Well, now that I have down the primary characters I'm gonna use, I can put more in each chapter, and I'm not going in the same order. This is a more uplifting chapter, and it revolves around Latte (a silly term for Lance/Kitty), but what happens here is most likely not gonna fit in with the show once a couple more eps air, but oh well, this is MY fic, it'll go the way I want it to!! Heh. Um, everyone belongs to somebody else.
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Dear Diary,
Well, it's official. Lance is obsessed. I mean, I know I used to live with him, but I don't really know him that well, so I don't know if he acts like this around every girl he likes, but... man, he's got it BAD. I read that dumb article in Kitty's dumb magazine, about how to tell if a guy likes you. And this was the gist of it:
"If he follows you around trying to impress you all the time and being really nice, he probably likes you." Well, DUH. I could've told you that.
"If he bugs you a lot and makes fun of you, he might like you." I don't get it. Why would a guy go out of his way to annoy you if he LIKES you? That's got to be the most idiotic thing I've ever heard.
"If he doesn't seem to notice you at all, he probably doesn't like you, but he might just be playing hard to get." What. The. Fuck. Seriously, this magazine is just one big frickin' lie. Guys don't know HOW to play hard to get. That's a chick thing to do. Kinda like spreading rumors about other girls to make yourself look more "desirable". That's a chick thing, too.
Now Kitty's in here, whining about some note Lance left in her locker. I'm trying to write, but she just REFUSES to leave me alone. She wants advice. Doesn't she know that I don't know anything about guys or dating or any of that stuff? Maybe she'll shut up if I read her the dumb article....
--Rogue
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Dear Diary,
Omigod, okay, Lance has got to be like, the sweetest guy ever. I went to my locker today after lunch and there was a daisy taped to the outside with a note. And the note went like this:
Kitty--
I don't wanna pressure you into going out with me, because I know that your friends kinda hate my friends, but I really like you, and I think we can get past all that stuff. But if your friends are more important to you, I can understand that, because Todd and Pietro and Freddy are like family to me, and I don't think I'd sacrifice them for anything. Well, almost anything. Anyway, it's up to you. If you wanna talk, I'm usually on the playground at the park around sunset. Don't tell anyone, though-- no one knows I go there. I need a spot to be alone, you know?
Lance
It's up to me. Hear that? It's up to me. I like him, he's sweet and cute and I know he's smart. But... what about Scott? Like Lance said, these people are like family to me. And choosing between family and a guy you really like is difficult, you know?
But maybe it doesn't have to be a total either/or choice. Maybe if Scott could pull the stick out of his ass (pardon my French) for a couple minutes and realize that Lance doesn't mean us any harm, and if Lance could learn to control his temper or jealousy or whatever it is that makes him keep getting into fights with Scott, MAYBE we could just get along. Like when we faught Juggernaut, or however you spell it.
I've asked Rogue for advice, but she was writing and she just threw some magazine at me. How did she get that magazine, anyway? She doesn't seem the type who would go buy Seventeen from a grocery store or whatever...
Well, whatever happens, I'm gonna at least go meet Lance. Which means I probably ought to get going.
Love,
Kitty
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Dear Journal,
She kissed me. Dear God, she kissed me. ShekissedmeShekissedmeSheKISSED me!! Man, I feel like running a thousand marathons! I'm so happyhappyhappy I swear it's like a natural high. Geese, I thought I'd kissed girls before, but I was SO wrong. Two people pressing their mouths together is completely different from a KISS kiss. Fuck, she didn't even really DO anything to me! She just barely brushed her lips across mine, and....
I was sitting on top of the jungle gym at sunset, thinking, and it was completely silent, and then I heard this little angel-whisper a few feet behind me. "Did you mean that?" "Mean what?" She climbed onto the jungle gym so she was facing me, blocking my view of the horizon.
"That it's my choice. That... that I've got the right to choose between you and my family." I nodded. "I want you to be happy, Kitty. And if you'd be happier with them, well... then I'd be happier, too." I wondered if that made much sense, which it probably didn't, but I didn't really care because it felt like every organ in my body was being ripped in two, and I felt a familiar burning in my eyes and throat that I hadn't felt in ages, and I looked down because I didn't want her to see me cry. But I guess it did make sense after all, because I felt her fingertips brushing across my cheek and I looked up and all of a sudden she was kissing me. On top of the jungle gym. In the middle of the playground in Bayville Park. That place is never gonna look the same to me.
And when I realized what was going on, I thought I was hallucinating at first because this was KITTY, perfect little innocent angel Kitty, and she'd never want to do this with someone like ME. But she was, and it was like nothing I've ever felt in my entire life that seems so pointless now. And then she pulled away and said, "I'd be happier with you, Lance." And I couldn't hide the huge, goofy grin on my face. And then she climbed up higher and turned around so she was facing the sunset too and my legs were wrapped around her waist, and I was smelling her hair and GOD she smells so good. And it was all over too soon, and it was dark and cold, but I felt so warm and LIGHT, and she leaned up and kissed me again and said goodbye, and I watched her leave, and I sat there in the dark for the longest time, not even thinking. Just... feeling.
I can't wait to see her again.
--Lance
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Dear Diary,
Well, it's official. Lance is obsessed. I mean, I know I used to live with him, but I don't really know him that well, so I don't know if he acts like this around every girl he likes, but... man, he's got it BAD. I read that dumb article in Kitty's dumb magazine, about how to tell if a guy likes you. And this was the gist of it:
"If he follows you around trying to impress you all the time and being really nice, he probably likes you." Well, DUH. I could've told you that.
"If he bugs you a lot and makes fun of you, he might like you." I don't get it. Why would a guy go out of his way to annoy you if he LIKES you? That's got to be the most idiotic thing I've ever heard.
"If he doesn't seem to notice you at all, he probably doesn't like you, but he might just be playing hard to get." What. The. Fuck. Seriously, this magazine is just one big frickin' lie. Guys don't know HOW to play hard to get. That's a chick thing to do. Kinda like spreading rumors about other girls to make yourself look more "desirable". That's a chick thing, too.
Now Kitty's in here, whining about some note Lance left in her locker. I'm trying to write, but she just REFUSES to leave me alone. She wants advice. Doesn't she know that I don't know anything about guys or dating or any of that stuff? Maybe she'll shut up if I read her the dumb article....
--Rogue
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Dear Diary,
Omigod, okay, Lance has got to be like, the sweetest guy ever. I went to my locker today after lunch and there was a daisy taped to the outside with a note. And the note went like this:
Kitty--
I don't wanna pressure you into going out with me, because I know that your friends kinda hate my friends, but I really like you, and I think we can get past all that stuff. But if your friends are more important to you, I can understand that, because Todd and Pietro and Freddy are like family to me, and I don't think I'd sacrifice them for anything. Well, almost anything. Anyway, it's up to you. If you wanna talk, I'm usually on the playground at the park around sunset. Don't tell anyone, though-- no one knows I go there. I need a spot to be alone, you know?
Lance
It's up to me. Hear that? It's up to me. I like him, he's sweet and cute and I know he's smart. But... what about Scott? Like Lance said, these people are like family to me. And choosing between family and a guy you really like is difficult, you know?
But maybe it doesn't have to be a total either/or choice. Maybe if Scott could pull the stick out of his ass (pardon my French) for a couple minutes and realize that Lance doesn't mean us any harm, and if Lance could learn to control his temper or jealousy or whatever it is that makes him keep getting into fights with Scott, MAYBE we could just get along. Like when we faught Juggernaut, or however you spell it.
I've asked Rogue for advice, but she was writing and she just threw some magazine at me. How did she get that magazine, anyway? She doesn't seem the type who would go buy Seventeen from a grocery store or whatever...
Well, whatever happens, I'm gonna at least go meet Lance. Which means I probably ought to get going.
Love,
Kitty
*****
Dear Journal,
She kissed me. Dear God, she kissed me. ShekissedmeShekissedmeSheKISSED me!! Man, I feel like running a thousand marathons! I'm so happyhappyhappy I swear it's like a natural high. Geese, I thought I'd kissed girls before, but I was SO wrong. Two people pressing their mouths together is completely different from a KISS kiss. Fuck, she didn't even really DO anything to me! She just barely brushed her lips across mine, and....
I was sitting on top of the jungle gym at sunset, thinking, and it was completely silent, and then I heard this little angel-whisper a few feet behind me. "Did you mean that?" "Mean what?" She climbed onto the jungle gym so she was facing me, blocking my view of the horizon.
"That it's my choice. That... that I've got the right to choose between you and my family." I nodded. "I want you to be happy, Kitty. And if you'd be happier with them, well... then I'd be happier, too." I wondered if that made much sense, which it probably didn't, but I didn't really care because it felt like every organ in my body was being ripped in two, and I felt a familiar burning in my eyes and throat that I hadn't felt in ages, and I looked down because I didn't want her to see me cry. But I guess it did make sense after all, because I felt her fingertips brushing across my cheek and I looked up and all of a sudden she was kissing me. On top of the jungle gym. In the middle of the playground in Bayville Park. That place is never gonna look the same to me.
And when I realized what was going on, I thought I was hallucinating at first because this was KITTY, perfect little innocent angel Kitty, and she'd never want to do this with someone like ME. But she was, and it was like nothing I've ever felt in my entire life that seems so pointless now. And then she pulled away and said, "I'd be happier with you, Lance." And I couldn't hide the huge, goofy grin on my face. And then she climbed up higher and turned around so she was facing the sunset too and my legs were wrapped around her waist, and I was smelling her hair and GOD she smells so good. And it was all over too soon, and it was dark and cold, but I felt so warm and LIGHT, and she leaned up and kissed me again and said goodbye, and I watched her leave, and I sat there in the dark for the longest time, not even thinking. Just... feeling.
I can't wait to see her again.
--Lance
