X Teens
Chapter 3
Childish Games and Sarcasm Galore!
(Also known as the effects of Pepsi Blue on teenage fanfic authors)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own X Men. Yet. But I am unable to think up an insanely complicated plan for overthrowing the people who do have these rights, as I have to go rescue my friend Vegesa: SSJ Jedi Knight from a rubber room.
ON WITH THE MADNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"So, how're we getting there? If we have to walk, I'm going home." Chelsey asked.
"We're taking the Blackbird." Orora told her.
"Cool." Chelsey said.
"Ooooh, can I drive?" asked Melissa.
"No. Not after seeing the way that you Canadian's drive." Scott told her, looking at Logan.
"Hey! I told you! The motorcycle accident wasn't my fault!" Logan protested.
"What? The motorcycle got distracted by the 'hot babe' and drove itself into the lake?" Scott asked sarcastically.
"Yes." Logan replied, dead serious.
Orora, Melissa and Chelsey tried to turn their laughs into coughs.
They rounded a corner and the Blackbird came into sight.
"I so have to find a way to drive this." Melissa whispered to Chelsey.
"What are you two planning?" Scott asked.
"Nothing." The girls replied, smiling 'innocently'.
"You look like deranged chipmunks." Scott told them.
"At least WE have brains. Well, I do, I'm not so sure about her." Chelsey admitted.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Melissa said, as she tried to unsnap one of the buttons on her backpack.
"I rest my case." Chelsey declared.
"Whatever. Just get in the jet." Scott told her, sitting in the pilot's seat.
"SHOT GUN!!!" Chelsey yelled, planting herself firmly in the passenger's seat. The remaining two seats were quickly filled by Orora and Melissa.
"Hey! I am not sitting in the cargo hold again!" Logan complained.
"Oh yes you are!" All three female passengers told him.
Logan looked to Scott for support.
"Hey, don't look at me, I'm not gonna protest being up here with three chicks while you OW!" he yelled as he was bitch slapped by all three 'chicks'
"On second thought, the cargo hold is sounding better and better." Logan said, climbing down the ladder.
"Okay, here we go." Scott said, starting up the engines.
"How long will it take to get there?" Chelsey asked.
"About an hour." Scott replied. 'A whole hour with these lunatics' he thought.
"I'm telepathic you know. I heard that." Melissa told him.
"Oh." Scott said, hoping her wouldn't have his eyes clawed out.
"You really shouldn't piss her off. I tried to wake her up in Nova Scotia, and ended up with several holes in my arm." Chelsey said.
"Thank you for the tip." Scott said. It would definitely be Logan's job to wake these two up.
"Hey! No shifting the job of waking up the loonies to other people!" Melissa yelled.
"I did not!" Scott protested.
"Did so!" Melissa shot back.
"Did not!"
"Did so!"
Chelsey sighed, last time Melissa had started an argument like this, there had been several black eyes, and a trip to the office, followed by a suspension, followed by creative ways of solving boredom, followed by a car crash, followed by a court order, followed by getting grounded, followed by stealing brother's allowances, and so on and so on.
"Nuh uh!"
"Yes huh!"
"Umm…it's yuh huh, not yes huh." Scott told Melissa.
"Is not!"
"Is so!"
"Is not!"
"I'm to mature for these childish games." Scott said.
"I WIN!!!!!" Melissa yelled.
"Whatever she won at, I'm sure I want no part of!" Logan yelled up the ladder.
Exactly 10 minutes into the flight…
"Are we there yet?" Chelsey asked.
"No." Scott told her.
"Are we there now?" Chelsey asked.
"No."
"Now?"
"No."
"How bout now?"
"No."
"Now?"
"Shut up!" Scott yelled.
"Why?" Chelsey asked.
Melissa tried not to laugh. She recognized the game Chelsey was playing. The see-how-many-times-she-could-actually-get-someone-to-answer-before-she-ends-up-with-duct-tape-over-her-mouth game.
"Because I said so." Scott told her. He obviously didn't know this game.
"Why?"
"Shut up!"
"Why?"
"Do you ever shut up?"
"Why?"
"That just makes no sense."
"Why?"
"It just doesn't."
"Why?"
"I have duct tape." Scott warned. Oh he did know this game.
"Eep" squeaked Chelsey.
"You Canadians are psycho." Scott stated.
The reactions from the three Canadians varied from a middle finger being stuck up the ladder, to a "Damn right!" To a well placed punch.
As a full blown fist fight erupted, Orora yelled over all the noise "WE'RE THERE!!!!!!!"
She jumped over the seat, grabbed the controls, and landed the Blackbird smoothly.
"Okay, who says that Orora lands the jet from now on?" asked Logan, sticking his hand up the ladder. He was followed by Orora, Chelsey and Melissa.
"Not fair." Scott pouted.
Okay, Review this please. If you want to be a student at Xavier's school, review with a description, (physical and mental,) including your powers, and you'll be in the story ok?