Hihi! On time again once more! I'm working on the other versh of this:
Rogue's diary. Count it as a kind-of sequel, but I guess it happens around
this time (while Kitty is writing). I've got the main points down, but I
need to refine the plot a bit more, so it probably won't be out so soon.
Any suggestions for the pairings? =)
To my v. nice reviewers: klucky, me, evolutionary spider, InterNutter (hehe another funny journal entry btw =) ), flitwicke, MeL, amerase, Amicitia (thank you for the names for the kitten) todd fan and Red Witch. Thanks for your reviews! I promise I'll review your fics as well (if you have any), yeah? *huggies*
Disclaimer: I do not own x men evolution. I just realized I haven't put this disclaimer up for quite a while. Oh well.
Entry 14
Today has been the worst day of my life. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But it definitely classifies as one of the worst.
I was awoken at around six in the morning by the stupid sounds of Lance, Scott and Kurt in the cupboard. For some insane reason, they were locked in, and I had to stumble across the room to free them from their captivity. In my groggy state, I was therefore obviously not in my right mind, thus after opening that blasted door, I crawled back into bed and continued sleeping.
It was only around seven when I realized the dumbness of my action. I jerked out of bed, only to find Scott, Lance and Kurt all curled up in a pile on the floor. It was actually pretty cute, and my kitten was perched on the top of the pile, sitting on Kurt's head. Rogue was up already, with the most evil of smiles on her face. She was holding a camera, and practically used up a whole roll of film just to capture it "from different angles", or so she claimed.
"It also serves as an excellent form of blackmail," she added with a snigger. I have to admit, it was a pretty smart idea, because that would give me ample reason not to do any chores for the month.
I started getting worried (so what's new?) about what would happen when they woke up, so I tried nudging them gently with my foot. No luck.
"You have to do it like this," Rogue stated, and delivered a swift kick to Lance's gut. He groaned and rolled off the pile. His eyes flitted open slightly, and then closed again instantly. He started covering his eyes. "Ow! I can't see! Turn it off! Turn it off!" He accidentally jabbed Kurt's leg with his elbow as he rolled around helplessly.
I watched this with fascination. "You know, with him covering his eyes like that, you'd think he was Scott." I tried kicking Scott too, but the only response I got was a halfhearted snore.
I heard doors opening in the hallway. "Get up," Rogue said through gritted teeth. "You have to act like you just came back from Toronto. Hurry up!" At the last part, she lost all patience and tried lifting Scott and almost fell to her feet. "He needs to lose some," she deadpanned.
I attempted lifting Lance, who was still rolling around, clutching his head. "Don't talk. . . so loudly. . ." He held on to the bedpost as if it was some life-saving device, and from the looks of it, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon. Rogue joined me in the struggle to detach Lance from the bedpost. After ten minutes of tugging, Rogue gave up and yelled into his ear. Lance groaned and held his hands to his ears, so we took the opportunity to drag him to the corner, where there was nothing for him to hang onto. He moaned and curled up miserably.
Meanwhile, we managed to wake Kurt up by dumping cold water on his face (Rogue's idea, not mine), where he got such a shock that he bamfed off to the bathroom and started screaming. I had to go calm him down, while Rogue was visibly trying very hard to wake Scott up. The water had zero reaction on him, so she started screaming in his ear to rouse him. Predictably, he tried getting up to run away, perhaps, but Rogue just yanked him to his feet, where he promptly fell down again. She threw up her hands in defeat. Scott looked terrible, all disheveled and hungover. "Where am I?" He scratched his head, oblivious to the very cold reactions of Rogue and me.
After twenty torturous minutes of helping them wash up, we gathered the semi-awake drunkards to give them a final briefing. We carefully and slowly instructed Lance to climb out of the window downstairs and make his way to school. I'm not sure the message did get to him, because he just nodded dazedly and stared at me in bewilderment, as if he were trying to remember who I was.
Rogue used her "hypnotic method" to get Scott and Kurt briefed on their duties. "You will be happy about Toronto. You will tell the professor you came back at seven and went up to rest. You will make sure that you don't mention anything about alcohol, or about sleeping in the cupboard." She sat back, satisfied, and I looked at her admiringly.
"What kind of hypnotic method is that?" I tossed the empty mouthwash bottles in the bin, and watched Lance make his way giddily across the lawn. He kept teetering to the side, and for a fleeting moment I thought he was going to trip over his own feet. Thankfully, he managed to make it out of sight before anyone else saw him.
Rogue was still trying to make Scott and Kurt look presentable. "Some little thing I saw on television," she said absentmindedly, in reply to my question. "Done!"
We headed downstairs, late (obviously). The professor spotted Scott and Kurt and greeted them seriously.
"Scott, Kurt - how was the exhibition yesterday?"
"Great," Scott said tonelessly. Kurt looked confused and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like "cupboard". Next to me, Rogue groaned inaudibly and dragged me to the dining room, where Jean and Evan were already getting ready to leave. After dodging the curious questions from Jean, we managed to make it out of he building before the professor suspected anything about the exhibition story.
And so, after the grueling day of school, I found myself looking forward to going back to the Institute at the end of the day. Of course, there was Logan, all suspicious-looking, at the front doorstep. He led me upstairs to have one of his famous "talks".
At first, I thought it was going to be a typical birds and the bees thing, so I tried to look indifferent in the event I felt like laughing out loud. I waited paitiently for him to clear his throat and settle on the armchair. He then faced me seriously, and I was kind of scared, because I thought he was going to say someone I knew was in the hospital or something.
"Half-pint," he began, then faltered. "Are you on drugs?"
At that, I did laugh out loud. _Hellooo? Drugs? Was the guy insane?_ Logan raised his eyebrows, and I collected my breath. "I'm not on drugs." I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, for starters, you might want to explain the stench of alcohol in your cupboard."
"I - "
"And Jean's perfume wafting in the room?"
I smiled weakly. "Air freshener?"
Logan snorted derisively. "Half-pint, I'll ask you one last time. Why have you been acting so crazy lately?"
A million answers flew through my head, none of them sounding remotely convincing. Somehow, I felt "Oh I've been consuming too much aspirin" wasn't going to cut it. I took a deep breath. "Well, I guess I've been distracted lately - kind of."
"By what?"
"Uh - school and stuff. Homework."
"And?"
"And. . . uh . . . " I racked my brains, suddenly wishing my magical ability to lie would just come back and let me get away with it.
"Alcohol?"
"I don't drink!" I prayed for the ground would open up and suck me down with it. "I'm underage," I added hopefully.
Logan looked as if he was about to delve deeper in his questioning, but Jean appeared down the hallway and yelled that he had a call. I heard him grumble, and he turned to me. "We'll finish this conversation later." He then headed off, following Jean down the stairs. I was filled with relief for Jean's distraction.
Scott and Kurt were napping. The professor let them sleep through dinner, because he probably felt that they would be too tired from the field trip to stay up for long. I was amazed he had actually bought the story, and from Rogue's disbelieving expression, I could tell that she was, too.
Right after dinner, I made it a point to head back to my room and curl up in bed. Before I practically sprinted to my room, I heard snippets of Logan's conversation with the professor. I caught bits of "I think there's something wrong with Half-pint. I'm going to . . ."
I'm torn between staying here and going downstairs to eavesdrop more. Should I go down? Do I stay here? Who cares what they're going to do to me? I'll just stay here, thank you, in a room which stinks of perfume a la Jean. I will be firm and stand my ground. I will not budge.
Then again, listening in wouldn't really hurt anyone. At least I can be prepared for my druggie punishment, right?
That's it. I'm going. More later.
Tbc. . .
[A/n: Yay! Finished! Next up: more war and counseling on the home front. Please review!!! =)=) Next update will be on Sunday.]
To my v. nice reviewers: klucky, me, evolutionary spider, InterNutter (hehe another funny journal entry btw =) ), flitwicke, MeL, amerase, Amicitia (thank you for the names for the kitten) todd fan and Red Witch. Thanks for your reviews! I promise I'll review your fics as well (if you have any), yeah? *huggies*
Disclaimer: I do not own x men evolution. I just realized I haven't put this disclaimer up for quite a while. Oh well.
Entry 14
Today has been the worst day of my life. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a little. But it definitely classifies as one of the worst.
I was awoken at around six in the morning by the stupid sounds of Lance, Scott and Kurt in the cupboard. For some insane reason, they were locked in, and I had to stumble across the room to free them from their captivity. In my groggy state, I was therefore obviously not in my right mind, thus after opening that blasted door, I crawled back into bed and continued sleeping.
It was only around seven when I realized the dumbness of my action. I jerked out of bed, only to find Scott, Lance and Kurt all curled up in a pile on the floor. It was actually pretty cute, and my kitten was perched on the top of the pile, sitting on Kurt's head. Rogue was up already, with the most evil of smiles on her face. She was holding a camera, and practically used up a whole roll of film just to capture it "from different angles", or so she claimed.
"It also serves as an excellent form of blackmail," she added with a snigger. I have to admit, it was a pretty smart idea, because that would give me ample reason not to do any chores for the month.
I started getting worried (so what's new?) about what would happen when they woke up, so I tried nudging them gently with my foot. No luck.
"You have to do it like this," Rogue stated, and delivered a swift kick to Lance's gut. He groaned and rolled off the pile. His eyes flitted open slightly, and then closed again instantly. He started covering his eyes. "Ow! I can't see! Turn it off! Turn it off!" He accidentally jabbed Kurt's leg with his elbow as he rolled around helplessly.
I watched this with fascination. "You know, with him covering his eyes like that, you'd think he was Scott." I tried kicking Scott too, but the only response I got was a halfhearted snore.
I heard doors opening in the hallway. "Get up," Rogue said through gritted teeth. "You have to act like you just came back from Toronto. Hurry up!" At the last part, she lost all patience and tried lifting Scott and almost fell to her feet. "He needs to lose some," she deadpanned.
I attempted lifting Lance, who was still rolling around, clutching his head. "Don't talk. . . so loudly. . ." He held on to the bedpost as if it was some life-saving device, and from the looks of it, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon. Rogue joined me in the struggle to detach Lance from the bedpost. After ten minutes of tugging, Rogue gave up and yelled into his ear. Lance groaned and held his hands to his ears, so we took the opportunity to drag him to the corner, where there was nothing for him to hang onto. He moaned and curled up miserably.
Meanwhile, we managed to wake Kurt up by dumping cold water on his face (Rogue's idea, not mine), where he got such a shock that he bamfed off to the bathroom and started screaming. I had to go calm him down, while Rogue was visibly trying very hard to wake Scott up. The water had zero reaction on him, so she started screaming in his ear to rouse him. Predictably, he tried getting up to run away, perhaps, but Rogue just yanked him to his feet, where he promptly fell down again. She threw up her hands in defeat. Scott looked terrible, all disheveled and hungover. "Where am I?" He scratched his head, oblivious to the very cold reactions of Rogue and me.
After twenty torturous minutes of helping them wash up, we gathered the semi-awake drunkards to give them a final briefing. We carefully and slowly instructed Lance to climb out of the window downstairs and make his way to school. I'm not sure the message did get to him, because he just nodded dazedly and stared at me in bewilderment, as if he were trying to remember who I was.
Rogue used her "hypnotic method" to get Scott and Kurt briefed on their duties. "You will be happy about Toronto. You will tell the professor you came back at seven and went up to rest. You will make sure that you don't mention anything about alcohol, or about sleeping in the cupboard." She sat back, satisfied, and I looked at her admiringly.
"What kind of hypnotic method is that?" I tossed the empty mouthwash bottles in the bin, and watched Lance make his way giddily across the lawn. He kept teetering to the side, and for a fleeting moment I thought he was going to trip over his own feet. Thankfully, he managed to make it out of sight before anyone else saw him.
Rogue was still trying to make Scott and Kurt look presentable. "Some little thing I saw on television," she said absentmindedly, in reply to my question. "Done!"
We headed downstairs, late (obviously). The professor spotted Scott and Kurt and greeted them seriously.
"Scott, Kurt - how was the exhibition yesterday?"
"Great," Scott said tonelessly. Kurt looked confused and mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like "cupboard". Next to me, Rogue groaned inaudibly and dragged me to the dining room, where Jean and Evan were already getting ready to leave. After dodging the curious questions from Jean, we managed to make it out of he building before the professor suspected anything about the exhibition story.
And so, after the grueling day of school, I found myself looking forward to going back to the Institute at the end of the day. Of course, there was Logan, all suspicious-looking, at the front doorstep. He led me upstairs to have one of his famous "talks".
At first, I thought it was going to be a typical birds and the bees thing, so I tried to look indifferent in the event I felt like laughing out loud. I waited paitiently for him to clear his throat and settle on the armchair. He then faced me seriously, and I was kind of scared, because I thought he was going to say someone I knew was in the hospital or something.
"Half-pint," he began, then faltered. "Are you on drugs?"
At that, I did laugh out loud. _Hellooo? Drugs? Was the guy insane?_ Logan raised his eyebrows, and I collected my breath. "I'm not on drugs." I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, for starters, you might want to explain the stench of alcohol in your cupboard."
"I - "
"And Jean's perfume wafting in the room?"
I smiled weakly. "Air freshener?"
Logan snorted derisively. "Half-pint, I'll ask you one last time. Why have you been acting so crazy lately?"
A million answers flew through my head, none of them sounding remotely convincing. Somehow, I felt "Oh I've been consuming too much aspirin" wasn't going to cut it. I took a deep breath. "Well, I guess I've been distracted lately - kind of."
"By what?"
"Uh - school and stuff. Homework."
"And?"
"And. . . uh . . . " I racked my brains, suddenly wishing my magical ability to lie would just come back and let me get away with it.
"Alcohol?"
"I don't drink!" I prayed for the ground would open up and suck me down with it. "I'm underage," I added hopefully.
Logan looked as if he was about to delve deeper in his questioning, but Jean appeared down the hallway and yelled that he had a call. I heard him grumble, and he turned to me. "We'll finish this conversation later." He then headed off, following Jean down the stairs. I was filled with relief for Jean's distraction.
Scott and Kurt were napping. The professor let them sleep through dinner, because he probably felt that they would be too tired from the field trip to stay up for long. I was amazed he had actually bought the story, and from Rogue's disbelieving expression, I could tell that she was, too.
Right after dinner, I made it a point to head back to my room and curl up in bed. Before I practically sprinted to my room, I heard snippets of Logan's conversation with the professor. I caught bits of "I think there's something wrong with Half-pint. I'm going to . . ."
I'm torn between staying here and going downstairs to eavesdrop more. Should I go down? Do I stay here? Who cares what they're going to do to me? I'll just stay here, thank you, in a room which stinks of perfume a la Jean. I will be firm and stand my ground. I will not budge.
Then again, listening in wouldn't really hurt anyone. At least I can be prepared for my druggie punishment, right?
That's it. I'm going. More later.
Tbc. . .
[A/n: Yay! Finished! Next up: more war and counseling on the home front. Please review!!! =)=) Next update will be on Sunday.]