As I promised, here's chapter 2. thx to all of those who reviewed. =) In
case you guys wanted to know, this is going to be a Lancitty fic, and I
will admit that the Jean bashing probably isn't going to last very long.
their relationship will improve eventually.
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. *sniff*
2nd entry
I went to school today smelling like apple. Seriously. Apparently, Jean felt that if we woke up at six in the morning to start baking the stupid thing, we'd get a lot more done by Thursday. Riiight. By the time I finished three batches, Jean was still on her first batch of meat pie. (Unfortunately, I found no chance to grab it and hurl it at her face for waking me up so early)
That was when Kurt bamfed out of nowhere, took this really huge serving of my apple strudel, and teleported away with it. Not that I was mad or anything - the fact that I heard him throwing up later in the toilet was more than satisfying. Haha. He shouldn't have taken it in the first place!
I tried pointing out to Jean (once again) that we should have used Kurt's response to my cooking as a warning, and possibly end my participation in the bake sale in the event that I should cause a severe case of mass indigestion amongst the students at Bayville High. Only Jean just stubbornly said that it was for a good cause, and no amount of my pleading would make her change her mind. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT????? HOW CAN SHE PUT THE LIVES OF THE STUDENTS AT STAKE???
It only got worse at school. Lance came to my locker, and before he could even greet me properly, he sniffed the air and asked me, "Does that smell like rotten fruit to you?"
Needless to say, I got out of there as fast as I could. Never mind about him not asking me to the spring dance. I just rushed to the girls' bathroom and squirted some of Jean's perfume (I know. ew! But it was a last resort) on myself, and tried to ignore the stares from the people I walked past. It wasn't until Rogue came up to me and told me bluntly that the perfume I was using stank, that I realized that I had sprayed on a tad too much perfume. She was wearing her goth clothes again, which I was about to ask her about, but at that moment, the Brotherhood appeared from the corner, and Rogue and I made a fast exit (me because of Jean's perfume, Rogue because. because.).
Anyway, I just splashed more water on me and got most of the smell off. I still avoided the people I knew (not taking any chances there), and made it to the community center without getting hurled at, which I suppose is a good sign.
Oh, wait, it gets worse. It turns out the only people taking vegetarian cooking classes at the center are OLD GRANNIES!! I was totally the youngest one there, and you could just tell they were trying to identify the weird scent wafting around me, because they were sniffing the air and looking in my direction apprehensively. I was so distracted by all the old folks staring at me that I didn't pay any attention to what the cook was saying
That's it. I'm bathing right after I bake from now on.
tbc
Disclaimer: I don't own x men evolution. *sniff*
2nd entry
I went to school today smelling like apple. Seriously. Apparently, Jean felt that if we woke up at six in the morning to start baking the stupid thing, we'd get a lot more done by Thursday. Riiight. By the time I finished three batches, Jean was still on her first batch of meat pie. (Unfortunately, I found no chance to grab it and hurl it at her face for waking me up so early)
That was when Kurt bamfed out of nowhere, took this really huge serving of my apple strudel, and teleported away with it. Not that I was mad or anything - the fact that I heard him throwing up later in the toilet was more than satisfying. Haha. He shouldn't have taken it in the first place!
I tried pointing out to Jean (once again) that we should have used Kurt's response to my cooking as a warning, and possibly end my participation in the bake sale in the event that I should cause a severe case of mass indigestion amongst the students at Bayville High. Only Jean just stubbornly said that it was for a good cause, and no amount of my pleading would make her change her mind. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT????? HOW CAN SHE PUT THE LIVES OF THE STUDENTS AT STAKE???
It only got worse at school. Lance came to my locker, and before he could even greet me properly, he sniffed the air and asked me, "Does that smell like rotten fruit to you?"
Needless to say, I got out of there as fast as I could. Never mind about him not asking me to the spring dance. I just rushed to the girls' bathroom and squirted some of Jean's perfume (I know. ew! But it was a last resort) on myself, and tried to ignore the stares from the people I walked past. It wasn't until Rogue came up to me and told me bluntly that the perfume I was using stank, that I realized that I had sprayed on a tad too much perfume. She was wearing her goth clothes again, which I was about to ask her about, but at that moment, the Brotherhood appeared from the corner, and Rogue and I made a fast exit (me because of Jean's perfume, Rogue because. because.).
Anyway, I just splashed more water on me and got most of the smell off. I still avoided the people I knew (not taking any chances there), and made it to the community center without getting hurled at, which I suppose is a good sign.
Oh, wait, it gets worse. It turns out the only people taking vegetarian cooking classes at the center are OLD GRANNIES!! I was totally the youngest one there, and you could just tell they were trying to identify the weird scent wafting around me, because they were sniffing the air and looking in my direction apprehensively. I was so distracted by all the old folks staring at me that I didn't pay any attention to what the cook was saying
That's it. I'm bathing right after I bake from now on.
tbc