Disclaimer: I own nothing
but Susana and the couch, and I signed up for more classes this morning, so
you'd have to wait for your money anyway. Oh yeah, I decided Jubilee's not such a late sleeper as she is in most
of the stuff I've read about her.
A/N: Trust me, "snotted"
is a word; despite what those dictator people at the dictionary companies would
have you believe. My friends and I use
it regularly(well, as regularly as it's needed.)
Notes:
sound
*thought*
} telepathic conversation {
Setting:
Saturday morning at the mansion. About
10:45 AM.
taptaptap Jubilee knocked softly on the door to
Susana's room. Hearing an inarticulate
grunt from the general location of the couch, she turned the knob and peeked
in. "Hey Susana," she stage-whispered,
"are you awake?"
"Murgh"
"Was
that a word?" Jubilee crossed the room
to stand by the couch.
"No. Words...take energy." The lump of blankets squirmed, and after a
few minutes Susana's eyes peeked out of a narrow gap in the blankets. "Time?"
"It's
10:45." The blankets shifted more, and
Susana's head emerged, hair sticking out on one side and flattened to her scalp
on the other.
"Guess
I should get up, shouldn't I?" She
grimaced and stuck out her tongue in disgust at the idea.
"So
how was it?"
"Most
of it was great. The restaurant was
cool, and I got to embarrass him-called him 'Snookums' in front of the
waiter." She giggled at the memory.
"Snookums? You actually called Jono -Mr. Badass metal
guitarist- Snookums in public, in front of people, and he didn't, like,
fry you?"
"No,
he didn't. Absolutely no frying
occurred. No Susanas were harmed in the
insulting-Jono process." She sliced a
hand through the air in a decisive motion. "He did sulk at me though. Eh...oh well."
"How'd
he react to The Boot?" Jubilee's eyes
twinkled with suppressed laughter at the mental image of Jono line
dancing.
"Astonishingly
well, although I did have to drag him through the door. Once we got in, though, he was...maybe not
happy, but he didn't seem to mind too much. Besides, when is Jono ever really happy?" She held her hands up expressively.
"Good
point. So what part wasn't so great?"
"Damn,
I was hoping you'd missed that. Uhm...well, when we were at The Boot, they played this old song from
about a year and a half ago. Bad
memories. It was me and Sean's song-
excuse me, Sean's and my song. Oh
well...screw grammar. It was just not a
good thing for me to hear. I kinda had
a baby breakdown, and he had to drive home."
"Did
you explain it to him? I mean, so he
knew what was up."
"Yeah,
when we got home, we went and sat in the den for a while...I told him about
Sean, and he just let me talk. I feel
bad...I kinda snotted all over the front of his shirt, and I know it was one of
the ones he really likes."
"Whoa,
whoa, whoa...where exactly were you sitting that he ended up with you crying
into the front of his shirt?"
Susana
looked down and mumbled something unintelligible. "What was that?"
"On
his lap" she repeated in a tiny voice.
Jubilee
giggled, then gave in to her laughter. "You were,"gasp"sitting on his,"gasp"
lap, and you feel,"gasp"BAD for crying into his
shirt?" She kept laughing, tears
rolling down her face. Calming, she
continued. "Susana, he's a guy, and not
just any guy, but a 19-year-old, enforcedly celibate one...do you really think
he cares more about the shirt than about a chance to have some hot chick sit on
his lap? Doubt it!"
"Ok,
I see what you're saying. But I still
feel bad about getting stuff on his shirt, although you're right, it was worth
it. He has a nice lap to sit on. So...what do you think he'd say if I were to
ask him to dinner on me...say, maybe at that sweet bluesy restaurant in town?"
"I
think if he had half as much fun as you seem to have, he'll jump at the offer. You gonna let him pick where you guys go
after?"
"I
dunno...maybe. Do you think there's
still any breakfast to be had around here?" She pushed the blankets down around her waist and untangled her legs.
"There
probably is...but you might want to go shower first. You're lookin' rough." She indicated Susana's hair.
"Right. I'll go do that, and then I want food. But I'm not putting on real clothes to get
it. I think I want to wear boxers all
day today." She stood and stretched,
arching her back. "I'll stop and get
you as soon as I get dressed again, ok?" With that, she hurried Jubilee out of the room, then grabbed all her
shower necessities for the world's fastest-ever shower. She towel-dried her hair, then threw on the
boxers and a tank top and leapt down the hall to Jubilee's room.
"Ready
to go? I'll race ya!" She took off, and arrived in the kitchen
only a few seconds before Jubilee. Slowing to a dignified pace, she walked to the fridge and began rooting
through it for something appealing. Not
finding anything, she reached into the freezer and poked about until she found
a frozen burrito, which she wrapped in a paper towel and threw in the
microwave. She then stood back and
watched the microwave carousel intently- so intently, in fact, that she
completely missed Angelo and Jono's entry. She jumped at a low whistle from the door, then relaxed when she saw
Angelo lounging against the kitchen island.
"Niiice
boxers, chica. Very...wild." He gave her another leering glance, admiring
the zebra-print silk of her boxers.
"Oh,
kiss my...never mind," she trailed off, noticing Jono behind him in the
hallway.
}You
know, gel, that's quite an interesting proposition{ Jono sent the thought to
her, winking at her visible surprise and her alarm as she wondered if Angelo
had caught the comment. }Don't worry,
this is a private conversation.{
}It
better be.{ *Susana, you have to ask
him now or you'll completely lose your nerve* }What are you doing tonight?{
}Nothing
specific. Why?{ he raised both eyebrows inquisitively.
}I
thought I'd offer to reciprocate after last night-everything's on me this
time. There's a blues-theme restaurant
in town that looks pretty cool, and it's even a 'mutant friendly' place. Kinda more formal, though.{
}Sounds
great. What time?{
"Hey,
hey, hey," Angelo spoke up. "I know you
two are doin' the little psionic conversation thing, but do ya think you could
keep it public? I don't like the icky
thoughts you might be havin'. My
fragile mind don't need to be exposed to any of that kinda thing."
"Ange,
you've got enough icky thoughts for all of us together, so no lectures from
you. Anyway, Jono...how's 7 work for
you?"
}Sounds
great. Meet you in the entryway at 7.{
"Right." She turned to the microwave as it beeped its
readiness. "No more talking, I'm hungry
and my food is ready." She carried her
plate over to the bar, where she sat down beside Jubilee and began munching
happily on her burrito.
Angelo
shrugged and opened the cabinet, searching for anything that looked
appealing. At the moment, the only
appealing things in the kitchen were the two girls sitting at the bar. "Susana, chica, you mind if I take one of
those burritos?"
"Nah,
go 'head. They're cheap. So how about you- what are you up to
today?" She dropped the burrito back on
the plate and wiped cheese from the corner of her mouth.
"I
dunno...thought I'd train for a while, then maybe watch a movie or
somethin. Y tu?"
Susana
started to respond, then stopped and sent a private thought to Jono. }You up for company tonight? I'd like to invite Ange and Jubes, if you
don't mind.{
}Go
ahead, I'm sure they'd love to get off campus.{ Privately, he wondered *Why is she interested in me? She's happy, considerate, physically normal,
and reasonably well adjusted...basically everything I'm not. What's the attraction here?* He turned his attention outward,
concentrating on Susana and what she was saying.
"...so,
do you guys want to go?" She had just
finished speaking.
"Sure,
that sounds really cool. What do you
think I should wear?" said Jubilee. Angelo shrugged his assent, adding "Sí, that sounds alright."
"Try
to contain the enthusiasm there, Ange. I dunno, Jubes, want to go look?" She popped the last bite of her burrito into her mouth, then stood and
walked around the bar to put her plate in the sink. Jubilee finished her cereal, slurped down the milk, and passed
the bowl to Susana, pointing at the sink. Waving to the guys, she followed Susana out of the kitchen and upstairs.
Ten
minutes later, the inside of Jubilee's room looked like her closet had
exploded, and Susana's room wasn't much better. Clothes were scattered all over the floor and furniture, and the
girls kept scurrying back and forth across the hallway. Eventually, the two decided on their
outfits, and after a long exchange of compliments, they changed into workout
clothes and headed for the gym.