"My Dark Secret"
By DelCreed
Started: May 26, 2003
Finished: December 4, 2003
Griffin's Note: We really don't know squat about ballet, or what all the moves are called so just go with it okay, we promise not to call any of the moves stuff like 'that bendy leg thing'.
Del: Don't worry I'll try and find a book on ballet or something.
"Speech"
'Thought'
~Jono~
#Griffin#
*****
Jubilee, dressed in a light pink bodysuit and white tights ran quickly about the Snow Valley School franticly searching for something and muttering to herself darkly. Sean, waiting out front, honked the jeep's horn to remind her that he was out there.
"I know, I know keep your hair on Irish." Page, the southern mutant from Kentucky also known as Husk, walked by with their headmistress Emma Frost, she was the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club.
"Miss. Lee aren't you scheduled to be at a dance lesson that starts in-" Emma glanced at her wafer thin, diamond and gold wristwatch, "fourteen minutes?" The jeep honked again as Angelo and Griffin walked in from the living room. Jubilee looked up desperately.
"I can't find my lucky legwarmers, I like looked everywhere… I can't go to class without them!" She then turned to yell out the door, "I'm coming." Page tried to be helpful.
"What do they look like? Do you remember where you had them last? We'll all try and help find them." Page looked at the two boys who nodded in agreement, Jubilee sighed.
"They're blue, with little yellow ducks on them… my mom gave them to me about a month before she di- They're special. I had them for last class but I can't remember after that." Griffin looked at his teammate Angelo, codename Skin because of the 6 feet of extra skin he could manipulate. Jubilee still had trouble talking about her parent's death in a car crash. Learning on that they'd actually been murdered and the crash staged as a cover up didn't help improve her feelings much. The boys rushed off to look in other parts of the mansion. Sean, red faced with anger, barely controlled, stormed in the door just after Page had gone to look in the kitchen.
"Look Lass I've a full day O' work an' I can't be waitin' on ye, you're goin' ta be late as it is, now come on." Jubilee looked at him a moment and sadly picked up her sports bag to followed him out to the jeep. Griffin separated from Angelo, who went to look in the rec room, as he, Griffin, went up to look in his own room for Jubilee's legwarmers. He'd come to realize that people had started to feel so comfortable in the living area he'd created in his attic that they often forgot pieces of themselves when they left. He scanned the crash-pad, saw on the coffee table Jono's CD player, M's latest coloring book waited for her in the old orange recliner he'd recently unearthed at a church bazaar and peeking out from under the big, black, leather couch that 'liked to swallow people' was a hint of blue spotted with yellow, reaching under the couch he snagged it and pulled. It was her legwarmer, but there was only one… he clearly remembered that legwarmers, like legs, came in twos. Griffin went down on his hands and knees to peek under the couch. In his mind's eye he saw the two little dust bunnies from the children's show 'The Big Comfy Couch', that he'd 'only' seen in passing as M watched it once. The Dust bunnies fighting over who'd get the duck covered wooly thing they'd found, then like his big bad daddy Sabretooth, Griffin reached in and yanked the missing legwarmer out from under the couch. To be honest there wasn't a dust bunny in sight under there or anywhere in the whole school for that matter, Emma would have had a fit and fired the cleaning service if there had been.
#J-Lee I found your- # Griffin called out as he raced back down the stairs, only to find the entrance was empty. Page, who was now reading quietly in the salon, looked up and told him,
"You're too late Sean came in and hustled her out to the car, they left about five minutes ago." Griffin looked at the little legwarmers in his hand… was it only him or did the ducks look sad about missing the chance to dance around with Jubilee… yup it was just him. He frowned for a moment then realized something, he Griffin, or Cougar as he'd decided to call himself 'in the field', could not only create illusions, sound effects and use his mind to move things… he could now use his mind to move himself.
#I can fly!# He laughed soundlessly because the solution was so easy, all he had to do was fly over to Jubilee's dance class give her, her lucky legwarmers and fly home. He cast a quick glance around the hall, the coast was clear so he ran for the door and-
"Griffin," His sister Talica's voice startled him as he was about to launch off the front porch into the air. At times like this Griffin often wished he had gotten the heightened scenes like his little brothers Loric and Navar, less people would sneak up on him. "If you're going to Jubilee's dance class maybe you could look into-" Griffin scowled at her,
#No!# He was airborne a second later to avoid any further discussion with her on the subject.
**
Not wanting to be spotted Griffin cast an illusion over himself, if anyone within 300 feet of him looked up, all they'd see was a little fluffy cloud zipping along. Having accompanied Sean once to Jubilee's dance class, Griffin was able to locate the two story red brick building on Main Street easily. He landed soundlessly on the roof and climbed down the side of the building using his claws. Once at ground level he dashed around front and was through the front door looking for Jubilee. What he found was a reception aria and at the front desk, with a board looking young woman in an aerobics outfit looked over at him.
"Can I help you?" Looking closer she said, "The arcade is two buildings over." Griffin was a little winded from his flight and almost forgot to move his lips as he said,
#Actually I need to find the- # She cut him off looking at the legwarmers he carried.
"Oh you're with the ballet class, that's right up the stairs on the second floor." Griffin cringed, "Better hurry you're late."
#No I'm not in the class, my friend is, she forgot these and I- um… thank you.# Griffin gave up trying to explain and rushed on up the stairs.
**
A strident voice was shouting at someone about responsibility and dedication, when Griffin reached the top landing of the stairs.
"In dance one must be dedicated, one can not let insignificant things interfere with the thirst to perfect 'the art'. Look what you're tardiness has brought you today Miss. Lee," Griffin poked his head around the doorway and saw a slight, boney woman, with a beaky nose who resembled a black crow, standing over Jubilee waving at the other students, "all of your fellow classmates have already been assigned partners, you it would seam are the odd one out… this means that for the recital you will have to be an understudy or something. You see Prunella and Porter will be dancing together." Jubilee looked even more miserable at those words and Griffin vaguely remembered Jubilee telling him about some guy named Porter Epson, who had 'Good form' and every girl wanted to partner up with him in the coming recital. The dance instructor waved Jubilee off to the bar that ringed the mirrored walls of the dance hall. "Go and stretch, I will try to find you a place somewhere in the show." The blond girl the teacher had pointed to, Prunella, smirked at Jubilee as she walked by. Griffin frowned a moment longer, then stepped into the room and cleared his throat before Madame Jeanmaire could start the recorded piano music. "Yes?" She asked raising an eyebrow as the whole class stopped stretching to look at him standing there holding Jubilee's blue, duck covered legwarmers, dressed in his baggy jeans, a green T-Shirt with 'I'm really easy to get along with once you learn to worship me.' written across it in yellow letters.
#I brought something for one of your students.# Griffin saw Jubilee rush over to him, with a sad smile on her face. When she saw her legwarmers in his hand she smiled,
"Oh Griffin you found them, thank you." She hugged him quickly then started to pull them on, using his arm to steady herself. Griffin placed a hand on her waist to help her keep her balance better. "I have to get back in line now… or she'll get even madder at me."
#Don't you mean she'll get meaner?# Jubilee looked up at him.
"You heard?" He nodded, "I didn't want to be in the recital all that much anyway you know." She whispered.
"Miss. Lee whenever you are ready to begin, we are waiting." Jubilee's body stiffened under his hand and Griffin felt his blood boil. Jubilee loved to dance even if it meant putting up with some of the snobbiest people she'd ever met. She had confessed to him that she'd always kept up her lessons, even when she'd been living with the X-Men, only missing a few months during the time she'd lived in a shopping mall right after her folks died.
"Yes, right away Madame." She turned to Griffin, rolling her eyes and shrugged, "Thanks Cougar." She smiled calling him by his new codename. Griffin didn't smile back.
#Don't thank me, maybe you can thank me later… if this works.# With a sigh of resignation at her confused look he let go of her and walked over to the dance instructor. #I'd like to sign up for your classes.# Griffin heard Jubilee gasp behind him as the woman in front of him looked him over hottily and sneered,
"Really."
#I know about your up coming recital. I also overheard that you're one dancer short, I'll be happy to dance with her.# Griffin pointed with his thumb over his shoulder at Jubilee.
"That is a 'kind' offer young man," Madame Jeanmaire said in a way that told you she didn't really care for kindness as she eyed his tall, lean, body in its overly baggy cloths, critically with measuring eyes. "But you are too old to start learning to dance and she is a high level student, with at least seven years of lessons already. She isn't in you league."
#Well that's true enough Madame, to be in my league she'd need about three more years of training.# At the woman's confused look he smiled and said, #I started dancing under the direction of Madame Menard at the age of three. I believe that I'm fully capable of dancing with my friend without embarrassing her.# Griffin assured the stunned woman, who looked at him sharply.
'Is it possible,' She thought to herself, had her old rival had taught this boy? "Where are you from?" She demanded, Griffin shrugged.
#I lived till recently, on the south shore of Montreal, but Madame's school was on the island in the St. Henry district.# She stepped closer to him, her eyes narrowing and asked pointedly,
"I happen to know that for a fact 'ALL' of Arielle's students, those who've studied as long as you say you have, earn themselves nicknames over the years. What is yours?" Griffin shifted nervously; he hadn't told anyone that he'd danced ballet for over ten, nearly eleven years now… not even the twins knew about his lessons. Only Talica and Aunt V had known, because Vertigo was the one who'd signed him up at the age of three as a way to deal with his hyperactivity, and Talica knew because she'd often gone to watch him dance over the years. The woman watched him sharply as she waited for his answer, thinking she'd caught him lying to her.
#I'm called Tiger-Hawk.# His 'voice' was a very low whisper, but his words reached the former 'almost' prima ballerina, she clutched the long silver chain of the locket around her throat in amazement.
"The Tiger-Hawk!" How many times had she heard reports about this boy from La Menard in the letters they still exchanged. 'He moves like poetry to music.' 'He floats in the air like thistledown, but he refuses to become a professional dancer, he dances for fun.' She herself had gone up to Montreal over the summer to see this wonder only to be told that his family had moved away a few months ago. "Can you prove this?" Griffin simply pulled up the edge of his shirt, Jubilee standing next to her teacher could see that there on the lower right side of his ribcage was the tattoo of a stylized bird outlined in black, colored in yellow and orange. Over the bird's head was a yellow crown with a green jewel at its center. Jubilee remembered seeing it before but Griffin had dismissed it has a nothing special. "So it is true," Madame whispered before she turned to announce to her students, "'The Tiger-Hawk' has come to join our classes. I will go get you the proper papers at once Mr.?"
#Darkholm.# Griffin watched her go and Jubilee touched his shoulder.
"Griffin you're- Hey you never said you could dance. Why?"
#I'm doing this for you Jubilee, you have to be in that recital. Logan coming to see you and I want him sit through the whole thing smiling for you." Jubilee shot him a 'get serious' look and he shrugged, #Okay, so I thought I could just forget about dancing, but I'd love to dance again… with you. Only promise me you won't tell anyone, not even Talica or I'm gone, recital or no recital.# She smiled.
"You're a really good friend, but you know Frost and Sean will probably bringing all the Gen to the recital how will you-"
#We'll figure it out later, heck maybe I'll just have to excuse myself for a soda or to go to the little boy's room before our part or something.# Madame was back then, handing him a clipboard with some forms to fill out.
"Well here you are Mr. Darkholm, but I've been thinking. If you danced with Prunella she would compliment you better then Miss. Lee, she has had a year of training more. I know Miss Lee will do very well with Epson, so I'm sure-" Griffin turned and looked at her.
#I'm joining only to dance with my 'friend' Madame, if I'm not with her then I'll leave. Besides you were quite pleased your Prunella/Porter pairing earlier when you were advising J-Lee about not being late for class again.# Madame's lips looked like she'd just sucked on a lemon. #Besides we attend the same privet school, we'll be able to practice there too.#
"Of course, but your style and Miss Lee's errr… don't mesh. She is quite vivacious in her movements, whereas from what Menard has written to me, you are very disciplined and in such controlled of your movements." Griffin accepted this.
#I'll do my best to temper her exuberance Madame.# Griffin then went to a folding chair and for the rest of the class sat watching Jubilee dancing happily… planning how he was going to get away with dancing again, without anyone finding out about it. 'Its not like I can hide it in my underwear drawer with my crochet. Maybe I can stuff it in the linen closet with my towels… no not a good idea to keep things hidden in a closet.' He thought, 'One thing is for sure I'll have to knock some of the rust off my legs, even if its only been about four or five months since I last really danced. Good thing we do lots of exercises and stretching in the danger grotto.' After the class Sean was waiting downstairs to pick up Jubilee, he was surprised to see Griffin walking out with her and some of the other students, girls pointed at him or waved before walking away giggling.
"Lad what are ye doing here?" Griffin shrugged and smiled at Jubilee.
#I found her legwarmers and brought them to sir.# Griffin answered truthfully enough.
"Good lad, so who wants ice cream?" Sean asked still feeling slightly guilty about having shouted at Jubilee earlier.
#"I do!"# the two Gen-Xers coursed together.
**
By DelCreed
Started: May 26, 2003
Finished: December 4, 2003
Griffin's Note: We really don't know squat about ballet, or what all the moves are called so just go with it okay, we promise not to call any of the moves stuff like 'that bendy leg thing'.
Del: Don't worry I'll try and find a book on ballet or something.
"Speech"
'Thought'
~Jono~
#Griffin#
*****
Jubilee, dressed in a light pink bodysuit and white tights ran quickly about the Snow Valley School franticly searching for something and muttering to herself darkly. Sean, waiting out front, honked the jeep's horn to remind her that he was out there.
"I know, I know keep your hair on Irish." Page, the southern mutant from Kentucky also known as Husk, walked by with their headmistress Emma Frost, she was the former White Queen of the Hellfire Club.
"Miss. Lee aren't you scheduled to be at a dance lesson that starts in-" Emma glanced at her wafer thin, diamond and gold wristwatch, "fourteen minutes?" The jeep honked again as Angelo and Griffin walked in from the living room. Jubilee looked up desperately.
"I can't find my lucky legwarmers, I like looked everywhere… I can't go to class without them!" She then turned to yell out the door, "I'm coming." Page tried to be helpful.
"What do they look like? Do you remember where you had them last? We'll all try and help find them." Page looked at the two boys who nodded in agreement, Jubilee sighed.
"They're blue, with little yellow ducks on them… my mom gave them to me about a month before she di- They're special. I had them for last class but I can't remember after that." Griffin looked at his teammate Angelo, codename Skin because of the 6 feet of extra skin he could manipulate. Jubilee still had trouble talking about her parent's death in a car crash. Learning on that they'd actually been murdered and the crash staged as a cover up didn't help improve her feelings much. The boys rushed off to look in other parts of the mansion. Sean, red faced with anger, barely controlled, stormed in the door just after Page had gone to look in the kitchen.
"Look Lass I've a full day O' work an' I can't be waitin' on ye, you're goin' ta be late as it is, now come on." Jubilee looked at him a moment and sadly picked up her sports bag to followed him out to the jeep. Griffin separated from Angelo, who went to look in the rec room, as he, Griffin, went up to look in his own room for Jubilee's legwarmers. He'd come to realize that people had started to feel so comfortable in the living area he'd created in his attic that they often forgot pieces of themselves when they left. He scanned the crash-pad, saw on the coffee table Jono's CD player, M's latest coloring book waited for her in the old orange recliner he'd recently unearthed at a church bazaar and peeking out from under the big, black, leather couch that 'liked to swallow people' was a hint of blue spotted with yellow, reaching under the couch he snagged it and pulled. It was her legwarmer, but there was only one… he clearly remembered that legwarmers, like legs, came in twos. Griffin went down on his hands and knees to peek under the couch. In his mind's eye he saw the two little dust bunnies from the children's show 'The Big Comfy Couch', that he'd 'only' seen in passing as M watched it once. The Dust bunnies fighting over who'd get the duck covered wooly thing they'd found, then like his big bad daddy Sabretooth, Griffin reached in and yanked the missing legwarmer out from under the couch. To be honest there wasn't a dust bunny in sight under there or anywhere in the whole school for that matter, Emma would have had a fit and fired the cleaning service if there had been.
#J-Lee I found your- # Griffin called out as he raced back down the stairs, only to find the entrance was empty. Page, who was now reading quietly in the salon, looked up and told him,
"You're too late Sean came in and hustled her out to the car, they left about five minutes ago." Griffin looked at the little legwarmers in his hand… was it only him or did the ducks look sad about missing the chance to dance around with Jubilee… yup it was just him. He frowned for a moment then realized something, he Griffin, or Cougar as he'd decided to call himself 'in the field', could not only create illusions, sound effects and use his mind to move things… he could now use his mind to move himself.
#I can fly!# He laughed soundlessly because the solution was so easy, all he had to do was fly over to Jubilee's dance class give her, her lucky legwarmers and fly home. He cast a quick glance around the hall, the coast was clear so he ran for the door and-
"Griffin," His sister Talica's voice startled him as he was about to launch off the front porch into the air. At times like this Griffin often wished he had gotten the heightened scenes like his little brothers Loric and Navar, less people would sneak up on him. "If you're going to Jubilee's dance class maybe you could look into-" Griffin scowled at her,
#No!# He was airborne a second later to avoid any further discussion with her on the subject.
**
Not wanting to be spotted Griffin cast an illusion over himself, if anyone within 300 feet of him looked up, all they'd see was a little fluffy cloud zipping along. Having accompanied Sean once to Jubilee's dance class, Griffin was able to locate the two story red brick building on Main Street easily. He landed soundlessly on the roof and climbed down the side of the building using his claws. Once at ground level he dashed around front and was through the front door looking for Jubilee. What he found was a reception aria and at the front desk, with a board looking young woman in an aerobics outfit looked over at him.
"Can I help you?" Looking closer she said, "The arcade is two buildings over." Griffin was a little winded from his flight and almost forgot to move his lips as he said,
#Actually I need to find the- # She cut him off looking at the legwarmers he carried.
"Oh you're with the ballet class, that's right up the stairs on the second floor." Griffin cringed, "Better hurry you're late."
#No I'm not in the class, my friend is, she forgot these and I- um… thank you.# Griffin gave up trying to explain and rushed on up the stairs.
**
A strident voice was shouting at someone about responsibility and dedication, when Griffin reached the top landing of the stairs.
"In dance one must be dedicated, one can not let insignificant things interfere with the thirst to perfect 'the art'. Look what you're tardiness has brought you today Miss. Lee," Griffin poked his head around the doorway and saw a slight, boney woman, with a beaky nose who resembled a black crow, standing over Jubilee waving at the other students, "all of your fellow classmates have already been assigned partners, you it would seam are the odd one out… this means that for the recital you will have to be an understudy or something. You see Prunella and Porter will be dancing together." Jubilee looked even more miserable at those words and Griffin vaguely remembered Jubilee telling him about some guy named Porter Epson, who had 'Good form' and every girl wanted to partner up with him in the coming recital. The dance instructor waved Jubilee off to the bar that ringed the mirrored walls of the dance hall. "Go and stretch, I will try to find you a place somewhere in the show." The blond girl the teacher had pointed to, Prunella, smirked at Jubilee as she walked by. Griffin frowned a moment longer, then stepped into the room and cleared his throat before Madame Jeanmaire could start the recorded piano music. "Yes?" She asked raising an eyebrow as the whole class stopped stretching to look at him standing there holding Jubilee's blue, duck covered legwarmers, dressed in his baggy jeans, a green T-Shirt with 'I'm really easy to get along with once you learn to worship me.' written across it in yellow letters.
#I brought something for one of your students.# Griffin saw Jubilee rush over to him, with a sad smile on her face. When she saw her legwarmers in his hand she smiled,
"Oh Griffin you found them, thank you." She hugged him quickly then started to pull them on, using his arm to steady herself. Griffin placed a hand on her waist to help her keep her balance better. "I have to get back in line now… or she'll get even madder at me."
#Don't you mean she'll get meaner?# Jubilee looked up at him.
"You heard?" He nodded, "I didn't want to be in the recital all that much anyway you know." She whispered.
"Miss. Lee whenever you are ready to begin, we are waiting." Jubilee's body stiffened under his hand and Griffin felt his blood boil. Jubilee loved to dance even if it meant putting up with some of the snobbiest people she'd ever met. She had confessed to him that she'd always kept up her lessons, even when she'd been living with the X-Men, only missing a few months during the time she'd lived in a shopping mall right after her folks died.
"Yes, right away Madame." She turned to Griffin, rolling her eyes and shrugged, "Thanks Cougar." She smiled calling him by his new codename. Griffin didn't smile back.
#Don't thank me, maybe you can thank me later… if this works.# With a sigh of resignation at her confused look he let go of her and walked over to the dance instructor. #I'd like to sign up for your classes.# Griffin heard Jubilee gasp behind him as the woman in front of him looked him over hottily and sneered,
"Really."
#I know about your up coming recital. I also overheard that you're one dancer short, I'll be happy to dance with her.# Griffin pointed with his thumb over his shoulder at Jubilee.
"That is a 'kind' offer young man," Madame Jeanmaire said in a way that told you she didn't really care for kindness as she eyed his tall, lean, body in its overly baggy cloths, critically with measuring eyes. "But you are too old to start learning to dance and she is a high level student, with at least seven years of lessons already. She isn't in you league."
#Well that's true enough Madame, to be in my league she'd need about three more years of training.# At the woman's confused look he smiled and said, #I started dancing under the direction of Madame Menard at the age of three. I believe that I'm fully capable of dancing with my friend without embarrassing her.# Griffin assured the stunned woman, who looked at him sharply.
'Is it possible,' She thought to herself, had her old rival had taught this boy? "Where are you from?" She demanded, Griffin shrugged.
#I lived till recently, on the south shore of Montreal, but Madame's school was on the island in the St. Henry district.# She stepped closer to him, her eyes narrowing and asked pointedly,
"I happen to know that for a fact 'ALL' of Arielle's students, those who've studied as long as you say you have, earn themselves nicknames over the years. What is yours?" Griffin shifted nervously; he hadn't told anyone that he'd danced ballet for over ten, nearly eleven years now… not even the twins knew about his lessons. Only Talica and Aunt V had known, because Vertigo was the one who'd signed him up at the age of three as a way to deal with his hyperactivity, and Talica knew because she'd often gone to watch him dance over the years. The woman watched him sharply as she waited for his answer, thinking she'd caught him lying to her.
#I'm called Tiger-Hawk.# His 'voice' was a very low whisper, but his words reached the former 'almost' prima ballerina, she clutched the long silver chain of the locket around her throat in amazement.
"The Tiger-Hawk!" How many times had she heard reports about this boy from La Menard in the letters they still exchanged. 'He moves like poetry to music.' 'He floats in the air like thistledown, but he refuses to become a professional dancer, he dances for fun.' She herself had gone up to Montreal over the summer to see this wonder only to be told that his family had moved away a few months ago. "Can you prove this?" Griffin simply pulled up the edge of his shirt, Jubilee standing next to her teacher could see that there on the lower right side of his ribcage was the tattoo of a stylized bird outlined in black, colored in yellow and orange. Over the bird's head was a yellow crown with a green jewel at its center. Jubilee remembered seeing it before but Griffin had dismissed it has a nothing special. "So it is true," Madame whispered before she turned to announce to her students, "'The Tiger-Hawk' has come to join our classes. I will go get you the proper papers at once Mr.?"
#Darkholm.# Griffin watched her go and Jubilee touched his shoulder.
"Griffin you're- Hey you never said you could dance. Why?"
#I'm doing this for you Jubilee, you have to be in that recital. Logan coming to see you and I want him sit through the whole thing smiling for you." Jubilee shot him a 'get serious' look and he shrugged, #Okay, so I thought I could just forget about dancing, but I'd love to dance again… with you. Only promise me you won't tell anyone, not even Talica or I'm gone, recital or no recital.# She smiled.
"You're a really good friend, but you know Frost and Sean will probably bringing all the Gen to the recital how will you-"
#We'll figure it out later, heck maybe I'll just have to excuse myself for a soda or to go to the little boy's room before our part or something.# Madame was back then, handing him a clipboard with some forms to fill out.
"Well here you are Mr. Darkholm, but I've been thinking. If you danced with Prunella she would compliment you better then Miss. Lee, she has had a year of training more. I know Miss Lee will do very well with Epson, so I'm sure-" Griffin turned and looked at her.
#I'm joining only to dance with my 'friend' Madame, if I'm not with her then I'll leave. Besides you were quite pleased your Prunella/Porter pairing earlier when you were advising J-Lee about not being late for class again.# Madame's lips looked like she'd just sucked on a lemon. #Besides we attend the same privet school, we'll be able to practice there too.#
"Of course, but your style and Miss Lee's errr… don't mesh. She is quite vivacious in her movements, whereas from what Menard has written to me, you are very disciplined and in such controlled of your movements." Griffin accepted this.
#I'll do my best to temper her exuberance Madame.# Griffin then went to a folding chair and for the rest of the class sat watching Jubilee dancing happily… planning how he was going to get away with dancing again, without anyone finding out about it. 'Its not like I can hide it in my underwear drawer with my crochet. Maybe I can stuff it in the linen closet with my towels… no not a good idea to keep things hidden in a closet.' He thought, 'One thing is for sure I'll have to knock some of the rust off my legs, even if its only been about four or five months since I last really danced. Good thing we do lots of exercises and stretching in the danger grotto.' After the class Sean was waiting downstairs to pick up Jubilee, he was surprised to see Griffin walking out with her and some of the other students, girls pointed at him or waved before walking away giggling.
"Lad what are ye doing here?" Griffin shrugged and smiled at Jubilee.
#I found her legwarmers and brought them to sir.# Griffin answered truthfully enough.
"Good lad, so who wants ice cream?" Sean asked still feeling slightly guilty about having shouted at Jubilee earlier.
#"I do!"# the two Gen-Xers coursed together.
**