Part 4 ^_^
"Hey," someone said in a traditional gentle voice. The sort of voice
that said, "Look, I know you're upset, and I don't want you to be upset
with me, but I know that you *are*, but I'm still going to try and
comfort you 'cause we're all girls together and you can just deal with
it."
Kitty threw a pillow at her. "Go 'way DragManda!"
"Oh, grow up, for Christ's sake!" Amanda threw the pillow back. "It's
your own stupid fault, so don't you *dare* start calling me names!"
"It is *not* my fault!" Kitty shrieked, tears streaming own her face.
"It's your stupid fault you asked him to the stupid dance and you're too
stupid to be scared of 'im and he loves you with everything he's got and
it's not fai-ha-ha-hairrrr..." She collapsed back into hysterics.
Stupid fat Amanda didn't go away. She sat herself beside her and
wrapped an arm around Kitty's shoulder. She just sat there with her
stupid ginormous-sized boobs and her stupid big butt and her stupid
perfect hair being stupidly supportive and it *really* wasn't fair.
Why did everyone in the whole world have to be so nice when she was so
bitchy?
Why didn't Lance follow their example?
Why wasn't Lance nice to her?
*Why* had she been so blind about Kurt for so *long*?
Why couldn't life give her a second chance?
She *wanted* one...
"Hey," said Amanda. "Hey. Shhh. 'S gonna be okay, little girl. You
just gotta wake up to yourself, that's all. Soon as you're awake, you
can sort your life out instead of blaming people. Sound okay?"
Kitty's crying shuddered to something of a halt. "It's not *fair*,"
she repeated. "I like Lance an' he doesn' like me back an' you two have
to just go around being *perfect* for each other and it was all okay
when Kurt had no-one 'cause he was still chasing me and I felt *pretty*
when he was chasing me..."
"Oh boy," sighed Amanda. "First crush, right?"
Kitty nodded. "Mmm..."
"Is this the same Lance that tried to kill you, your friends and your
family?"
"Mmm-mm..." she sniffed, nodding again. "But he's like, so *cute*."
"Kurt is cute. Scott Summers is cute. That little Jamie kid is as cute
as a button. Lance Alvers is just a pretty scumsucker."
"He is *not*..."
"Does he hug you for no good reason apart from the fact that he loves
you?"
"...no..."
"Does he kiss you?"
"...no..." Kitty felt she had to supply more. "Not that I'd like, want
him to. He like, *smokes*. He smells."
"Good call," said Amanda. "Kissing a smoker's like licking an
ashtray."
"*Eeeewwwww*..."
"*Any*way. Does Lance want to spend time out with you?"
"Not really. It's like, the guys the whole time. Talk to the guys. Pay
attention to the guys. Sort the guys out. It's only when he like, makes
a date that I like, have half a chance."
"Don't tell me, lemme guess... Sometimes the guys 'tag along',
right?"
"Yeah."
"Sounds to me like a scumsucker. All he has to do to be a complete one
is get you to do his homework for him and try to 'score' with you in his
car."
Kitty hung her head. God, she was such a total dope. She started
crying again.
"Aw, geez... He didn't, did he?"
"...mmm..."
"Shit," said Amanda. "You've hooked up with a complete and total
scumsucker. Now, I don't *care* how good he looks with his shirt off,
you've gotta dump his ass."
"But I *like* him..." Kitty managed. "I just want us to be happy..."
"It just doesn't make sense to stay with him, girl," said Amanda.
"When he's done using you, he's just going to throw you away. And he
won't particularly care about your feelings, then, either."
"But--"
"Has he got *one* redeeming feature besides his looks?"
"Um," said Kitty. She was trying to think. What did she like about him
besides how much of a rebel he was? How gorgeous he looked? "Oh, God;
I'm shallow..."
Amanda harrumphed. "Judging by the feel of things, he was going to
threaten to leave you because you were getting 'high maintenance' or
some other scumsucker excuse."
Kitty bit her lip. He'd already done that when he bailed on the X-
men.
Outside in the hall, Kurt listened. He knew it was quasi-wrong, but he
had promised Amanda that he'd be there for her, just in case. And a
promise was a promise.
He had to admit, he *was* shocked when he heard Amanda yell at Kitty,
but it seemed to be going better since she had. Kurt would never have
done such a thing. He'd have helped her make excuses for Lance. Now,
listening to what Amanda said, he wished he hadn't helped her do so
before.
But he loved her smile when she was happy, no matter what the source
of that happiness.
He did hate it when girls cried. It always made him want to do
something destructive and vengeful, when he knew that was against his
nature. So on the outside, he'd comfort and cheer and, if the lady
accepted it, feed her; while on the inside, a monster wanted to get
out.
He hated the monster within. Vengeful, slavering beast that it was. If
anything actually happened to those he held dear, he didn't know if he
could control it.
_Maybe I should let it loose at Lance. Teach him a lesson in being
civil to a lady he desires. Take a pound of flesh for every tear she
shed..._ He entertained the mental imagery for a while. Kurt,
victorious, over Lance's wounded form. The problem was that Kitty was
weeping for Lance, not in joy that her problems were over.
_Stupid brain,_ he thought at it. _Even you're against me._ Probably
just as well. He didn't want any blood on his hands. He certainly didn't
want that vile creature out and hurting people until there weren't any
left.
*Now* his brain decided to entertain him with a vision of himself in a
zoo. Replete with an educational plaque about his capture.
_Stop feeling sorry for yourself,_ he scolded. _There are people who
love you back, you know. People who accept me for who I am._ He smiled.
He hadn't thought that would happen outside of Heirelgart, but it had.
"Sure I was scared," said Amanda, "but only for a little while. I
guess I was more curious than anything else. But - then I realised that
I loved him, too. The way he really *is* is *way* more attractive than
his holoself. At least, that's my humble opinion."
"But - he's so - *blue*."
"Blue's a good colour," said Amanda. "It goes with just about
everything."
Kurt grinned. That was one of his cracks. The sort of thing he tossed
off when he felt a little ugly and wanted to cheer himself up. He knew
Amanda wasn't that shallow, so it was a double joke.
He'd have to tickle her, though, as a form of vengeance.
Maybe a little chase-fight, too.
"Hey," someone said in a traditional gentle voice. The sort of voice
that said, "Look, I know you're upset, and I don't want you to be upset
with me, but I know that you *are*, but I'm still going to try and
comfort you 'cause we're all girls together and you can just deal with
it."
Kitty threw a pillow at her. "Go 'way DragManda!"
"Oh, grow up, for Christ's sake!" Amanda threw the pillow back. "It's
your own stupid fault, so don't you *dare* start calling me names!"
"It is *not* my fault!" Kitty shrieked, tears streaming own her face.
"It's your stupid fault you asked him to the stupid dance and you're too
stupid to be scared of 'im and he loves you with everything he's got and
it's not fai-ha-ha-hairrrr..." She collapsed back into hysterics.
Stupid fat Amanda didn't go away. She sat herself beside her and
wrapped an arm around Kitty's shoulder. She just sat there with her
stupid ginormous-sized boobs and her stupid big butt and her stupid
perfect hair being stupidly supportive and it *really* wasn't fair.
Why did everyone in the whole world have to be so nice when she was so
bitchy?
Why didn't Lance follow their example?
Why wasn't Lance nice to her?
*Why* had she been so blind about Kurt for so *long*?
Why couldn't life give her a second chance?
She *wanted* one...
"Hey," said Amanda. "Hey. Shhh. 'S gonna be okay, little girl. You
just gotta wake up to yourself, that's all. Soon as you're awake, you
can sort your life out instead of blaming people. Sound okay?"
Kitty's crying shuddered to something of a halt. "It's not *fair*,"
she repeated. "I like Lance an' he doesn' like me back an' you two have
to just go around being *perfect* for each other and it was all okay
when Kurt had no-one 'cause he was still chasing me and I felt *pretty*
when he was chasing me..."
"Oh boy," sighed Amanda. "First crush, right?"
Kitty nodded. "Mmm..."
"Is this the same Lance that tried to kill you, your friends and your
family?"
"Mmm-mm..." she sniffed, nodding again. "But he's like, so *cute*."
"Kurt is cute. Scott Summers is cute. That little Jamie kid is as cute
as a button. Lance Alvers is just a pretty scumsucker."
"He is *not*..."
"Does he hug you for no good reason apart from the fact that he loves
you?"
"...no..."
"Does he kiss you?"
"...no..." Kitty felt she had to supply more. "Not that I'd like, want
him to. He like, *smokes*. He smells."
"Good call," said Amanda. "Kissing a smoker's like licking an
ashtray."
"*Eeeewwwww*..."
"*Any*way. Does Lance want to spend time out with you?"
"Not really. It's like, the guys the whole time. Talk to the guys. Pay
attention to the guys. Sort the guys out. It's only when he like, makes
a date that I like, have half a chance."
"Don't tell me, lemme guess... Sometimes the guys 'tag along',
right?"
"Yeah."
"Sounds to me like a scumsucker. All he has to do to be a complete one
is get you to do his homework for him and try to 'score' with you in his
car."
Kitty hung her head. God, she was such a total dope. She started
crying again.
"Aw, geez... He didn't, did he?"
"...mmm..."
"Shit," said Amanda. "You've hooked up with a complete and total
scumsucker. Now, I don't *care* how good he looks with his shirt off,
you've gotta dump his ass."
"But I *like* him..." Kitty managed. "I just want us to be happy..."
"It just doesn't make sense to stay with him, girl," said Amanda.
"When he's done using you, he's just going to throw you away. And he
won't particularly care about your feelings, then, either."
"But--"
"Has he got *one* redeeming feature besides his looks?"
"Um," said Kitty. She was trying to think. What did she like about him
besides how much of a rebel he was? How gorgeous he looked? "Oh, God;
I'm shallow..."
Amanda harrumphed. "Judging by the feel of things, he was going to
threaten to leave you because you were getting 'high maintenance' or
some other scumsucker excuse."
Kitty bit her lip. He'd already done that when he bailed on the X-
men.
Outside in the hall, Kurt listened. He knew it was quasi-wrong, but he
had promised Amanda that he'd be there for her, just in case. And a
promise was a promise.
He had to admit, he *was* shocked when he heard Amanda yell at Kitty,
but it seemed to be going better since she had. Kurt would never have
done such a thing. He'd have helped her make excuses for Lance. Now,
listening to what Amanda said, he wished he hadn't helped her do so
before.
But he loved her smile when she was happy, no matter what the source
of that happiness.
He did hate it when girls cried. It always made him want to do
something destructive and vengeful, when he knew that was against his
nature. So on the outside, he'd comfort and cheer and, if the lady
accepted it, feed her; while on the inside, a monster wanted to get
out.
He hated the monster within. Vengeful, slavering beast that it was. If
anything actually happened to those he held dear, he didn't know if he
could control it.
_Maybe I should let it loose at Lance. Teach him a lesson in being
civil to a lady he desires. Take a pound of flesh for every tear she
shed..._ He entertained the mental imagery for a while. Kurt,
victorious, over Lance's wounded form. The problem was that Kitty was
weeping for Lance, not in joy that her problems were over.
_Stupid brain,_ he thought at it. _Even you're against me._ Probably
just as well. He didn't want any blood on his hands. He certainly didn't
want that vile creature out and hurting people until there weren't any
left.
*Now* his brain decided to entertain him with a vision of himself in a
zoo. Replete with an educational plaque about his capture.
_Stop feeling sorry for yourself,_ he scolded. _There are people who
love you back, you know. People who accept me for who I am._ He smiled.
He hadn't thought that would happen outside of Heirelgart, but it had.
"Sure I was scared," said Amanda, "but only for a little while. I
guess I was more curious than anything else. But - then I realised that
I loved him, too. The way he really *is* is *way* more attractive than
his holoself. At least, that's my humble opinion."
"But - he's so - *blue*."
"Blue's a good colour," said Amanda. "It goes with just about
everything."
Kurt grinned. That was one of his cracks. The sort of thing he tossed
off when he felt a little ugly and wanted to cheer himself up. He knew
Amanda wasn't that shallow, so it was a double joke.
He'd have to tickle her, though, as a form of vengeance.
Maybe a little chase-fight, too.