For all the Scogue lovers out there and to all the people who hate the fact I write more Rietro than Scogue... this is for you. J.C. Thomas proudly presents I don't know what the hell to name this so humor me. This is an AU... meaning NO powers. For story purposes I made the relations the way they are. You'll see what I mean later on.
"Welcome to our home, Leigh." Smiled an exotic African woman with long white hair and blue eyes. Her arms wrapped around the waist of a taller, broader, muscular man with blue-black hair and a gruff expression. Beside them stood a lanky boy with longish blue hair and gray eyes. He seemed happy to see the girl.
The girl nodded. Her white bangs falling into her green eyes and her wine colored, straight, shoulder length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. Hopefully this place would fair better than the last foster home. She shuddered to think about it.
The man held out a calloused hand to shake hers. "Logan Vincent, this is my wife Ororo Munroe." He gestured to the woman to his side. "And this boy," He jerked his thumb towards the boy, "is Kurt Wagner, one of our kids we look after." The boy, Kurt smiled at her. "So, let's go inside." The girl nodded and followed the three into the nice, quiet, suburban two story house.
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"Allana!" Yelled a young man of 17 with short brown hair and eyes at the top of his lungs. He stood at the bottom of the stairs awaiting an answer.
"What!" A girl yelled back emerging from a room at the top of the stairs a handless phone over her short, spiky purple locks.
"Get off the phone." He glared at her.
"Why should I?" She rolled her blue-green eyes uninterested.
"Because, I have to call Barbie." He scowled at his twin.
"I care because?" She glared back at him.
"Who are you talking to?" He sighed exasperated.
"Not that it's any of your business, but it's Pietro." She turned to go back into her room. "Why don't you go hang out with one of your stupid jock friends?" She threw over her shoulder.
"They're not stupid." He threw back defensively even though some of them were a tad on the dumb side, he wasn't about to admit that. Not that her pathetic trouble maker of a friend Pietro was much better.
"Could have fooled me." She spat before slamming and locking her door.
He growled frustrated. "Scott, get along with you sister." His mother called from the kitchen. He threw up his hands giving up and left the house, keys in hand. He found his beloved red convertible parked beside Allana's pathetic pinto. He scowled, why did she insist on parking so close to his baby? What if she scratched it? He sighed. He might as well go over to Barbie's.
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"How could he do this to me?" A brown skinned 17 year old with shoulder length black hair with blue streaks asked her friend
"He doesn't know what he's missing, chere." The taller teen soothed his dark brown hair in a haphazard ponytail. He pulled her into hug just as the her cell phone rang. They sat on the couch so he scooted down so she could answer it.
"Yes." She greeted.
"Where are you?" Allana practically yelled without warning. The girl held the cell phone away from her ear to recover. When she thought her ear drum was alright again she put it back to her ear. "Don't yell at me... I just got dumped."
"By Will?" Allana gasped.
"Am I dating anyone else?" The girl snapped.
"Get over here, Jasper." Allana said finally before hanging up.
"Well?" He looked at Jasper while she tucked away the phone.
"Lets go to Allana's." Jasper shrugged taking his arm and leaving her house.
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What do you guys think? Should I keep going?
"Welcome to our home, Leigh." Smiled an exotic African woman with long white hair and blue eyes. Her arms wrapped around the waist of a taller, broader, muscular man with blue-black hair and a gruff expression. Beside them stood a lanky boy with longish blue hair and gray eyes. He seemed happy to see the girl.
The girl nodded. Her white bangs falling into her green eyes and her wine colored, straight, shoulder length hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. Hopefully this place would fair better than the last foster home. She shuddered to think about it.
The man held out a calloused hand to shake hers. "Logan Vincent, this is my wife Ororo Munroe." He gestured to the woman to his side. "And this boy," He jerked his thumb towards the boy, "is Kurt Wagner, one of our kids we look after." The boy, Kurt smiled at her. "So, let's go inside." The girl nodded and followed the three into the nice, quiet, suburban two story house.
***
"Allana!" Yelled a young man of 17 with short brown hair and eyes at the top of his lungs. He stood at the bottom of the stairs awaiting an answer.
"What!" A girl yelled back emerging from a room at the top of the stairs a handless phone over her short, spiky purple locks.
"Get off the phone." He glared at her.
"Why should I?" She rolled her blue-green eyes uninterested.
"Because, I have to call Barbie." He scowled at his twin.
"I care because?" She glared back at him.
"Who are you talking to?" He sighed exasperated.
"Not that it's any of your business, but it's Pietro." She turned to go back into her room. "Why don't you go hang out with one of your stupid jock friends?" She threw over her shoulder.
"They're not stupid." He threw back defensively even though some of them were a tad on the dumb side, he wasn't about to admit that. Not that her pathetic trouble maker of a friend Pietro was much better.
"Could have fooled me." She spat before slamming and locking her door.
He growled frustrated. "Scott, get along with you sister." His mother called from the kitchen. He threw up his hands giving up and left the house, keys in hand. He found his beloved red convertible parked beside Allana's pathetic pinto. He scowled, why did she insist on parking so close to his baby? What if she scratched it? He sighed. He might as well go over to Barbie's.
***
"How could he do this to me?" A brown skinned 17 year old with shoulder length black hair with blue streaks asked her friend
"He doesn't know what he's missing, chere." The taller teen soothed his dark brown hair in a haphazard ponytail. He pulled her into hug just as the her cell phone rang. They sat on the couch so he scooted down so she could answer it.
"Yes." She greeted.
"Where are you?" Allana practically yelled without warning. The girl held the cell phone away from her ear to recover. When she thought her ear drum was alright again she put it back to her ear. "Don't yell at me... I just got dumped."
"By Will?" Allana gasped.
"Am I dating anyone else?" The girl snapped.
"Get over here, Jasper." Allana said finally before hanging up.
"Well?" He looked at Jasper while she tucked away the phone.
"Lets go to Allana's." Jasper shrugged taking his arm and leaving her house.
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What do you guys think? Should I keep going?