Disclaimer: I dun own X Men Evolution (everyone faints in shock) I'm not making any money from this so don't sue me

A/N: this is my first Evo fic, and my first romance (I usually write insane comedy). I'm not an experienced fic writer yet (only ONE other fic out there) so don't expect much.

Summary: Just Scott thinking about Jean and Rogue

Sorry this is so late, I've been busy with fics from another fandom. Um this'll probably be really short.

Choices (part three)

I stood in the doorway, as doubts started to set in. I could imagine how this would go over and over in my head and think of a perfect plan, but when it actually happens…my mind goes blank. Guess I'll be making this up as I go. "Ummm…" I trailed off. Think of something you idiot! "Hi."

A small smile crept up her face. "You don't have to stand in the doorway all night." I blushed and stepped into the room. Still unsure of what I should do with myself, I settled on sitting on a chair by her bedside. "So…" she began, "what exactly do we have to talk about?"

I frantically racked my brain for an answer. All that time spent practicing the perfect thing to say turned out to be a waste. "Well…" I started.

"Yes?" she said, that smile still gracing her features. Did she know what I was about to say?

"Um you see, I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. Yeah, thinking." Ugh, how lame did that sound?

"Really," she said, crossing her legs. "Thinking about what?" she asked nonchalantly. Well she seemed to be enjoying this.

"You," I softly said, another blush reddening my face. "And me. Us."

Her expression softened as she brought her eyes up to meet mine. "What about us?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"I mean, well you're a great friend. And I appreciate that." Her expression changed to a questioning one. She wasn't expecting that. "But lately I…want to be more than friends." Her face took on a serious nature, as she stared straight at my face, trying to see my eyes behind my glasses. Wondering if I was staring straight at her, or if my gaze was wandering away. But how could I be looking at anyone but her?

Maybe she's like me, afraid of taking it to that next level. Wondering if we should really go there. I am too, but it's too late for me to turn back now. I started this, and I always finish what I start. "What I'm really trying to say is…well…will you go to the movies with me tomorrow night?" Where did that come from? I was just planning to tell her how I felt, not take her out on a date. Oops.

What she did next totally surprised me. Keeping her gaze locked with mine, she moved to the edge of her bed and leaned forward until her face was inches from mine. Touching my cheek, she gently brushed my lips with a soft kiss. "Pick me up at eight," she whispered into my ear, her breath tickling my skin.

I got up, and she smiled at the silly grin plastered on my face. "Um yeah!" I began. "Sure, I'll do that. See ya at eight!" She went back to reading her book and I stepped out and closed the door behind me.

She said yes! She really said yes! I could barely restrain myself from dancing around the halls. I finally got to my room, and after getting inside and locking the door, I finally let loose with a loud "YAY!" No matter how silly it sounds, that was honestly what described my feelings at the time. I felt like I was walking on air, and that I didn't have a care in the world. I had my doubts about what I was doing, even as I began my little confession. But they were history. I made the right choice.

This was a hard decision. I had two great girls who both seemed to be demanding my affection. I still like the other one though. But I hope that our friendship remains strong, and that we grow closer in the years to come. As friends. I valued her, and her friendship, and wouldn't give either of them up for anything.

Whoa. 11:30. I better go to sleep, I've got school tomorrow. And a date. A grin came across my face again as I slipped into bed. I closed my eyes and snuggled into my pillow. Tomorrow was the start of something great. I could feel it.

Scott Summers fished around in his pocket for another dollar. Finally finding one, he paid for some popcorn and two sodas. Hurrying back to the movie, he could hear the final preview coming to an end. Scanning the dark theater, he caught a glimpse of his date's distinct hair out of the corner of his eye. Careful not to step on anyone's toes, he made his way towards the empty seat next to her. Sitting down, he handed a soda to her and set the popcorn between them. Smiling, she sipped her soda and helped herself to some popcorn, just as he was reaching in with the same intent. Their fingers brushed against each other, and Scott could feel tremors of electricity running up his arm. He felt himself become a little lightheaded and tried to pay attention to the movie, but found himself staring at his date instead. Everything about her seemed wonderful, her hair, her beautiful eyes, and those perfect lips. She looked at him, and blushed when she realized he was staring at her. She gave him a small smile, and turned her attention back to the movie. Scott smiled and turned his attention to the movie on screen as well. 'I made the right choice,' Scott thought as he slipped an arm around Jean Grey and felt her snuggle into him. 'I'm sure of it.'

Fin

Well, what did you think? I personally feel there are not enough S/J fics out there, and that we need more. So did you like the ending? Or do you hate me for it? Well tell me what you thought in the reviews. Even if you hate S/J, could you at least tell me what you think of the actual writing? Pretty please? N E way, now I'm off to work on a Kurtty fic!