Neko: And now Scott and Lance talk (without yelling)
Scott: Shut up
Neko: Anyway, I'm thinking of trying a little citrus, not full out lemon, but I want you people *points at you, yes you* to tell me what you want. Being psychic
Scott: Don't you mean psycho?
Neko: Shut up unless you want Lance to get skittish again.
Scott: You're mean
Neko: gr… Being-psychic-only-works-in-person There, ha!
Scott: When you do that do your lips ever catch on fire?
Neko: *-_-
~~
"Why don't we have any to date music in this house?" Cami asked with a frown of disapproval at what was playing.
Fred looked through the music selection, found what he was looking for and switched it with the current music. "They don't make vinyl records anymore."
Yes, it was true. The Brotherhood house was probably the single house in America that had a working vinyl record player. Getting records was pretty cheap though.
Todd jumped onto the table and played air guitar. "BORN TO BE WILD!" For a while he danced and played air guitar and sang 'Born to Be Wild' by Steppin' Wolf. "LIKE A TRUE NATURE'S CHILD!"
"Todd, stop it before I break that record over your head!" Fred snapped covering his ears with his large hands.
"And get off the table!"
"You two ain't no fun, yo," Todd stuck his tongue out at his friends and hopped off the table and over to the fridge. "Wonder where Lance went anyway, he ain't home yet and it's almost dinner time."
"He'd said he'd be back by dinner," Cami replied as Toad pulled out random leftovers to make a meal out of, "so he'll be back by dinner."
"And I was in a coma before I was put in a foster home," Scott swung on the fireman's pole before resting his head on it looking at Lance expectantly as the other mutants legs swung back and forth off the old wooden jungle gym. "Ok, you're turn."
"My turn?"
"Yeah," Scott replied casually taking a seat next to the other, "how'd you end up in a foster home."
"My mom, she never really separated my dad but after she left with me he didn't come looking for us, she was murdered by anti-mutants when I was ten." A sobering silence settled between them and Lance started back up before Scott told him he didn't have to. "I was there, her power was creating force fields or something but she could only create one at a time. Didn't have any place to help her develop her powers. I'd gotten out of bed when I heard her scream." Lance paused and shook his head blinking a couple of times to keep the threatening tears from spilling. "I saw what was going on and hid, I didn't even try to stop them or anything, just hid behind our futon. She used her power to protect me, to keep me from running out and getting myself killed. That's the first time I ever used my own power, it just sort of came out and the men ran because the house was going to come down on them."
"And of course the police came and you were put in a foster home," Scott finished. Lance just nodded. Now I understand why he is such a messed up delinquent, Scott thought to himself as Lance just simply starred out over the playground, I mean, I know my parents died, but he actually saw his mother murdered. That would traumatize anyone.
"I should go home, I said I'd be home for dinner," the earth manipulator finally broke the silence with a slightly choked voice. "I'd rather not they come looking for me, but yeah, you wanted to talk, we talked." He hopped down onto the graveled ground.
"Wait," Scott got up, "how about a movie, tomorrow. We can eat there or whatever."
"I'll think about it."
The next day in English (which anyone who's familiar with my stories knows Scott and Lance have together) Mr. Cox assigned poems to his senior class. They didn't have to be a certain type of poem, just a poem that was original in the next twenty minutes, later they'd share the poems.
Oh great, twenty minutes, so that's how he plans on getting feeling into our poems. Lance rolled his eyes and got out a piece of paper. He didn't want to write a poem, the last one he'd had to share had been so dark that everyone suggested he go see a councilor. He just shrugged and said he'd been going for a whole Edgar Allen Poe thing and most everyone had let it slide. Ok, now to decide what type of poem. Damn it, what's it called. Aw forget it. Lance put the tip of his pencil to pen and started glancing over at Scott through the corner of his eye. Damn, damn, damn! I cannot think of anything. Ok, write Lance, write! With a final breath the rock tumbler started to write for the sake of graduating.
1 Flames of Wrath, Waters of Peace
Shall I burst into the flames of Wrath
or sink into the calm waters of peace
It's often difficult to choose the right path
To be the wolf in the sheep's fleece
Wrath and rage are violent and fierce
Wanting to destroy anything in its way
Hopes, dreams, and hearts it does pierce
But when with you never long does it stay
Peace is neither my preferred choice
Being too boring and far too plain
With too much peace I'll lose my voice
And the me that's me won't be the same
Somewhere the middle ground I'll fine
And finally have a balanced mind. (A/N: My poem, hehe, wrote it for English)
Ok, Lance though putting his pencil down with five minutes left, good enough.
"Time!" Mr. Cox said like it'd been some sort of test. "Now, who wants to share?" There wasn't a hand up. The elder teacher sighed at the lack of participation. "Scott, you start. Front of the class."
The red shaded teen got up and took his paper with him to the front of the class.
"Could you take your glasses off?"
"No, I can't." Scott answered tapping his sunglasses, "Eye condition, have a note." He cleared his throat and started his poem. "Why I Hate You. I hate it when you look at me with that coldness in your eyes. I hate when you turn me away like you don't even care. I hate when you fight with me though I know neither of us really try, deep down we both know that it really isn't fair. I hate you because you hate me, but we both know that's a lie. The reason I hate you the most is that I don't really hate you at all."
There was a pause before some students clapped and Mr. Cox looked like he wanted to kill himself.
"Twenty minutes and that's what you came up with?"
"Yes."
Suddenly Mr. Cox left completely for a few minutes then came back in. "Ok, next."
It was a few more walkouts by the teacher it was time for lunch, and more insanity from the three stooges and Fred.
"I say they should let the coyote catch the road runner."
"NEVER! The roadrunner can never be caught! He's too fast."
"How did we get talking about this?" Fred asked stuffing three chicken nuggets, if that's what they were, into his mouth.
"Um…" Todd thought as Pietro and Cami continued their argument. "I don't know. I think Pietro got hit in the nose with a basketball in PE. Then was saying how it wasn't any worst than being blown into the wall and how Cami had just gotten a lucky break then Cami said 'oh yeah, you're practically the road runner' and it went down hill from there."
"Hah, 'you don't know' my ass," Pietro stuck his tongue out before frowning at Lance. "Hey, where's he today?" Picking up one of the springy false meat nuggets, the speedster chucked it at Lance's head. "Yo, Lance, back to Earth!"
"Sorry, Todd," Lance replied not looking over and realizing the 'yo' had come from Pietro.
"TODD?!?!" Pietro tried to jump out of his seat but Cami grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back down.
"Don't blame him," Cami looked Lance over and shook her head, "he's totally staring at someone. He's gone like totally gaga."
"Cami, listen to yourself."
"Huh? Wha?" She repeated her last statement in her head. "Aw, shit, if I ever sound like that again KILL ME!"
"Ok, so, Lance," Pietro threw another chicken nugget, "who's this girl you're eyeing?" After no answer another chicken nugget was thrown.
"Why are you throwing chicken nuggets at me?" Lance snapped turning around and hurling the recently thrown one back at him. "Aren't you eating any of them?"
"No," the hyper active adrenaline junkie shook his head, "no, not really."
"So, Lance," Todd tried pushing Pietro over but only got hit in the back of the head. "Ow. Ok, that's it speedy." And with that the frog-like mutant used his strong legs to pounce onto Pietro with amazing force and the two ended up wrestling in their seats, getting ketchup everywhere in the process.
"Cut it out you two," Fred frowned at the two wondering if he should break it up. Oh well, it was entertainment.
"Hey, leave me out of this," Cami pushed the two away and rolled her eyes. "So who is she, or h… Damn it you two I said leave me out of this!" She picked up her chicken nuggets and threw them at both of them. Lance sighed with relief knowing what his sister had been about to say.
"I'm going to go get a soda." The senior got up hoping to not come back until after the food fight was over and started to the hall.
"Can we get a puppy?" Cami suddenly blurted out moving into Lance's seat to get away from the two freaks fighting next to hers. "I mean, I asked for a puppy with all my families and over half said I could get one but I never did."
"A puppy?" Fred asked in confusion.
"Yeah, we can go to the animal shelter and get one and name him or her Greg."
Lance shook his head trying to figure out a way that he wasn't in fact related to that.
"Why'd you name a girl dog Greg?"
"Because I can!"
Lance just shook his head and wondered if he should get a soda the human way or the mutant way. Security cameras hadn't been set up yet and if no one were around…. Mutant way would be far easier. He placed his hand on the machine and gave it a good shake frowning when a can of Sprite came out. He'd wanted something caffinated like Mountain Dew, but of course that always meant there was a chance Pietro or Cami would take it and get a sugar high. Those were always interesting.
"You know, some people use money."
Lance sighed not looking at Scott as he popped the tap of his pop, "And some people have money. Unfortunately I'm not one of those people."
"Then don't have a…"
"Shut up before I punch you and risk knocking some creativity into you."
"So you didn't like my poem," Scott said with a pout, "ah well. I liked yours might I add. Didn't know you could actually rhyme."
"You've had caffeine, haven't you?" Lance asked chugging a healthy amount from the Sprite can. "Either that or someone pulled the stick out of your ass."
"I'll have to go with the caffeine."
"Good choice."
"So what about a movie?"
"I have work, and then a house of four insane trouble-makers to manage."
"I understand. How about tomorrow?"
"Same."
"Do you ever get any time to yourself?"
"Yeah, at work."
"Then I'll go there," Scott answered, "just where do you work?"
"If you really care you'll find out, but it's in the mall."
"That narrows things down."
"Yep, I've got to go see if Pietro and Todd are done fighting yet."
"Alright, I'll see you after lunch."
"Maybe."
"Yeah, maybe." Scott smirked, yes actually smirked, and then walked away waving his hand lightly just above his shoulder as a good bye.
A/N: I hate writer's block, but here is the third chapter for everyone who cares! And tell me if I should try a citrus or not.
Scott: Shut up
Neko: Anyway, I'm thinking of trying a little citrus, not full out lemon, but I want you people *points at you, yes you* to tell me what you want. Being psychic
Scott: Don't you mean psycho?
Neko: Shut up unless you want Lance to get skittish again.
Scott: You're mean
Neko: gr… Being-psychic-only-works-in-person There, ha!
Scott: When you do that do your lips ever catch on fire?
Neko: *-_-
~~
"Why don't we have any to date music in this house?" Cami asked with a frown of disapproval at what was playing.
Fred looked through the music selection, found what he was looking for and switched it with the current music. "They don't make vinyl records anymore."
Yes, it was true. The Brotherhood house was probably the single house in America that had a working vinyl record player. Getting records was pretty cheap though.
Todd jumped onto the table and played air guitar. "BORN TO BE WILD!" For a while he danced and played air guitar and sang 'Born to Be Wild' by Steppin' Wolf. "LIKE A TRUE NATURE'S CHILD!"
"Todd, stop it before I break that record over your head!" Fred snapped covering his ears with his large hands.
"And get off the table!"
"You two ain't no fun, yo," Todd stuck his tongue out at his friends and hopped off the table and over to the fridge. "Wonder where Lance went anyway, he ain't home yet and it's almost dinner time."
"He'd said he'd be back by dinner," Cami replied as Toad pulled out random leftovers to make a meal out of, "so he'll be back by dinner."
"And I was in a coma before I was put in a foster home," Scott swung on the fireman's pole before resting his head on it looking at Lance expectantly as the other mutants legs swung back and forth off the old wooden jungle gym. "Ok, you're turn."
"My turn?"
"Yeah," Scott replied casually taking a seat next to the other, "how'd you end up in a foster home."
"My mom, she never really separated my dad but after she left with me he didn't come looking for us, she was murdered by anti-mutants when I was ten." A sobering silence settled between them and Lance started back up before Scott told him he didn't have to. "I was there, her power was creating force fields or something but she could only create one at a time. Didn't have any place to help her develop her powers. I'd gotten out of bed when I heard her scream." Lance paused and shook his head blinking a couple of times to keep the threatening tears from spilling. "I saw what was going on and hid, I didn't even try to stop them or anything, just hid behind our futon. She used her power to protect me, to keep me from running out and getting myself killed. That's the first time I ever used my own power, it just sort of came out and the men ran because the house was going to come down on them."
"And of course the police came and you were put in a foster home," Scott finished. Lance just nodded. Now I understand why he is such a messed up delinquent, Scott thought to himself as Lance just simply starred out over the playground, I mean, I know my parents died, but he actually saw his mother murdered. That would traumatize anyone.
"I should go home, I said I'd be home for dinner," the earth manipulator finally broke the silence with a slightly choked voice. "I'd rather not they come looking for me, but yeah, you wanted to talk, we talked." He hopped down onto the graveled ground.
"Wait," Scott got up, "how about a movie, tomorrow. We can eat there or whatever."
"I'll think about it."
The next day in English (which anyone who's familiar with my stories knows Scott and Lance have together) Mr. Cox assigned poems to his senior class. They didn't have to be a certain type of poem, just a poem that was original in the next twenty minutes, later they'd share the poems.
Oh great, twenty minutes, so that's how he plans on getting feeling into our poems. Lance rolled his eyes and got out a piece of paper. He didn't want to write a poem, the last one he'd had to share had been so dark that everyone suggested he go see a councilor. He just shrugged and said he'd been going for a whole Edgar Allen Poe thing and most everyone had let it slide. Ok, now to decide what type of poem. Damn it, what's it called. Aw forget it. Lance put the tip of his pencil to pen and started glancing over at Scott through the corner of his eye. Damn, damn, damn! I cannot think of anything. Ok, write Lance, write! With a final breath the rock tumbler started to write for the sake of graduating.
1 Flames of Wrath, Waters of Peace
Shall I burst into the flames of Wrath
or sink into the calm waters of peace
It's often difficult to choose the right path
To be the wolf in the sheep's fleece
Wrath and rage are violent and fierce
Wanting to destroy anything in its way
Hopes, dreams, and hearts it does pierce
But when with you never long does it stay
Peace is neither my preferred choice
Being too boring and far too plain
With too much peace I'll lose my voice
And the me that's me won't be the same
Somewhere the middle ground I'll fine
And finally have a balanced mind. (A/N: My poem, hehe, wrote it for English)
Ok, Lance though putting his pencil down with five minutes left, good enough.
"Time!" Mr. Cox said like it'd been some sort of test. "Now, who wants to share?" There wasn't a hand up. The elder teacher sighed at the lack of participation. "Scott, you start. Front of the class."
The red shaded teen got up and took his paper with him to the front of the class.
"Could you take your glasses off?"
"No, I can't." Scott answered tapping his sunglasses, "Eye condition, have a note." He cleared his throat and started his poem. "Why I Hate You. I hate it when you look at me with that coldness in your eyes. I hate when you turn me away like you don't even care. I hate when you fight with me though I know neither of us really try, deep down we both know that it really isn't fair. I hate you because you hate me, but we both know that's a lie. The reason I hate you the most is that I don't really hate you at all."
There was a pause before some students clapped and Mr. Cox looked like he wanted to kill himself.
"Twenty minutes and that's what you came up with?"
"Yes."
Suddenly Mr. Cox left completely for a few minutes then came back in. "Ok, next."
It was a few more walkouts by the teacher it was time for lunch, and more insanity from the three stooges and Fred.
"I say they should let the coyote catch the road runner."
"NEVER! The roadrunner can never be caught! He's too fast."
"How did we get talking about this?" Fred asked stuffing three chicken nuggets, if that's what they were, into his mouth.
"Um…" Todd thought as Pietro and Cami continued their argument. "I don't know. I think Pietro got hit in the nose with a basketball in PE. Then was saying how it wasn't any worst than being blown into the wall and how Cami had just gotten a lucky break then Cami said 'oh yeah, you're practically the road runner' and it went down hill from there."
"Hah, 'you don't know' my ass," Pietro stuck his tongue out before frowning at Lance. "Hey, where's he today?" Picking up one of the springy false meat nuggets, the speedster chucked it at Lance's head. "Yo, Lance, back to Earth!"
"Sorry, Todd," Lance replied not looking over and realizing the 'yo' had come from Pietro.
"TODD?!?!" Pietro tried to jump out of his seat but Cami grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him back down.
"Don't blame him," Cami looked Lance over and shook her head, "he's totally staring at someone. He's gone like totally gaga."
"Cami, listen to yourself."
"Huh? Wha?" She repeated her last statement in her head. "Aw, shit, if I ever sound like that again KILL ME!"
"Ok, so, Lance," Pietro threw another chicken nugget, "who's this girl you're eyeing?" After no answer another chicken nugget was thrown.
"Why are you throwing chicken nuggets at me?" Lance snapped turning around and hurling the recently thrown one back at him. "Aren't you eating any of them?"
"No," the hyper active adrenaline junkie shook his head, "no, not really."
"So, Lance," Todd tried pushing Pietro over but only got hit in the back of the head. "Ow. Ok, that's it speedy." And with that the frog-like mutant used his strong legs to pounce onto Pietro with amazing force and the two ended up wrestling in their seats, getting ketchup everywhere in the process.
"Cut it out you two," Fred frowned at the two wondering if he should break it up. Oh well, it was entertainment.
"Hey, leave me out of this," Cami pushed the two away and rolled her eyes. "So who is she, or h… Damn it you two I said leave me out of this!" She picked up her chicken nuggets and threw them at both of them. Lance sighed with relief knowing what his sister had been about to say.
"I'm going to go get a soda." The senior got up hoping to not come back until after the food fight was over and started to the hall.
"Can we get a puppy?" Cami suddenly blurted out moving into Lance's seat to get away from the two freaks fighting next to hers. "I mean, I asked for a puppy with all my families and over half said I could get one but I never did."
"A puppy?" Fred asked in confusion.
"Yeah, we can go to the animal shelter and get one and name him or her Greg."
Lance shook his head trying to figure out a way that he wasn't in fact related to that.
"Why'd you name a girl dog Greg?"
"Because I can!"
Lance just shook his head and wondered if he should get a soda the human way or the mutant way. Security cameras hadn't been set up yet and if no one were around…. Mutant way would be far easier. He placed his hand on the machine and gave it a good shake frowning when a can of Sprite came out. He'd wanted something caffinated like Mountain Dew, but of course that always meant there was a chance Pietro or Cami would take it and get a sugar high. Those were always interesting.
"You know, some people use money."
Lance sighed not looking at Scott as he popped the tap of his pop, "And some people have money. Unfortunately I'm not one of those people."
"Then don't have a…"
"Shut up before I punch you and risk knocking some creativity into you."
"So you didn't like my poem," Scott said with a pout, "ah well. I liked yours might I add. Didn't know you could actually rhyme."
"You've had caffeine, haven't you?" Lance asked chugging a healthy amount from the Sprite can. "Either that or someone pulled the stick out of your ass."
"I'll have to go with the caffeine."
"Good choice."
"So what about a movie?"
"I have work, and then a house of four insane trouble-makers to manage."
"I understand. How about tomorrow?"
"Same."
"Do you ever get any time to yourself?"
"Yeah, at work."
"Then I'll go there," Scott answered, "just where do you work?"
"If you really care you'll find out, but it's in the mall."
"That narrows things down."
"Yep, I've got to go see if Pietro and Todd are done fighting yet."
"Alright, I'll see you after lunch."
"Maybe."
"Yeah, maybe." Scott smirked, yes actually smirked, and then walked away waving his hand lightly just above his shoulder as a good bye.
A/N: I hate writer's block, but here is the third chapter for everyone who cares! And tell me if I should try a citrus or not.