Break Stuff
This is the fourth in my Sometimes series. Break Stuff belongs to Limp Bizkit. Characters ain't mine either.
"Its just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up. Everything is fucked. Everybody sux. You don't really know why but want justify rippin' someone's head off."
He was with Jean. JEAN, of all people. Maybe she should have expected this. After all Wolvie had wanted Jean ever since he had seen her, just like she had wanted him since she saw him. Jubilee lifted her arm and blasted the tree next to her. Blue eyes filled with water as she started to cry. "Damn it!!" She mumbled. Shaking her head, she got up and walked over to the lake. "I'd rather he had just left like he always does." "You talkin' bout me, Darlin'?" Whirling around Jubilee saw Wolverine standing behind her. Closing her eyes, and sighing Jubilee turned back around and kept walking. Logan followed her, but remained standing when she sat on the dock. "What's wrong, Jubes?" "What makes you think anything's wrong?"
"My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now I'm dangerous. We've all felt like shit and been treated like shit."
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe that tree you incinerated in the woods fer no reason." He replied. Head tilted to one side; he gazed at her waiting for an answer. She felt his eyes on her, and turned her head away from him. Narrowing his eyes, he placed a hand on her shoulder. Unfortunately she just shrugged it off. "Jubes, Darlin', tell me what's goin' on." He demanded. "Why?" She queried. "Shouldn't you be with Jean right now?" She shot back. "Why should he do that when I'm right here, Jubilee?" Jean asked from behind her. "Hello, Mrs. Summers." Jubilee said, turning and smiling sweetly at her.
"And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...break your fuckin' face tonight!!" "Hello, Jubilation." She replied. Wolverine winced knowing how Jubilee can be when she was mad or in a bad mood. Finally sitting down, Logan rested his head against the side railing of the dock. Water lapped as Lockheed chased fish across the surface. In the distance he could see Rogue, Gambit, and Nightcrawler swimming on the other side of the dock. Glancing back at the two women he reflected on his relationship with both of them. Jean, God he loved her. After Scott had died he helped take care of her. Eventually they started dating each other. Then there was Jubilee, who sat beside him glaring at Jean. She was his life, his soul. But he didn't think of her sexually, did he? Looking over at Logan, Jean heard what he was thinking about. Tightening her lips, she walked over to the edge of the dock. She also heard Jubilee think about pushing her in. Sighing, she turned back towards the two of them. "Maybe we should go back to the mansion Logan" She suggested. "Let Jubilee calm down on her own."
"No, don't. You two stay out here. I'll go back. I'm getting bored anyways." Jubilee said. Getting up she walked away, Wolverine's eyes on her as she left. After walking into the kitchen, she saw Bobby rummaging in the fridge. " Hey, Bobster." Knocking his head on the shelf above him, Bobby turned and looked at her. Head held in her hands, on the counter gazing off into the air. Her eyes unfocused and her hair hung over her shoulders into her face. "You okay, Jubes?" He asked. " Yeah, Bobby. I'm just peachy." She replied and walked out of the kitchen. Shrugging his shoulders Bobby went back to looking for the last beer. Jubilee practically ran the rest of the way to her room. Flopping down onto her bed, she left her tears fall. "Why do I bother?" she whispered to herself. " I don know, petite? Why do ya bot'er?" Gambit asked from her window. "What are you doin', Gumbo?" She asked. "Wolverine asked me ta check on you. Figured I would and get a few beers from da fridge lat'r." he replied. " Your too late. Bobby's getting' the last one now." "Merde. Guess dat ones out, non?" Giggling, Jubilee nodded. Gambit nodded back, and climbed down. "She be fine, Jeannie. Non worries bout dat one, Cherie." He thought to her. " Alright thank you, Remy." Jean replied. In her room, Jubilee turned on the stereo.
"Its just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up. Everything is fucked. Everybody sux. You don't really know why but want justify rippin' someone's head off. No human contact and if you interact your life is on contract. Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker. It's just one of those days!! Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin' shit slip or you'll be leavin with a fat lip. Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit talkin that shit. (Punk, so come and get it) its just one of those days feelin' like a freight train. First one to complain leaves with a bloodstain. Damn right I'm a maniac. You better watch your back cuz I'm fuckin' up your program. And if your stuck up you just lucked up. Next in line to get fucked up. Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker. Its just one of those days!! Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin' shit slip or you'll be leavin with a fat lip. Its all about the he says she says bullshit.
I think you better quit talkin that shit. I feel like shit. My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now I'm dangerous. We've all felt like shit and been treated like shit. All those motherfuckers that want to step up I hope you know I pack a chain saw. I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...break your fuckin' face tonight!! give me somethin' to break. How bout your fuckin' face. I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!... Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin' shit slip or you'll be leavin with a fat lip. Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit talkin that shit."
"That's appropriate." She thought to herself. The rest of the music poured out her window as she slowly fell asleep.
This is the fourth in my Sometimes series. Break Stuff belongs to Limp Bizkit. Characters ain't mine either.
"Its just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up. Everything is fucked. Everybody sux. You don't really know why but want justify rippin' someone's head off."
He was with Jean. JEAN, of all people. Maybe she should have expected this. After all Wolvie had wanted Jean ever since he had seen her, just like she had wanted him since she saw him. Jubilee lifted her arm and blasted the tree next to her. Blue eyes filled with water as she started to cry. "Damn it!!" She mumbled. Shaking her head, she got up and walked over to the lake. "I'd rather he had just left like he always does." "You talkin' bout me, Darlin'?" Whirling around Jubilee saw Wolverine standing behind her. Closing her eyes, and sighing Jubilee turned back around and kept walking. Logan followed her, but remained standing when she sat on the dock. "What's wrong, Jubes?" "What makes you think anything's wrong?"
"My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now I'm dangerous. We've all felt like shit and been treated like shit."
"Oh, I dunno. Maybe that tree you incinerated in the woods fer no reason." He replied. Head tilted to one side; he gazed at her waiting for an answer. She felt his eyes on her, and turned her head away from him. Narrowing his eyes, he placed a hand on her shoulder. Unfortunately she just shrugged it off. "Jubes, Darlin', tell me what's goin' on." He demanded. "Why?" She queried. "Shouldn't you be with Jean right now?" She shot back. "Why should he do that when I'm right here, Jubilee?" Jean asked from behind her. "Hello, Mrs. Summers." Jubilee said, turning and smiling sweetly at her.
"And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...break your fuckin' face tonight!!" "Hello, Jubilation." She replied. Wolverine winced knowing how Jubilee can be when she was mad or in a bad mood. Finally sitting down, Logan rested his head against the side railing of the dock. Water lapped as Lockheed chased fish across the surface. In the distance he could see Rogue, Gambit, and Nightcrawler swimming on the other side of the dock. Glancing back at the two women he reflected on his relationship with both of them. Jean, God he loved her. After Scott had died he helped take care of her. Eventually they started dating each other. Then there was Jubilee, who sat beside him glaring at Jean. She was his life, his soul. But he didn't think of her sexually, did he? Looking over at Logan, Jean heard what he was thinking about. Tightening her lips, she walked over to the edge of the dock. She also heard Jubilee think about pushing her in. Sighing, she turned back towards the two of them. "Maybe we should go back to the mansion Logan" She suggested. "Let Jubilee calm down on her own."
"No, don't. You two stay out here. I'll go back. I'm getting bored anyways." Jubilee said. Getting up she walked away, Wolverine's eyes on her as she left. After walking into the kitchen, she saw Bobby rummaging in the fridge. " Hey, Bobster." Knocking his head on the shelf above him, Bobby turned and looked at her. Head held in her hands, on the counter gazing off into the air. Her eyes unfocused and her hair hung over her shoulders into her face. "You okay, Jubes?" He asked. " Yeah, Bobby. I'm just peachy." She replied and walked out of the kitchen. Shrugging his shoulders Bobby went back to looking for the last beer. Jubilee practically ran the rest of the way to her room. Flopping down onto her bed, she left her tears fall. "Why do I bother?" she whispered to herself. " I don know, petite? Why do ya bot'er?" Gambit asked from her window. "What are you doin', Gumbo?" She asked. "Wolverine asked me ta check on you. Figured I would and get a few beers from da fridge lat'r." he replied. " Your too late. Bobby's getting' the last one now." "Merde. Guess dat ones out, non?" Giggling, Jubilee nodded. Gambit nodded back, and climbed down. "She be fine, Jeannie. Non worries bout dat one, Cherie." He thought to her. " Alright thank you, Remy." Jean replied. In her room, Jubilee turned on the stereo.
"Its just one of those days when you don't wanna wake up. Everything is fucked. Everybody sux. You don't really know why but want justify rippin' someone's head off. No human contact and if you interact your life is on contract. Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker. It's just one of those days!! Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin' shit slip or you'll be leavin with a fat lip. Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit talkin that shit. (Punk, so come and get it) its just one of those days feelin' like a freight train. First one to complain leaves with a bloodstain. Damn right I'm a maniac. You better watch your back cuz I'm fuckin' up your program. And if your stuck up you just lucked up. Next in line to get fucked up. Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker. Its just one of those days!! Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin' shit slip or you'll be leavin with a fat lip. Its all about the he says she says bullshit.
I think you better quit talkin that shit. I feel like shit. My suggestion is to keep your distance cuz right now I'm dangerous. We've all felt like shit and been treated like shit. All those motherfuckers that want to step up I hope you know I pack a chain saw. I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps goin' this way I just might break somethin' tonight...break your fuckin' face tonight!! give me somethin' to break. How bout your fuckin' face. I hope you know I pack a chain saw, what!!... Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit lettin' shit slip or you'll be leavin with a fat lip. Its all about the he says she says bullshit. I think you better quit talkin that shit."
"That's appropriate." She thought to herself. The rest of the music poured out her window as she slowly fell asleep.