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Kurt never liked to cause people to feel bad about themselves. So when he came to the decision that maybe Polly was not as nice as she had seemed, there was some conflict in his conscience about what to do. He would have turned to Abigail, or Kitty, or even Evan for help, but they were all so close-knit that asking one of them for advice was like posting a help article in a gossip magazine. Jean seemed to be the only person Kurt could think of who could keep a secret relatively secret.
"Jean?" Jean looked up from washing some dishes. She had been unlucky enough to get stuck with the job of washing up after the Sunday dinner (or 'Gorge-Fest', as Evan called it), and so had been cleaning up for half an hour now. Everyone else had scattered either to the pool or the R&R room, claiming at first they had homework to do. But unless their homework included having a gaming tournament on the Playstation 2, the sounds emanating from the room didn't sound very bookish.
"Oh, hi Kurt. What's the matter?" Jean's soft voice immediately reassured Kurt that he had chosen the right person.
"Uh…it's Polly."
"Oh. What about her?"
"I don't think we're suited for each other." Kurt teleported to sit on the table, his tail swishing behind him. Jean smiled as she swept a cloth over a handful of spoons.
"Alright. So I presume you don't know how to tell her this, hm?" Kurt was relieved that he didn't have to spell it out as much as he thought he would have to.
"Yes. I mean, how do I break off with her without hurting her feelings? I don't want her to hate me." Kurt's earnest side broke out, causing Jean to feel a breeze of affection for him. The fact that she had seen Polly wandering into the broom closet with Jason Preemer just the other day made it a lot easier for her to find a solution to Kurt's problem.
"Break it to her gently, in person. Just tell her that you feel like your-" she coughed, "Relationship isn't going very far. Make sure you tell her you still want to be friends. Doesn't leave her with a sour taste in the mouth." Kurt absorbed this advice and turned it over in his head. It seemed considerate enough, and the perfect way to at least vaguely guarantee that there would be no immediate dislike between the two. As soon as Kurt had decided that this was the best way to break up with Polly, Abigail appeared in the doorway.
"Come on, you two. We're having another racing tournament, seeing as Kitty got over exited on her go and phased through the controller." There was a faint cry of protest from the R&R room, and at this Abigail smiled. "The system faulted, so now we're starting again. Kurt, you're with me, and Jean, you're with Scott." A growl from behind Abigail made her jump. As she turned around Logan sauntered into the kitchen and walked over to the fridge. His nostrils flared as he smelt the faint odour of something burning, and when he turned to look at Abigail, her eyes were only just turning back to green. The yellow glow seemed to hang in the air.
"You want to play, Logan?" She asked, knowing the answer before Logan spoke.
"No thanks, kid." He turned to face them, taking a bottle of beer from the fridge. The fridge door closed with a muted 'click'.
"Alright then. Jean, do you want some help?" Abigail noticed (finally) that Jean was still washing up.
"I just need to finish these last few plates, and then dry them. I'll be a couple of minutes, but you can start without me." Jean flicked a curtain of red hair over her shoulder.
"If you let me do it, I'll be a couple of seconds." Abigail said, leaning against the draining board. A small breeze fluttered through the air.
"If you're sure-" Jean started, but Abigail shrugged.
"It's not going to put me out or anything, is it?" And sure enough, within a couple of seconds, the water had vigorously churned over the remaining plates and a strong gust of wind had blown the last few water droplets off them. The plates settled quietly on top of one another on the draining board as the last of the wind died away.
"Alright? Come on then." Abigail, Kurt and Jean made their way to the R&R room, but Logan went over to the dishes to pick up a shard from the floor. He dropped it in the bin as he went by, but as he walked past the sink there was a cheer from the R&R room- and, at the same time, the remaining water leaped up, and then splashed back into the sink, spraying Logan and wetting the plates once again.
Logan decided not to tell Abigail of her mishaps that day. It was almost a relief to see her using her powers, even if they weren't controlled very well. That dismal period when she was so limp was enough to let everyone see that she was not always as energetic as she seemed.
Little did he know that the source of this energy she always had was far more complicated than common hormonal mood swings.
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