"Oh daaaad look what I found!" Rachel chimes as she spun into the main living room. "Moooom!"
Her parents turned to face her from the couch. They were attempting to watch TV while Nathan held the antennae in different positions to get a better signal. The boy was grateful for the distraction because his arm started to feel heavy.
"What do you have there sweetheart?" Scott asked.
"I found you and mom's yearbook in the storage room!" Rachel presented said yearbook as if it were the sacred texts by levitating it toward her parents.
Scott scoffed and turned away. "Oh Rachel, put that thing away. That yearbook is more of a pamphlet if anything. There were only five of us in that class."
"There's no harm in taking a peak." Jean said lightly.
"Yeah dad," Rachel adds. "You have nothing to be afraid of, except this!" The younger redhead flips through the yearbook to the class photos and points to the one of Scott. The teenage Scott in the photo wore a blue sweater vest over a polo that would have gotten him beat up for lunch money. Not to mention the dinky little bowtie that went with it. Even his glasses reflected the glare off of the camera. What a look.
Nathan attempted to stifle his laughter. "There's no way that's you. It's not possible to look like that much of a square."
Scott rolled his eyes from behind his Ruby quartz glasses. "It was the style back then." he muttered. "The other guys wore similar things."
"Yeah but no one can pull it off quite like you dad." Rachel teased, then pointing to the pictures of the other first class males. "Angel wore a whole suit, and wow, look at that smile. What the hell were you doing in your photo dad?" asked Rachel.
Compared to Warren Worthington's award winning smile, Scott Summers had an awkward grin and a little wave of his hand. The others had good photos too. Bobby Drake shot finger guns toward the camera while Hank McCoy had a fairly standard photo. It was also taken before he had all the blue fur.
"Enough Rachel, I think your father looks handsome in that photo." Jean says, partly out of pity and nostalgia.
"Easy for you to say mom. You look great!" Rachel pointed to her mother's photo which was easily the best out of the batch. She wore a green dress with a matching beret that brought out her red hair. She also wore a pretty smile.
Scott frowned. "So I'm the only one who looks like a…"
"A chump?" Nathan supplies with an arched brow.
"Yes…" Scott admits through gritted teeth.. "A chump."
Jean placed a kind hand onto Scott's. "That's not true, you've got good photos in there. I'm sure of it."
"We'll see about that." Rachel flipped through the yearbook, and Scott was right. It was more of a pamphlet due to the sheer lack of photos, but in nearly every other photo Scott was in, he wasn't smiling or the glare took him out of the picture.
Rachel snorted at their graduation photo in which they all wore their costumes with an added graduation cap. This was one of the ones where Scott's face was obscured by glare. But beside him, Jean looked as good as ever.
"I can't believe these got printed." snickered Rachel.
Scott crossed his arms in contempt. "That's because Charles is cheap."
"The Danger Room was very expensive to maintain." Jean added. Expenses had to be cut somewhere, and they were definitely cut in the first class' yearpamphlet.
"Stupid yearpamphlet." Scott mumbled. "I thought I got rid of mine."
"It could have been mom's." Nathan points out innocently.
Scott softly shook his head and sighed. "No… it's mine. I'm sure of it because I got no signatures."
Jean averted her gaze to the ceiling. "Well… it might be a few years too late, but if you want, I could sign it now." she offered sheepishly.
"Oh that's precious if not pathetic." said Scott.
"Not as pathetic as you in the ninth grade." Rachel chastised. "Good God you must've been a teacher's pet, did you really push him around in the wheelchair all the time?"
Scott refrained from going absolutely libid. "Yes." he groaned as his two children laughed at him. "I'm disowning you two by the way."
Jean looked at him with her jaw agape. "Scott!"
Scott waved his hand in dismissal. "I don't mean it. I just feel like I'm always made fun of in this house."
"Dad. Visor glare. It's hilarious." Rachel says.
"It's okay dear," Jean assured her husband. "You're never not going to be made fun of."
Scott raised a brow, barely visible from his glasses. "I didn't expect you to say that." he said.
Jean gave an airy laugh in response. "You have to admit, the pictures are very funny. It builds character, look at you now."
"I see a man whose children do not respect him."
"We respect you dad." said Nathan with a smile. "Takes a lot of guts to wear a sweater vest."
"See what I mean Jean."
"You know what, I'll just… sign this and call it a day." Jean levitated a pen and signed a random page in Scott's yearbook/pamphlet.
"Gee thanks." Scott said sardonically. "Now Rachel, bury that deep into the storage closet where no one else would find it. Or better yet, burn it."
"More like it's going into my personal library!" Rachel joked as she levitated herself away.
"Rachel!"
"You cannot stop me! The world needs to see this!" Rachel shouted back.
Scott hung his head low. "Oh my God."
"You okay dad?" Nathan asked.
"Go back to positioning the antenna."