "I'm her big brother; she doesn't know that I'm back home yet, I just got back in town yesterday." They got a chat session going and he talked to his sister, anonymously, of course. {A friend, I'm here to help. Just got your letter today and I'm here to help. I'll get you out of there, I promise.}
{Can I, at least, know your name?}
{No.}
{Why?}
{It's a secret, anonymity is my best defense, sorry, I can't tell you. Most of my friends don't even know me by my real name, so don't feel bad. But you'll know who I am, soon enough, but for now, it's top secret.}
"Okay, I get it." {So how, and when?}
{I haven't worked that out yet. I was thinking today, but I don't think that will work out. I can try for tomorrow. I was just about to email you back and ask you what way is best to get into contact with you, or tell you how to contact us. What's better or safer for you, for me to call you or you call the school? I'll give you the number.}
{I don't know. I don't think either of those will work, the bitch usually answers the phone, when she's there.}
"Hmm, great, now what? Oh, I know." {Do you think you can stay up late, or get up late at night, and come online and chat with me tonight? We can work out the details then.}
{That might work. How late?}
{Past 1, or later, I'll be up most of the night.}
{I'll try.}
{Will yourself to get up then, it's important. Try drinking a lot of water before bed too.}
As much as the teacher tried to forbid chat sessions, she couldn't always monitor everything, so she usually let it slide, most times, if the child proved to be responsible, after reading the chat session. Cassie was aware of this of course, so she was looking around with just her eyes, keeping watch of the door and the teacher. The teacher didn't usually like the kids to chat online, because of the obvious trouble that they could get into doing that. In fact, if her teacher reads this chat session, she might freak out, that she was going to be kidnaped. Yes, Cassie knew that that was a big possibility, she wasn't stupid, far from it, but she also knew that the alternative was far worse, much worse, namely Cynthia. However, as Cassie's good ears told her, someone, was now approaching the door, long before it was opened, it was about that time, predictably, and she confirmed the trouble in her peripheral vision, after she was safe, long before it was too late. Her ears gave her plenty of time to do something about it, to not get caught. {Good idea that might}… She quickly hit the enter key before she had finished typing out what she wanted to say. Shutting off both the chat session, and her email by hitting the function key Ctrl + F4 twice, she would have to logoff her email later, as she hit Alt + Tab, to get back onto the assignment she had for school to do. It was the fastest and safest way to do it, rather than use the mouse to shut things off, it would look like she was just typing something out if she was caught. The teacher catching her chatting online would have been far better than being busted by Cynthia that's for sure! If she had been mistaken, she would get back on the chat, session, but her ears were indeed right, and by the time Cynthia had left, it was too late to get back to the chat session. Oh well, tonight, then, tonight, they could and would chat. She would will herself up and drink a lot of liquids before bed. At least she was able to zip back and quickly logoff, before dashing off to get to her next class. "I'm fine, don't worry, whoever you are."
Suddenly Cass was offline. "What happened?" He waited until past 2 but Cassie never came back to chat. Now he was worried. Well she did say this cow does come to check on her at school, she must have showed up, and she had to shut it down before she was caught. Or worse, as Morph bit his lip. There was nothing that he could do, but hope and pray. He had left her another email that she did see. 'I hope you're okay.' 'I don't know why you suddenly left. Did you get caught by the teacher, or worse, that bitch? Anyway, I'm praying you're okay. If you can, please come chat with me tonight, when it will be hopefully safer to talk.' Off to go get his special part; he had ordered it from Muir Island, so it should be here by now, and it was. The last stop was getting a cell phone. Not only was it needed this day and age, but also, he would need it for his project anyhow, to test it out, once he had finished it. Since the cell phone was pre-charged and ready to go, Morph made his first phone call on it. "Hey, sweetheart, it's me." 'Where are you calling from', she asked him, well, once she was done taking someone's order, he just had to wait almost 2 minutes. "Just got a new cell phone, if you're ready I'll give you the number. But first, I need to know, are you free tonight? The gang is going out to eat at a restaurant; I thought it would be fun if you could come." Though she did live within a 5-minute walking distance, to her workplace or to her home, it sounded like she was still in the restaurant, working. "It's past 2, I thought you were off work at 1:30, but it sounds like you're still at work."
"I am off work, at least I'm supposed to be, but someone still hasn't showed up for their shift, so I'm covering for them. I can leave anytime, if I want though. I'm just being nice and covering for them until they arrived. Why? Where are you?"
"Back in New York and want to know if you want to go out with me and the gang for dinner. I want to introduce you to them." She said yes and was already leaving while he gave her the phone number to his cell phone and details that he knew, namely, it was at 8, and there would be karaoke there, so they could sing. As fun as that sounded though, she hadn't promised, she would be able to make it, on time at least, but she did say she would at least try. It was a good 6-hour drive at least. Even if she left now and changed, she wouldn't be there on time to go to the dinner, or would be there pretty late into it. At the very least, she would see him later on sometime tonight. He would have to call her back in a little while, though, with the rest of the details, as to what type of restaurant they were going to, the name, directions, and all that. But they type of restaurant they were going to wouldn't matter, airing on the side of caution; she would dress up nicely, for a fancy restaurant, and take an extra change of regular clothes to change into later. Morph returned to the mall after that, and found them at the food courts, at the time they had agreed upon, as he tossed Logan's keys, "Here, catch."
Checking his watch, "Just over an hour and a half, not bad. Is she in one piece?"
"Of course, the best driver is one who doesn't drive. I got in your Jeep, and buckled up, and as I was adjusting the seat and mirrors, that's when I hear the Good Lord speaking to me. 'Son, you can't drive.' I didn't get it at first. Huh, but I know how to drive a vehicle, I haven't forgotten how to drive. Again, the Holy Spirit warned me. 'Son, no, you really can't be driving now.' Why? 'Because you shouldn't, check your pocket.' That's when I realized what the Holy Spirit might be trying to tell me. I checked my wallet and driver's license, and sure enough, it's expired. I can't drive, so I took the bus."
"Oh wow that's neat; you can really talk to God?" She was met with a nod. Jubilee was very surprised, someone could really talk to God, aside from just praying to Him, that someone could really actually hear His Voice like that.
"All the time, the Holy Spirit and I are BFF's. I had lost track the days while I was at Muir Island, I hadn't realized. If the Holy Spirt hadn't warned me and I had gotten caught I would have been in big trouble. In addition to driving your Jeep, I would be really in for it, driving with an expired license, in someone else's vehicle."
"Ah, so you forgot it was expired?"
"Totally forgot all about it, over 3 weeks, I checked though, my pilot's license is still good for a few more months, so I can still fly. I thanked the Holy Spirit for reminding me, and I got on a bus. So unless someone just recently bumped into it she's fine, when I looked at it putting my part in the back on your trunk. And yes I locked it." They had done the needed shopping, mainly namely getting a suitable outfit for the restaurant tonight, as Morph quizzed them on where they were going out to eat. Fancy one, or a regular one, what's the name, where is it? With that information, Morph went off to the washroom, called his girlfriend up, and gave her a message with all the details, and finally changed into some normal clothes, namely the outfit he was wearing to the restaurant tonight. Navy colored jeans, and a longish yellow button-down shirt, with multicolored dots, with a v-cut at the bottom. "So, what do you think? I still have to get shoes, but this one for the restaurant? It's nice enough for the restaurant, but yet it's still me."
"That looks so nice on you."
"Yeah, bud, looking good." If I weren't playing along, I would start calling you by your actual name. "Figured it out yet? Got any clue what his name is?"
"No. Bubba?"
"No! Oh man, I'm not a redneck." Doing a natural imitation of Bubba J., "Hehe, heh, I like NASCAR, and drinking beer!" (If you don't know, go look Bubba J. up.)
"That's my favorite sport. So is NASCAR."
Obviously, the joke and humor were lost on her, as she gave them a puzzled look. She tried to focus on trying to figure out his name. The only thing they call him is Morph, hmm. "Maury."
"Nope."
They did a bit more shopping, one outfit wasn't going to cut it obviously, and there were other things he needed to get as well. Logan, for the most part, came begrudgingly along, especially when Jubilee wanted to go into this one shop. Besides, Morph could take care of his own shopping, and although Morph appreciated the help, a lot, Jubilee was a good shopper, but he seemed at times, just as annoyed as Logan, for having two tails. "In here, please? It's natural stuff."
"In there, no way, I know the stuff they make in there is not natural."
"Ugh, you're not kidding. He's right; most of it is chemical crap."
"I had no idea. I thought their stuff was natural."
"Some of it is, but most of it isn't, false advertising. It has to say it's 100% natural, but that isn't I can tell you that right now."
"If you're after something natural, I think I know of a place that does sell natural stuff like that; you might be interested in going to. Are you coming with?" It seemed like the perfect solution since he couldn't get them off his ass, to get in shopping done for his girl, or even look around, for a gift for her. He adored the scent, she wore, and he knew where she got it from, he just had to find the shop. The guy was based out in Pittsburgh, but he had a few shops, even in New York, and since Morph was pretty much finished with his clothes shopping, for the most part, it seemed like the perfect time to head back home, or take a drive out to try and find the place.
He had little to no choice, but to come along. If it was in walking distance, fine, he could let the kids go. But this place was not in walking distance, as it turned out, and with Morph not having any drivers insurance, he had no choice, but to drive the kids there. "All right, all right, wherever you want to go, just don't make me regret it." Seems the drive there, nor the shop wasn't as regrettable as he was thinking this place might be. They had to park way up the road and walk down, but what could you do. He looked at the shop and shook his head, "Girl stuff."
"Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm sure you'll find something in here you will like."
"I doubt it." Well at least it wasn't bothering his nose, yes, there was a bit of an olfactory overload, when he walked in, but he was used to it, but surprisingly, it was natural smelling. Sniff, hmm, guess it's not so bad, still a bit girly if you ask me."
"See, hee, hee, hee, hee, see it's not so bad."
"Sniff, sniff, yeah, at least it's all natural stuff."
"Yeah, and I'll bet you'll even find something you'll like."
"I doubt it, but go ahead."
Morph and Jubilee looked around and Morph soon came over with something, "How about this, it smells like roses."
"Do I look like I need body lotion? That stuff is for girls; especially rose-scented stuff."
"It's for men too. Come on, even you probably get dry skin, or would like soft skin."
"You're gay." Morph shook his head and laughed, knowing he was being playfully teased. "Like I said, you're gay."
"Shut up, I'm straight. I have a girlfriend you know."
"Oooh! Good cover. Where is she? When can we meet her?"
"In my hometown, smart aleck, where else. Well, not right now, but I will introduce you all to her very soon." Morph looked around a bit and grabbed something else. "Here, they got hand cream, tough guy."
"I don't need hand cream either. Even if it smells like lavender." Okay that stuff did smell nice as he sniffed the sample container; it didn't have any unnatural chemicals in it. Natural essential oil, lavender to be exact, coconut oil, and the other ingredients that were also completely natural. As nice as it smelled to his nose, he didn't need hand cream, as much as he liked the smell of lavender.
"You're hopeless," Jubilee shook her head.
"Do you like the smell of it at least?" Morph was pleased that his question was met with a nod. "Soap maybe then? If you don't mind the smell of lavender, hey, hey, yes, have lavender scented soap. I hear lavender helps you to relax. Maybe this will help you, unwind, after a hard day, big guy."
Couldn't hurt, agreed, some smells were more relaxing than others were, and there was such a thing as aromatherapy. It was just soap, that wouldn't harm his manly pride at all, and it didn't smell awful, or worse, like it was full chemicals, as most bar soaps that you find in most grocery stores truly are. It was all naturally made stuff. With a good sniff, he could tell exactly what the product was made up of, without having to read the ingredients label card, natural stuff. In fact, he did kind of feel a little more relaxed. "Fine, soap, whoop-dee-doo. Fine, I'll get two bars of the lavender soap, then, since it's 2 for $5. I'll be outside waiting for you when you're done in here, you crazy chicks you."
"Like I said, hopeless. Well at least he found some soap. Too bad he can't stand even being in this place, pathetic."
"Don't be mean kiddo; he can still hear you out there ya know. Besides, you can't blame him, certain smells are overwhelming, and a lot of guys can't stand the smell of certain things, and it's not just guys. Just wait until you're older, and you find your, Mr. Right, and get hitched, and get pregnant, then you'll understand. I hear women who are pregnant, smell everything. Just ask Jean, I'll bet you she can tell you, it's true."
The woman, who was working the till, as well and helping the customers, had overheard their conversation. "It's true; I never did understand that, until I became a mommy myself, how my mother could decide where she wanted to eat, just by going in and smelling the place."
Jubilee shopped around for the things that she wanted to get. "I'm gonna get this. You after some soap too maybe?"
"Yeah, but something else too, it's a surprise, for my special friend, mmm, I love it. So I don't want you to see what I get."
"A surprise for a special someone, hmm?" Jubilee never did see what he got; as he had waited until she left, before he got it, and he had hid it in his jacket pocket before he left the store. "So, that surprise, is it for me?"
"Heck no!"
"Is it for Wolvie?"
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Sniff, sniff, why would I wear perfume?"
"Is that what you got, perfume? I didn't think you were the type to wear that stuff."
"Who says it's for me." There was a bit more shopping to be done, and a munchie stop to hold them over, but eventually, it was nearing 7:30, and they had to leave to get to the restaurant in time, to meet up with the others.