Neko: And the insanity swells!
Scott: um… ok *-_-
"Ok, I've got a knock-knock joke," Cami started taking the glass beaker off the scale and filling it, "you start."
"Ok, knock-knock," Fred started taking the full glass and weighing it. Ray sat away from them wondering how the hell he'd ended up partnered with those two.
"Who's there?"
Fred blinked trying to figure out where the joke was. "I don't get it."
"You can't start a knock-knock joke!" Ray yelled standing up and looking annoyed with the two. "Can we just get this over with?"
"Ah, ah, ah, Sparky," Cami 'tsked' and shook her finger at him, "just sit back and let us do this before we decide to just trash you."
"Like you…" He stopped as Cami motioned to Fred.
"Ok, as I was saying… What was the measurement for that one?" Fred pointed to his paper where he'd written it down. "Thank you. Ask me what month I was born in."
"What month were you born in?" Fred complied.
"August, now ask me what year."
"What year?"
"Every… Oh wait I messed it up. Darn it. I was suppose to say ask me what month my birthday is then after you ask what year I say every year."
"Well, it would've been funny, I think."
"No it wouldn't have," Ray grumbled being ignored. Just then there seemed to be someone out there watching him as the blissful screech of the fire alarm started up. He started to doubt his revelation that there was a God when Cami looked at Fred mouthed 'Pietro' and Fred nodded. Ack! No member of the Brotherhood would watch out for him, they didn't even watch out for each other, they were evil… Right?
"Look, I'm sorry for Jean and Ray and," Scott started facing Lance acting like conversing with the other mutant was an everyday thing to him. Lance just blinked in return wondering where the hell all this apologizing had come from. "I had no idea Cami was your sister, or that you even had one and I sort of want to talk to you a…" Just then the fire alarm went off. Shit, Scott thought, that wasn't suppose to happen.
"Pietro must've gotten bored again," Lance mumbled yelping in surprise as Summers suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt making sure no one was out yet and kissing him. "Uh…Wha…" Where basically the sounds that came out of the dark haired teen as his brain tried to process just what that was. It didn't get much time, as some of the first out of the doors were Pietro and Todd. What they saw from how far away they were was Summers with Lance by the collar.
"Back off, yo!" Todd yelled hopping up and grabbing Scott's wrist and giving the senior a stern look, or as stern a look as Todd could give.
"You're horribly outnumbered here, Summers," Pietro said in one breath and Fred came up behind Scott and lifted him up by the back of his shirt. In the few (aka many) seconds it'd taken Toad to do his one act of courage and glare at Scott some the speed demon had found the other two members of their rag tag team.
"No he's not," Ray, who'd followed the two had gotten some of the new mutants to play superhero.
"Hey, Sparky," Cami grinned wickedly as the wind started to pick up till the entire school who was now outside was wondering how it had gotten so windy all of a sudden and the science teacher's toupee flew off. "What cha going to do about it?"
"Wait," Lance waved his team off and Fred put Scott down, Cami gradually killed her mild windstorm and Pietro and Todd just stood there. "Wow, I wasn't actually expecting you to listen."
"Yeah, well, you're the only one with a job," Todd answered, "and eating ain't something I'm willing to give up."
"Get back to your classes," Lance ordered amazed at his new power. "Or with your classes or whatever. I can take care of myself, thank you. Plus I have to get to work."
"We're coming by just to see you in that stupid uniform," Pietro informed him.
"I'll make a note of it now GO!" In a few seconds they were all leaving and Scott told the new mutants to scram as well. "Look," Lance started his journey to his jeep back up, "I don't know what the hell that was back there and personally I don't fucking care so how about we forget it happened?"
"Because I have been working up the nerve to do that for a month and a half," Scott practically hissed back hearing the 'ok' bell that let the students go back in but not registering it, "and it wasn't anything easy."
"I don't believe you, you know what I don't want to believe you." Lance fished in his pockets for his keys. "If you want to turn this into a joke just laugh and say 'I got you' or something and I'll laugh too but I am not that way." At that moment his brain was arguing with him that he was and how nice it would be to have those soft lips on his chapped ones once again, but anger, confusion, and 'Avalanche' worked together to beat it down. Unlocking the door Lance glanced back seeing for once Scott smirking instead of him. "Shove it, Summers," the earth manipulator growled at his rival as things started to shift to normal in his head, "maybe next time I won't call Blob, Quicksilver, Whirlwind, and Toad off." He used code names for the sake of sounding threatening and to remind himself that Scott was the opposite, sit on high horse-eat disgusting food that people call delicacies-have places to train, team. Once he'd started the car he turned the radio on.
I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rines but the lack there off would leave me empty inside, swallow my doubt turn it inside out find nothing but…
Lance changed the radio station reminding himself never to leave Cami or Pietro in the car unattended as he had to readjust everything. Scott was still standing there and Lance rolled his eyes finally finding his station again, commercials typical.
"You're cute when you're confused and angry."
"Where the hell did that come from?!" Lance snapped.
"Listen, just let it sink in, k? Then talk to me," Scott suggested playing cool even though he was screaming, shaking, and beating himself with a constant little voice going 'stupid, stupid, stupid' in his head.
"Whatever." Lance hit reverse, 15 minutes left to get to work ten minutes away without any delays and he didn't have anymore time to talk with the X-geek.
A decade ago I never thought I would be, at twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me. But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. I need you to hear. I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me.... I'll never be the same.
Now this was music, why couldn't he convince his friend and sibling of that? Rock was music, good music and yet Pietro had to complain about how it was another pun having to do with rocks and earthquakes and stuff. Now to get through work without falling asleep.
"We never did go see Lance," Todd commented as Pietro flew by him and into the wall. He looked over at the irate Cami who'd caused the speed demon to fly. "Aw what now?"
"He was trying to beat me at my own game," Cami grumbled, "said he could make a tornado better than me and started running around and well… I proved him wrong."
Just then lance slammed the door open and right into Pietro who was just getting over the stun of being thrown into a wall.
"Um…" Todd peeked behind the door at Pietro whose nose was now bleeding. "Well, he's alive."
"Cami, you're horrible for my health," Pietro mumbled getting off the wall and smiling at her, "but I've always appreciated a challenge."
"You're getting blood on the carpet," Fred informed the speedster from the couch.
"I'm not going to ask," Lance sighed flopping onto the couch, "and Pietro, stop bleeding on the carpet."
"Not my fault you slammed the door on me," Pietro cupped his hand under his nose and went into the kitchen for a cloth to help stop the bleeding.
"Shut up, Pietro, I've had a hard day." Lance just sunk into the couch and closed his eyes. Slowly the thoughts about Scott crept back into his head wary of the personalities of Lance that wanted to beat them down.
When Lance opened his eyes again he was in his room. He must've fallen asleep and Fred had brought him up or something. The high school senior got up and looked around and for a moment I felt like I was in some sort of video game. It couldn't really be described, but it felt like in those video games when the screen went black then when it showed again your character was in a completely different place and you're left wondering how the heck they got there.
"That's an interesting way of thinking about it," an almost melodic voice chimed causing Lance to turn around and just stare.
"You're, you're…"
"Honestly, dear, I thought I'd taught you better to stutter like that. But yes, I am dead, I still can come visit you in your dreams though." The woman, about her mid to late thirties not having aged since Lance was ten… or was it eleven when he'd last seen her? Chocolate brown hair cascaded down the woman's shoulders and her matching eyes sparkled in the dim light. "Come, sit." She patted the area on the bed next to her, one leg tucked underneath her. "You can talk to me, you know."
"This is…"
"A dream," the woman answered, "yes, but dreams can be very informative. Now talk to me, Lance."
"I'm just having troubles taking care of everyone and staying and school and all that."
"Maybe you should ask for help?"
"No," he looked out the window to see a golden toned sky and a green field in replace of the run down neighborhood he lived in, "I don't need them to help me, I'm not a kid anymore, mom, ever since you died I haven't needed anyone's help. I can make it work."
"I think you do need them."
"They need me, I don't need them. I've gotten this far on my own and…" He dropped his sentence.
"And it's lonely." Lance winced at her words for some reason. "Now you've got a chance for it to be not so lonely and you don't want to take it. Your friends, Fred, Todd, and Pietro, all of them are company but they're all trying to get along without anyone. They're doing the same thing you are, trying to convince themselves they're needed but don't need anyone."
"What about Cami?"
"Cami is a different case. She fears being hurt and tries to avoid situations where it is possible." A small pause before she continued. "You are the only one she's let get close enough to her to have a chance at hurting her though she's let Fred and Todd get close also."
"Why not Pietro?"
"She's afraid of being hurt like you are afraid of being hurt by Scott."
"I am not! I'm just not that…"
"Don't lie to me, I'm your mother. We don't appreciate lying where I've been. You, Lance, are willing to let Scott in but there are barriers, like what if he's playing with you, what would the others think, what would Cami think. My advice to you is what all kids TV programs advice kids to do."
"Rott there teeth with candy?" The teen fell onto the bed looking at the person he'd wanted to see for so long but was only possible in his dreams.
"No, be yourself and follow your heart," she pressed her lips to his forehead tenderly, "and don't hate someone because you fear your feelings for them." And with that she vanished like she'd been made from sand and the wind had blown her image away. Where she'd been sitting there was a piece of fabric from the blanket she'd given him the day they'd ran away from his father and his sister. He slipped it into his pocket and lied on the bed closing his eyes once again.
"Fred, turn the radio down!" A female voice yelled and Lance pealed his lids open to look up at Cami and noticed how similar she was to their mother. Only difference was her hair was much lighter. "Lance is trying to… oh, never mind!" She smiled at him resting her head in her palms. "Have a nice nap?"
"Yeah," Lance replied slipping his hand into his pocket and frowning slightly when he didn't feel the cloth. Oh well that sort of stuff only happened in the movies. "It was very informative." He got up and headed for the door. "I'll be back in time for dinner." Then Lance was out the door, he had to talk to Scott.
Neko: Hehe, thought the cloth was going to be there didn't ya? Ha, gotcha! Well, this is what comes from me playing too much Final fantasy VIII that was what was with the whole video game thing. Lance and Squall are kind of a like. Well at least to me. Anyway REVIEW! I only got one and I'm feeling find of bummed because I thought that it was good.( Oh, and heads up later Ray might end up with the Brotherhood cause I know numerous people who think that's where he belongs and though I don't know the guy really, what I do know about him all points at yes and plus… I don't know, more area for Sparky torture. Till next chapter!
Scott: um… ok *-_-
"Ok, I've got a knock-knock joke," Cami started taking the glass beaker off the scale and filling it, "you start."
"Ok, knock-knock," Fred started taking the full glass and weighing it. Ray sat away from them wondering how the hell he'd ended up partnered with those two.
"Who's there?"
Fred blinked trying to figure out where the joke was. "I don't get it."
"You can't start a knock-knock joke!" Ray yelled standing up and looking annoyed with the two. "Can we just get this over with?"
"Ah, ah, ah, Sparky," Cami 'tsked' and shook her finger at him, "just sit back and let us do this before we decide to just trash you."
"Like you…" He stopped as Cami motioned to Fred.
"Ok, as I was saying… What was the measurement for that one?" Fred pointed to his paper where he'd written it down. "Thank you. Ask me what month I was born in."
"What month were you born in?" Fred complied.
"August, now ask me what year."
"What year?"
"Every… Oh wait I messed it up. Darn it. I was suppose to say ask me what month my birthday is then after you ask what year I say every year."
"Well, it would've been funny, I think."
"No it wouldn't have," Ray grumbled being ignored. Just then there seemed to be someone out there watching him as the blissful screech of the fire alarm started up. He started to doubt his revelation that there was a God when Cami looked at Fred mouthed 'Pietro' and Fred nodded. Ack! No member of the Brotherhood would watch out for him, they didn't even watch out for each other, they were evil… Right?
"Look, I'm sorry for Jean and Ray and," Scott started facing Lance acting like conversing with the other mutant was an everyday thing to him. Lance just blinked in return wondering where the hell all this apologizing had come from. "I had no idea Cami was your sister, or that you even had one and I sort of want to talk to you a…" Just then the fire alarm went off. Shit, Scott thought, that wasn't suppose to happen.
"Pietro must've gotten bored again," Lance mumbled yelping in surprise as Summers suddenly grabbed the collar of his shirt making sure no one was out yet and kissing him. "Uh…Wha…" Where basically the sounds that came out of the dark haired teen as his brain tried to process just what that was. It didn't get much time, as some of the first out of the doors were Pietro and Todd. What they saw from how far away they were was Summers with Lance by the collar.
"Back off, yo!" Todd yelled hopping up and grabbing Scott's wrist and giving the senior a stern look, or as stern a look as Todd could give.
"You're horribly outnumbered here, Summers," Pietro said in one breath and Fred came up behind Scott and lifted him up by the back of his shirt. In the few (aka many) seconds it'd taken Toad to do his one act of courage and glare at Scott some the speed demon had found the other two members of their rag tag team.
"No he's not," Ray, who'd followed the two had gotten some of the new mutants to play superhero.
"Hey, Sparky," Cami grinned wickedly as the wind started to pick up till the entire school who was now outside was wondering how it had gotten so windy all of a sudden and the science teacher's toupee flew off. "What cha going to do about it?"
"Wait," Lance waved his team off and Fred put Scott down, Cami gradually killed her mild windstorm and Pietro and Todd just stood there. "Wow, I wasn't actually expecting you to listen."
"Yeah, well, you're the only one with a job," Todd answered, "and eating ain't something I'm willing to give up."
"Get back to your classes," Lance ordered amazed at his new power. "Or with your classes or whatever. I can take care of myself, thank you. Plus I have to get to work."
"We're coming by just to see you in that stupid uniform," Pietro informed him.
"I'll make a note of it now GO!" In a few seconds they were all leaving and Scott told the new mutants to scram as well. "Look," Lance started his journey to his jeep back up, "I don't know what the hell that was back there and personally I don't fucking care so how about we forget it happened?"
"Because I have been working up the nerve to do that for a month and a half," Scott practically hissed back hearing the 'ok' bell that let the students go back in but not registering it, "and it wasn't anything easy."
"I don't believe you, you know what I don't want to believe you." Lance fished in his pockets for his keys. "If you want to turn this into a joke just laugh and say 'I got you' or something and I'll laugh too but I am not that way." At that moment his brain was arguing with him that he was and how nice it would be to have those soft lips on his chapped ones once again, but anger, confusion, and 'Avalanche' worked together to beat it down. Unlocking the door Lance glanced back seeing for once Scott smirking instead of him. "Shove it, Summers," the earth manipulator growled at his rival as things started to shift to normal in his head, "maybe next time I won't call Blob, Quicksilver, Whirlwind, and Toad off." He used code names for the sake of sounding threatening and to remind himself that Scott was the opposite, sit on high horse-eat disgusting food that people call delicacies-have places to train, team. Once he'd started the car he turned the radio on.
I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rines but the lack there off would leave me empty inside, swallow my doubt turn it inside out find nothing but…
Lance changed the radio station reminding himself never to leave Cami or Pietro in the car unattended as he had to readjust everything. Scott was still standing there and Lance rolled his eyes finally finding his station again, commercials typical.
"You're cute when you're confused and angry."
"Where the hell did that come from?!" Lance snapped.
"Listen, just let it sink in, k? Then talk to me," Scott suggested playing cool even though he was screaming, shaking, and beating himself with a constant little voice going 'stupid, stupid, stupid' in his head.
"Whatever." Lance hit reverse, 15 minutes left to get to work ten minutes away without any delays and he didn't have anymore time to talk with the X-geek.
A decade ago I never thought I would be, at twenty-three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion. Woe-is-me. But I guess that it comes with the territory; an ominous landscape of never ending calamity. I need you to hear. I need you to see that I have had all I can take and exploding seems like a definite possibility to me. So pardon me while I burst into flames. I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.
So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame. Pardon me, pardon me.... I'll never be the same.
Now this was music, why couldn't he convince his friend and sibling of that? Rock was music, good music and yet Pietro had to complain about how it was another pun having to do with rocks and earthquakes and stuff. Now to get through work without falling asleep.
"We never did go see Lance," Todd commented as Pietro flew by him and into the wall. He looked over at the irate Cami who'd caused the speed demon to fly. "Aw what now?"
"He was trying to beat me at my own game," Cami grumbled, "said he could make a tornado better than me and started running around and well… I proved him wrong."
Just then lance slammed the door open and right into Pietro who was just getting over the stun of being thrown into a wall.
"Um…" Todd peeked behind the door at Pietro whose nose was now bleeding. "Well, he's alive."
"Cami, you're horrible for my health," Pietro mumbled getting off the wall and smiling at her, "but I've always appreciated a challenge."
"You're getting blood on the carpet," Fred informed the speedster from the couch.
"I'm not going to ask," Lance sighed flopping onto the couch, "and Pietro, stop bleeding on the carpet."
"Not my fault you slammed the door on me," Pietro cupped his hand under his nose and went into the kitchen for a cloth to help stop the bleeding.
"Shut up, Pietro, I've had a hard day." Lance just sunk into the couch and closed his eyes. Slowly the thoughts about Scott crept back into his head wary of the personalities of Lance that wanted to beat them down.
When Lance opened his eyes again he was in his room. He must've fallen asleep and Fred had brought him up or something. The high school senior got up and looked around and for a moment I felt like I was in some sort of video game. It couldn't really be described, but it felt like in those video games when the screen went black then when it showed again your character was in a completely different place and you're left wondering how the heck they got there.
"That's an interesting way of thinking about it," an almost melodic voice chimed causing Lance to turn around and just stare.
"You're, you're…"
"Honestly, dear, I thought I'd taught you better to stutter like that. But yes, I am dead, I still can come visit you in your dreams though." The woman, about her mid to late thirties not having aged since Lance was ten… or was it eleven when he'd last seen her? Chocolate brown hair cascaded down the woman's shoulders and her matching eyes sparkled in the dim light. "Come, sit." She patted the area on the bed next to her, one leg tucked underneath her. "You can talk to me, you know."
"This is…"
"A dream," the woman answered, "yes, but dreams can be very informative. Now talk to me, Lance."
"I'm just having troubles taking care of everyone and staying and school and all that."
"Maybe you should ask for help?"
"No," he looked out the window to see a golden toned sky and a green field in replace of the run down neighborhood he lived in, "I don't need them to help me, I'm not a kid anymore, mom, ever since you died I haven't needed anyone's help. I can make it work."
"I think you do need them."
"They need me, I don't need them. I've gotten this far on my own and…" He dropped his sentence.
"And it's lonely." Lance winced at her words for some reason. "Now you've got a chance for it to be not so lonely and you don't want to take it. Your friends, Fred, Todd, and Pietro, all of them are company but they're all trying to get along without anyone. They're doing the same thing you are, trying to convince themselves they're needed but don't need anyone."
"What about Cami?"
"Cami is a different case. She fears being hurt and tries to avoid situations where it is possible." A small pause before she continued. "You are the only one she's let get close enough to her to have a chance at hurting her though she's let Fred and Todd get close also."
"Why not Pietro?"
"She's afraid of being hurt like you are afraid of being hurt by Scott."
"I am not! I'm just not that…"
"Don't lie to me, I'm your mother. We don't appreciate lying where I've been. You, Lance, are willing to let Scott in but there are barriers, like what if he's playing with you, what would the others think, what would Cami think. My advice to you is what all kids TV programs advice kids to do."
"Rott there teeth with candy?" The teen fell onto the bed looking at the person he'd wanted to see for so long but was only possible in his dreams.
"No, be yourself and follow your heart," she pressed her lips to his forehead tenderly, "and don't hate someone because you fear your feelings for them." And with that she vanished like she'd been made from sand and the wind had blown her image away. Where she'd been sitting there was a piece of fabric from the blanket she'd given him the day they'd ran away from his father and his sister. He slipped it into his pocket and lied on the bed closing his eyes once again.
"Fred, turn the radio down!" A female voice yelled and Lance pealed his lids open to look up at Cami and noticed how similar she was to their mother. Only difference was her hair was much lighter. "Lance is trying to… oh, never mind!" She smiled at him resting her head in her palms. "Have a nice nap?"
"Yeah," Lance replied slipping his hand into his pocket and frowning slightly when he didn't feel the cloth. Oh well that sort of stuff only happened in the movies. "It was very informative." He got up and headed for the door. "I'll be back in time for dinner." Then Lance was out the door, he had to talk to Scott.
Neko: Hehe, thought the cloth was going to be there didn't ya? Ha, gotcha! Well, this is what comes from me playing too much Final fantasy VIII that was what was with the whole video game thing. Lance and Squall are kind of a like. Well at least to me. Anyway REVIEW! I only got one and I'm feeling find of bummed because I thought that it was good.( Oh, and heads up later Ray might end up with the Brotherhood cause I know numerous people who think that's where he belongs and though I don't know the guy really, what I do know about him all points at yes and plus… I don't know, more area for Sparky torture. Till next chapter!