NOTE: I'm going off to college in one week (east coast.eep!), so I'm
packing like a maniac and probably won't have much time to write. Please
have patience, though, I never abandon stories! Thanks, and please review!
Jubilee closed her eyes, trying to put out of her mind the image of Lance. It had to be illegal to be that good-looking. Of all the times to go tongue- tied, Jubilee berated herself, as she remembered her inability to carry on a conversation with him. It was doubly surprising, because half the time it was hard to shut her up. But Lance made the thoughts go clean out of her head, until she was just a blithering idiot around him. Tomorrow, Jubilee resolved sleepily, she'd make a great impression.
The next morning, Jubilee woke to the irritating hum of the alarm clock. She was just about to swing her arm and dismantle the annoying little device when she suddenly remembered. My driving lesson, Jubilee thought panicked. And it was already 9:30! Great, Jubilee cursed, as she jumped out of bed and shook out her black hair. There was absolutely nothing Jubilee hated more than getting up early. However, it had taken her weeks to get an appointment with a driving instructor and even longer to convince the Professor to allow her to miss her morning classes.
She had exactly half an hour to shower and dress. Galvanizing into action, Jubilee ran into the bathroom and took a rapid shower. She was thankful that practically everyone else in the mansion was an early riser and probably were at breakfast right now. Therefore, all the bathrooms were relatively empty, and she could take as much time as she wanted. Unfortunately, Jubilee thought as she dressed, today she couldn't enjoy a long, uninterrupted shower.
Where was the blow dryer? Jubilee thought frantically, searching the drawers of her bathroom. I just used it a few days ago, Jubilee thought fretfully, knocking things over in her haste. Looking in the mirror, Jubilee winced. There was no way she was going out like that.
"It has to be somewhere," Jubilee muttered to herself, running down the hall to the other bathroom to check. No luck. Suddenly it struck her where she had left it. When Bobby had frozen the locks on all the bathrooms on the girls' floor as a practical joke, she had been forced to use his bathroom. Jubilee sighed, as she climbed the stairs to reclaim her blow dryer.
Jubilee reached it and found the lights in the bathroom off, and the door just a little open. Jubilee brushed her hair back absentmindedly, shoved the door open in her haste, and rushed inside. She heard someone to her right gasp, and Jubilee spun around to see Lance standing frozen in the shower gaping at her, his hand clenched around a towel.
For a second, Jubilee just stood their numb with horror. Then, waves of embarrassment took over as she realized that she'd been staring at Lance's body for over a minute. She opened her mouth to apologize, offer some kind of explanation, but found herself, once again, speechless in his presence. Jubilee finally got her legs to move, and dashed out of the bathroom, running as if the devil were after her. She didn't stop until she had gotten downstairs where everyone was sitting down for breakfast.
Jubilee sat down quickly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. God, WHY does this stuff always happen to ME, Jubilee cursed, her cheeks flaming as the incident played over and over in her head in slow motion. I should have knocked, Jubilee told herself miserably, but how was I to know there'd be anyone in there at 10:00! I'm the only one who gets up that late!
"What's wrong with YOU?" Rogue asked curiously, noting Jubilee's flushed cheeks and breathlessness.
"I don't want to talk about it," Jubilee muttered.
"Hey your hair's wet," Bobby pointed out obviously through a mouthful of cereal. "I know I know!" Jubilee snapped, her nerves on edge.
"What's the problem, Jubilee? Are you nervous about your driving lesson?" Logan asked gruffly.
"I wish that was it," Jubilee said mournfully.
"What is it then?" Kurt inquired, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. Jubilee couldn't take it anymore.
"I was looking for my blowdryer and I remembered I left in Bobby's bathroom, so I went in, and I ran in on Lance in the shower!" Jubilee blurted out, her cheeks on fire. Kitty and Rogue looked wide-eyed at her. Kurt let out a low whistle.
"Holy cow!" was Bobby's astonished response.
Dr. Grey and Miss Munroe exchanged amused glances with each other. "It's not like I did it on purpose! I didn't think anyone was in there! I mean, who else besides me is up at 10:00?" Jubilee said in a rush, her voice defensive. She stopped when she heard footsteps going down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Oh my god, that's him! What am I going to do?!" Jubilee said panicked.
"Hey everybody," Lance greeted calmly, walking into the brightly lit kitchen. He has no RIGHT to sound so calm when I'm a mess, Jubilee thought, grabbing Kurt's newspaper out of his hands to cover her face. Jubilee stayed quiet while everyone said hello, hiding behind the thick newspaper, wondering if it were true that first impressions were always the most important..if it was, she'd never have a chance with him.
"Hi Jubilee," Lance said, sitting down.
"Hi," Jubilee mumbled. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Bobby trying to muffle his laughter. She kicked him under the table swiftly.
"Tell me, Jubilee, do you always read the newspaper upside down?" Lance asked gamely.
"What?" Jubilee squeaked, and looked down to find he was right. She had been holding the newspaper upside down the whole time. Cross with herself, and blushing furiously, Jubilee slapped the newspaper down, and pretended to be vastly absorbed with her cereal. She bravely lifted her eyes to find Lance looking at her with a small, amused grin playing on his lips. Jubilee dropped her eyes quickly and glanced at her watch. 9:50. Only 10 minutes, and she would be safely away from the mansion and Lance before she could do any more things to embarrass herself.
The phone rang and Dr. Grey got up to answer it. After a few minutes she sat back down with a regretful look on her face. "I'm sorry Jubilee, but your driving instructor can't make it today. Something about a family emergency."
"What?" Jubilee said, disappointed. "So I guess I'm going to have to go class after all huh?"
Mr. Summers was silent a moment. "Well, I guess you can use my car to practice driving for a few hours."
"She CAN?!" Bobby asked incredulously. "Have you seen the way she drives?!"
Jubilee kicked him again playfully. "Really?" Jubilee asked delighted. What a stroke of luck. Few people had the opportunity to drive Mr. Summers treasured black convertible. For an adult, Mr. Summers could be cool sometimes, Jubilee thought with satisfaction.
"Yes, but under one condition," Mr. Summers said.
"I knew it, here it comes," Jubilee groaned.
"I'm not asking anything unreasonable," Mr. Summers said, an amused look on his face. "You have to have someone responsible teaching you. Unfortunately I can't offer my teaching services this morning, but perhaps you could find somebody else. How about you Logan?"
Logan snorted. "I agree Jubilee has to learn to drive sometime but I don't have a death wish!"
"Hey I'm not that bad!" Jubilee retorted. Back into someone's motorcycle, and automatically no one wants to drive with you. Sheesh. Logan laughed and exchanged a look with Bobby. Hmph. It looked like she was going to be stuck after all.
"Well, my first class isn't until 12. Maybe I could teach Jubilee for a couple of hours," Lance suggested slowly. Jubilee spit out her juice. What? Lance was teaching her? The same Lance she'd seen in the buff just 10 minutes ago? This is a conspiracy, Jubilee thought resolutely, refusing to meet Lance's eyes.
"That's very nice of you to offer Lance," Dr. Grey said kindly. "Isn't it Jubilee?" "Yup, real nice," Jubilee mumbled, getting up.
"You're a brave soul Alvers," Bobby said solemnly, as Lance followed Jubilee out to the car. Jubilee swallowed hard and looked up at Lance, who was smiling down at her. I can't believe this, Jubilee thought. This is too weird.
* What'd you think? Comments? Suggestions? R & R! hehe
Jubilee closed her eyes, trying to put out of her mind the image of Lance. It had to be illegal to be that good-looking. Of all the times to go tongue- tied, Jubilee berated herself, as she remembered her inability to carry on a conversation with him. It was doubly surprising, because half the time it was hard to shut her up. But Lance made the thoughts go clean out of her head, until she was just a blithering idiot around him. Tomorrow, Jubilee resolved sleepily, she'd make a great impression.
The next morning, Jubilee woke to the irritating hum of the alarm clock. She was just about to swing her arm and dismantle the annoying little device when she suddenly remembered. My driving lesson, Jubilee thought panicked. And it was already 9:30! Great, Jubilee cursed, as she jumped out of bed and shook out her black hair. There was absolutely nothing Jubilee hated more than getting up early. However, it had taken her weeks to get an appointment with a driving instructor and even longer to convince the Professor to allow her to miss her morning classes.
She had exactly half an hour to shower and dress. Galvanizing into action, Jubilee ran into the bathroom and took a rapid shower. She was thankful that practically everyone else in the mansion was an early riser and probably were at breakfast right now. Therefore, all the bathrooms were relatively empty, and she could take as much time as she wanted. Unfortunately, Jubilee thought as she dressed, today she couldn't enjoy a long, uninterrupted shower.
Where was the blow dryer? Jubilee thought frantically, searching the drawers of her bathroom. I just used it a few days ago, Jubilee thought fretfully, knocking things over in her haste. Looking in the mirror, Jubilee winced. There was no way she was going out like that.
"It has to be somewhere," Jubilee muttered to herself, running down the hall to the other bathroom to check. No luck. Suddenly it struck her where she had left it. When Bobby had frozen the locks on all the bathrooms on the girls' floor as a practical joke, she had been forced to use his bathroom. Jubilee sighed, as she climbed the stairs to reclaim her blow dryer.
Jubilee reached it and found the lights in the bathroom off, and the door just a little open. Jubilee brushed her hair back absentmindedly, shoved the door open in her haste, and rushed inside. She heard someone to her right gasp, and Jubilee spun around to see Lance standing frozen in the shower gaping at her, his hand clenched around a towel.
For a second, Jubilee just stood their numb with horror. Then, waves of embarrassment took over as she realized that she'd been staring at Lance's body for over a minute. She opened her mouth to apologize, offer some kind of explanation, but found herself, once again, speechless in his presence. Jubilee finally got her legs to move, and dashed out of the bathroom, running as if the devil were after her. She didn't stop until she had gotten downstairs where everyone was sitting down for breakfast.
Jubilee sat down quickly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. God, WHY does this stuff always happen to ME, Jubilee cursed, her cheeks flaming as the incident played over and over in her head in slow motion. I should have knocked, Jubilee told herself miserably, but how was I to know there'd be anyone in there at 10:00! I'm the only one who gets up that late!
"What's wrong with YOU?" Rogue asked curiously, noting Jubilee's flushed cheeks and breathlessness.
"I don't want to talk about it," Jubilee muttered.
"Hey your hair's wet," Bobby pointed out obviously through a mouthful of cereal. "I know I know!" Jubilee snapped, her nerves on edge.
"What's the problem, Jubilee? Are you nervous about your driving lesson?" Logan asked gruffly.
"I wish that was it," Jubilee said mournfully.
"What is it then?" Kurt inquired, looking up from the newspaper he was reading. Jubilee couldn't take it anymore.
"I was looking for my blowdryer and I remembered I left in Bobby's bathroom, so I went in, and I ran in on Lance in the shower!" Jubilee blurted out, her cheeks on fire. Kitty and Rogue looked wide-eyed at her. Kurt let out a low whistle.
"Holy cow!" was Bobby's astonished response.
Dr. Grey and Miss Munroe exchanged amused glances with each other. "It's not like I did it on purpose! I didn't think anyone was in there! I mean, who else besides me is up at 10:00?" Jubilee said in a rush, her voice defensive. She stopped when she heard footsteps going down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Oh my god, that's him! What am I going to do?!" Jubilee said panicked.
"Hey everybody," Lance greeted calmly, walking into the brightly lit kitchen. He has no RIGHT to sound so calm when I'm a mess, Jubilee thought, grabbing Kurt's newspaper out of his hands to cover her face. Jubilee stayed quiet while everyone said hello, hiding behind the thick newspaper, wondering if it were true that first impressions were always the most important..if it was, she'd never have a chance with him.
"Hi Jubilee," Lance said, sitting down.
"Hi," Jubilee mumbled. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Bobby trying to muffle his laughter. She kicked him under the table swiftly.
"Tell me, Jubilee, do you always read the newspaper upside down?" Lance asked gamely.
"What?" Jubilee squeaked, and looked down to find he was right. She had been holding the newspaper upside down the whole time. Cross with herself, and blushing furiously, Jubilee slapped the newspaper down, and pretended to be vastly absorbed with her cereal. She bravely lifted her eyes to find Lance looking at her with a small, amused grin playing on his lips. Jubilee dropped her eyes quickly and glanced at her watch. 9:50. Only 10 minutes, and she would be safely away from the mansion and Lance before she could do any more things to embarrass herself.
The phone rang and Dr. Grey got up to answer it. After a few minutes she sat back down with a regretful look on her face. "I'm sorry Jubilee, but your driving instructor can't make it today. Something about a family emergency."
"What?" Jubilee said, disappointed. "So I guess I'm going to have to go class after all huh?"
Mr. Summers was silent a moment. "Well, I guess you can use my car to practice driving for a few hours."
"She CAN?!" Bobby asked incredulously. "Have you seen the way she drives?!"
Jubilee kicked him again playfully. "Really?" Jubilee asked delighted. What a stroke of luck. Few people had the opportunity to drive Mr. Summers treasured black convertible. For an adult, Mr. Summers could be cool sometimes, Jubilee thought with satisfaction.
"Yes, but under one condition," Mr. Summers said.
"I knew it, here it comes," Jubilee groaned.
"I'm not asking anything unreasonable," Mr. Summers said, an amused look on his face. "You have to have someone responsible teaching you. Unfortunately I can't offer my teaching services this morning, but perhaps you could find somebody else. How about you Logan?"
Logan snorted. "I agree Jubilee has to learn to drive sometime but I don't have a death wish!"
"Hey I'm not that bad!" Jubilee retorted. Back into someone's motorcycle, and automatically no one wants to drive with you. Sheesh. Logan laughed and exchanged a look with Bobby. Hmph. It looked like she was going to be stuck after all.
"Well, my first class isn't until 12. Maybe I could teach Jubilee for a couple of hours," Lance suggested slowly. Jubilee spit out her juice. What? Lance was teaching her? The same Lance she'd seen in the buff just 10 minutes ago? This is a conspiracy, Jubilee thought resolutely, refusing to meet Lance's eyes.
"That's very nice of you to offer Lance," Dr. Grey said kindly. "Isn't it Jubilee?" "Yup, real nice," Jubilee mumbled, getting up.
"You're a brave soul Alvers," Bobby said solemnly, as Lance followed Jubilee out to the car. Jubilee swallowed hard and looked up at Lance, who was smiling down at her. I can't believe this, Jubilee thought. This is too weird.
* What'd you think? Comments? Suggestions? R & R! hehe