Thank you reviewers!! I can't mention you all this time because I'm rushing
off to do my piano theory and stuff. This chappie took some time because my
cousin kept trying (not so) helpfully to give ideas, all of which are. . .
interesting, I suppose, if you want to put it positively. Oh, and I'm on
time again! Yay!
Entry 16 (gosh that's fast!)
I'm noting this day on the calendar. Next year, I can look at it and crack up when I remember what happened.
This morning, Ororo told us that she was going to visit her sick relative in another state, and informed us that she'd only be returning after a few days. That was okay, except for the part when she told us we would have to do our own grocery shopping and stuff. Logan heard this and choked on the bagel he was halfway consuming, distracted from his usual murderous looks he shoots at my kitten during breakfast, when it starts cuddling his leg.
"You mean _I_ have to do the shopping?" he asked incredulously, ignoring his bagel completely. He looked kind of ill.
"Of course not!" Ororo bit her lip. "Since I'm the only one doing the household chores most of the time, Xavier informed me that the children would be happy to assist you." She looked at us pleadingly.
"Sure," Jean piped up, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I mean, how bad can it be?"
"Answer - pretty bad," Rogue whispered to me. "When I first came here, and Logan was supposed to take me shopping for supplies and stuff, he practically threw a fit in the middle of the mall when I started trying clothes on. I mean, that guy has zero patience whatsoever." She rolled her eyes.
I laughed. Big mistake. Logan turned to me and gave me this threatening look, before turning back to Ororo. "Can't you just buy the groceries before you leave?"
Ororo's voice was firm. "No. Xavier says you need to spend more time connecting with the children. In other words, you'll be chaperoning for the trip to the mall today." She said it with this tone of finality too, and I could barely keep from giggling at Logan's expression.
After breakfast, Logan became his usually grumbly self. Even more irritable, if that was possible. Or maybe it was because there wasn't any lunch ready, as the fridge was empty ("I swear, you damn kids eat like elephants!" he had snapped while we gleefully dialed for Ben's pizza). By three o' clock, I could tell he had reached a resolution, largely due to the absence of his rapidly depleting beer. He looked dreading as he announced, "We're going to the mall. Now."
Nobody dared to argue. We changed and headed for the van, where we piled in, chattering loudly and laughing. A silence fell upon the van as Logan threatened us with his claws in the front, and only the sound of the irritable yet continuous honking of the horn (man, this guy's obsessive) was heard for the rest of the journey.
The mood lightened relatively when we all entered the mall, though. Before we all got started, he gathered us in the front for a "pep talk".
"Now, listen all of you," he growled menacingly. "I don't want any running around, or shouting of any sort. We'll be staying together in one group, and this will be done in less than an hour. Got it?"
"Yup," we nodded solemnly. Of course, you can guess how _that_ turned out.
In no less than twenty seconds, our group had effectively separated into various sectors. Rogue and me went to check out the new cd store; Kurt and Evan made a dash for the arcade, Jean wandered off to the bookstore; and Scott - as our fearless leader - tried to help a very agitated Logan regroup. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
I could tell Logan was having a migraine. I heard him mumble something under his breath, and Scott's shocked reaction was really comical to watch. He headed off to the pharmacy for more aspirin, I believe. What was even more comical was the look on his face when we all realized he was the one holding the Professor's credit card. Naturally, it was our duty to inform him when we wanted to buy something.
"LOGAN! I wanna buy this cd! It's really cool!"
"COULD WE BORROW SOME COINS? WE'RE RUNNING LOW HERE!!"
"HEY! I ASKED FIRST! . . . LOGAN!!"
"COULD I BORROW TEN DOLLARS? I'LL RETURN IT AS SOON AS I CAN! . . . *mumbles* Like maybe next year?"
"Do you think this jumper looks good on me?"
"Oooh! Ice cream!"
"Wow! This shirt would look great on you!"
"You think so? Should I buy it? Oh, LO - GAN!!"
Stuff like that. Considering the fact that Logan was popping aspirin in by the packet, which is no easy feat, he must have been pretty pissed from all the staring he was getting from passer-bys. One old woman even commented, "You'd think that a man with this many children would have learnt to control them by now, wouldn't you?" to her friend (a fellow granny in my cooking class). I had absolutely no idea how menacing Logan could look when he meant it, causing the ladies to scurry away hastily at the sight of his face, which wasn't very nice of him. I told him so, but Logan only grunted out something inaudible in reply. I guessed that he was going to do the grocery by himself at the rate we were going, but before I knew what was happening, he was dragging me off to the store with him, Rogue tagging behind, amused.
"Alright. . . " Logan looked unsure. "What're we getting again?"
"Didn't you make a list? You know, before we left -"
"That wasn't no bloody list, that was my will and testament."
"Oh." Silence.
Rogue and me followed Logan warily as he did his typical "grab-and-take" routine, which means that he didn't even look at what he was holding, and just dumped it into the trolley. I was under the impression that he wanted to get out to there as soon as possible.
"We need eggs that aren't cracked open," Rogue commented as she watched Logan grab a carton of eggs and carelessly drop them into the trolley. He looked peeved, then took more eggs (more carefully, I noted) and placed them on the previously cracked ones.
We spent the rest of the time in the grocery store repeating that routine. By the time we were done, we had managed to purchase two dozen very tattered-looking eggs, three squashed loaves of bread, five cartons of milk with accidental claw marks on their surfaces, two bags of assorted vegetables, servings of pork and chicken, and some random fruits. The cashier gave us a funny look as we cashed in the card, but seriously, who could blame her? It's not everyday you see a grown aggressive mutant with adamantium claws shooting out of his knuckles go grocery shopping with an intangible person and a untouchable post-goth gal.
The moment we stepped out of the store, I think Logan kind of lost it when he saw Kurt and Evan fishing for pennies in the fountain with a net. Scott was counting the coins they had fished up in the background, while Jean stared off into space.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!?" He yelled, at the sight of them digging for money. The aspirin didn't seem to be working, and I could see a vein throbbing in his forehead. Without waiting for an answer, he started shouting again, barely noticing that people around him were starting to stare very openly. "I WANT ALL OF YOU BACK IN THE VAN!!! NOW!!" He practically shoved the whole lot of us out into the parking lot, and locked us into the van, returning a few minutes later with his arms full of beer bottles and scotch.
When we got back, the professor greeted us in the living room. "How was it?" he questioned encouragingly. His face fell when he saw Logan come back with the miserable bags of groceries. "Is that all you bought? I'm afraid I have to request of you to do another round tomorrow, Logan, for I fear it may not be enough to last us until tomorrow."
No one was more surprised than the professor himself when Logan laughed out loud suddenly, waving his arms around, together with the bags. There was a sickening crunch at the sound of the eggs shattering against the wall, and a stagnant pause ensued as we contemplated on what just happened. Logan paused in his arm waving exercises, and dropped the bags on the floor before climbing the stairs dazedly, undoubtedly heading for the booze already delivered to his room.
The professor smiled at all of us, his eyes twinkling. "I trust you all won't be objecting to ordering take-out." Amidst our cheering, he shot us another smile as he made his way to the study. I know it's mean, but I hope Storm's cousin doesn't recover that soon. A flu only lasts for, at the most, four days.
But I can always hope, right?
Kitty's to-do list:
English essay (done. I'm not risking any more sessions of detention anyhow.)
Irritate Logan (not an option. Knowing him, he'll be unconscious for two days with all that booze.)
Beg Rogue to reveal her darn secret already (where _is_ that girl? Is she missing AGAIN??)
Call Lance.
Tbc.. .
[A/n: Phew! That was really tiring. Think I'm going to sleep now. *drops off* =) Please review! Thanks!]
Entry 16 (gosh that's fast!)
I'm noting this day on the calendar. Next year, I can look at it and crack up when I remember what happened.
This morning, Ororo told us that she was going to visit her sick relative in another state, and informed us that she'd only be returning after a few days. That was okay, except for the part when she told us we would have to do our own grocery shopping and stuff. Logan heard this and choked on the bagel he was halfway consuming, distracted from his usual murderous looks he shoots at my kitten during breakfast, when it starts cuddling his leg.
"You mean _I_ have to do the shopping?" he asked incredulously, ignoring his bagel completely. He looked kind of ill.
"Of course not!" Ororo bit her lip. "Since I'm the only one doing the household chores most of the time, Xavier informed me that the children would be happy to assist you." She looked at us pleadingly.
"Sure," Jean piped up, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. "I mean, how bad can it be?"
"Answer - pretty bad," Rogue whispered to me. "When I first came here, and Logan was supposed to take me shopping for supplies and stuff, he practically threw a fit in the middle of the mall when I started trying clothes on. I mean, that guy has zero patience whatsoever." She rolled her eyes.
I laughed. Big mistake. Logan turned to me and gave me this threatening look, before turning back to Ororo. "Can't you just buy the groceries before you leave?"
Ororo's voice was firm. "No. Xavier says you need to spend more time connecting with the children. In other words, you'll be chaperoning for the trip to the mall today." She said it with this tone of finality too, and I could barely keep from giggling at Logan's expression.
After breakfast, Logan became his usually grumbly self. Even more irritable, if that was possible. Or maybe it was because there wasn't any lunch ready, as the fridge was empty ("I swear, you damn kids eat like elephants!" he had snapped while we gleefully dialed for Ben's pizza). By three o' clock, I could tell he had reached a resolution, largely due to the absence of his rapidly depleting beer. He looked dreading as he announced, "We're going to the mall. Now."
Nobody dared to argue. We changed and headed for the van, where we piled in, chattering loudly and laughing. A silence fell upon the van as Logan threatened us with his claws in the front, and only the sound of the irritable yet continuous honking of the horn (man, this guy's obsessive) was heard for the rest of the journey.
The mood lightened relatively when we all entered the mall, though. Before we all got started, he gathered us in the front for a "pep talk".
"Now, listen all of you," he growled menacingly. "I don't want any running around, or shouting of any sort. We'll be staying together in one group, and this will be done in less than an hour. Got it?"
"Yup," we nodded solemnly. Of course, you can guess how _that_ turned out.
In no less than twenty seconds, our group had effectively separated into various sectors. Rogue and me went to check out the new cd store; Kurt and Evan made a dash for the arcade, Jean wandered off to the bookstore; and Scott - as our fearless leader - tried to help a very agitated Logan regroup. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
I could tell Logan was having a migraine. I heard him mumble something under his breath, and Scott's shocked reaction was really comical to watch. He headed off to the pharmacy for more aspirin, I believe. What was even more comical was the look on his face when we all realized he was the one holding the Professor's credit card. Naturally, it was our duty to inform him when we wanted to buy something.
"LOGAN! I wanna buy this cd! It's really cool!"
"COULD WE BORROW SOME COINS? WE'RE RUNNING LOW HERE!!"
"HEY! I ASKED FIRST! . . . LOGAN!!"
"COULD I BORROW TEN DOLLARS? I'LL RETURN IT AS SOON AS I CAN! . . . *mumbles* Like maybe next year?"
"Do you think this jumper looks good on me?"
"Oooh! Ice cream!"
"Wow! This shirt would look great on you!"
"You think so? Should I buy it? Oh, LO - GAN!!"
Stuff like that. Considering the fact that Logan was popping aspirin in by the packet, which is no easy feat, he must have been pretty pissed from all the staring he was getting from passer-bys. One old woman even commented, "You'd think that a man with this many children would have learnt to control them by now, wouldn't you?" to her friend (a fellow granny in my cooking class). I had absolutely no idea how menacing Logan could look when he meant it, causing the ladies to scurry away hastily at the sight of his face, which wasn't very nice of him. I told him so, but Logan only grunted out something inaudible in reply. I guessed that he was going to do the grocery by himself at the rate we were going, but before I knew what was happening, he was dragging me off to the store with him, Rogue tagging behind, amused.
"Alright. . . " Logan looked unsure. "What're we getting again?"
"Didn't you make a list? You know, before we left -"
"That wasn't no bloody list, that was my will and testament."
"Oh." Silence.
Rogue and me followed Logan warily as he did his typical "grab-and-take" routine, which means that he didn't even look at what he was holding, and just dumped it into the trolley. I was under the impression that he wanted to get out to there as soon as possible.
"We need eggs that aren't cracked open," Rogue commented as she watched Logan grab a carton of eggs and carelessly drop them into the trolley. He looked peeved, then took more eggs (more carefully, I noted) and placed them on the previously cracked ones.
We spent the rest of the time in the grocery store repeating that routine. By the time we were done, we had managed to purchase two dozen very tattered-looking eggs, three squashed loaves of bread, five cartons of milk with accidental claw marks on their surfaces, two bags of assorted vegetables, servings of pork and chicken, and some random fruits. The cashier gave us a funny look as we cashed in the card, but seriously, who could blame her? It's not everyday you see a grown aggressive mutant with adamantium claws shooting out of his knuckles go grocery shopping with an intangible person and a untouchable post-goth gal.
The moment we stepped out of the store, I think Logan kind of lost it when he saw Kurt and Evan fishing for pennies in the fountain with a net. Scott was counting the coins they had fished up in the background, while Jean stared off into space.
"What the hell are you guys doing?!?" He yelled, at the sight of them digging for money. The aspirin didn't seem to be working, and I could see a vein throbbing in his forehead. Without waiting for an answer, he started shouting again, barely noticing that people around him were starting to stare very openly. "I WANT ALL OF YOU BACK IN THE VAN!!! NOW!!" He practically shoved the whole lot of us out into the parking lot, and locked us into the van, returning a few minutes later with his arms full of beer bottles and scotch.
When we got back, the professor greeted us in the living room. "How was it?" he questioned encouragingly. His face fell when he saw Logan come back with the miserable bags of groceries. "Is that all you bought? I'm afraid I have to request of you to do another round tomorrow, Logan, for I fear it may not be enough to last us until tomorrow."
No one was more surprised than the professor himself when Logan laughed out loud suddenly, waving his arms around, together with the bags. There was a sickening crunch at the sound of the eggs shattering against the wall, and a stagnant pause ensued as we contemplated on what just happened. Logan paused in his arm waving exercises, and dropped the bags on the floor before climbing the stairs dazedly, undoubtedly heading for the booze already delivered to his room.
The professor smiled at all of us, his eyes twinkling. "I trust you all won't be objecting to ordering take-out." Amidst our cheering, he shot us another smile as he made his way to the study. I know it's mean, but I hope Storm's cousin doesn't recover that soon. A flu only lasts for, at the most, four days.
But I can always hope, right?
Kitty's to-do list:
English essay (done. I'm not risking any more sessions of detention anyhow.)
Irritate Logan (not an option. Knowing him, he'll be unconscious for two days with all that booze.)
Beg Rogue to reveal her darn secret already (where _is_ that girl? Is she missing AGAIN??)
Call Lance.
Tbc.. .
[A/n: Phew! That was really tiring. Think I'm going to sleep now. *drops off* =) Please review! Thanks!]