NOTE: Hey, everyone, thank you for the great reviews! To litirick: hehe, I
know Bobby/ Rogue is weird..which is exactly why I'm doing it. It's
definitely a challenge, I'm trying my best.
I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm going to do Lance's POV, firstly, because
it's really hard for me to write from a guy's perspective (seriously, who
knows WHAT they're thinking). Also, I don't really know the character of
Lance very well, enough to write from his perspective. But I appreciate the
suggestion all the same, thanks. Enjoy!
"Everyone has a blind spot, so you have to remember to look at your rearview mirrors before backing out," Lance instructed. Jubilee nodded, but her heart was still going nuts over the fact that his hand was on the back of the headrest, mere inches from her neck. Okay, calm down, Jubilee told herself. Just because this guy is ridiculously good-looking and unbelievably sweet, doesn't mean you have to start obsessing!
Actually, Jubilee couldn't manage to bring herself to make eye contact with him ever since they'd gotten into the car. Lance had acted natural, not even mentioning the little incident that had actively ruined Jubilee's chances in making a great impression. God, he probably thinks I'm some pervert, Jubilee mused.
Fact was, she was incredibly nervous around him, more nervous than she could ever remember being in front of a guy.
"So Jubilee, how long have you been at the mansion?" Lance asked casually.
"Oh just a few years, my parents thought it'd be the best for me," Jubilee said, swallowing hard. Was he going to say ANYTHING about that morning? The tension was killing her. She wished he'd just yell at her and get it over with instead of giving her those little smiles. The next thing you know, he's going to start talking about something as trivial as the weather, Jubilee thought caustically.
"Beautiful day out, isn't it?" Lance quipped.
"It sure is," Jubilee replied quickly, trying to figure out how the traffic had gotten so badly without her noticing. Suddenly the road in front of her was teeming with cars and trucks. Large, ugly, tankers that looked like they could easily wipe Mr. Summers' prized Corvette off the road into a ditch. Jubilee shuddered at the thought. Oh jeez, Jubilee thought, swallowing hard when a large car swerved dangerously close to her.
"Hey, relax, your doing fine, just flip on your turn signal," Lance said soothingly, noticing the way Jubilee's hands clenched the wheel.
Not daring to take her eyes from the road, Jubilee fumbled with her hand and flicked a random switch. Suddenly, the windshield wipers came on, and little spurts of water began clouding the windshield. "Oh my god, I can't see the road!" Jubilee freaked out, her large blue eyes filling with panic. She grabbed the steering wheel when she saw a green blur which suspiciously like a tree, and made a sharp left. The turn was so unexpected that Jubilee was jerked forward, and her foot practically stomped on the gas pedal, lurching the car. She screamed as the car careened hard into a small van parked on the side of the road.
Jubilee refused to open her eyes until she realized the car had stopped completely, the front fender smashed into the van, whose back was open and overflowing with donuts. Jubilee peered closer, the words on the side of the van read "Dunkin Donuts." The van must have been making a delivery, Jubilee realized miserably, as she looked out the window and saw the dozens of scattered and demolished donuts. Lance wordlessly, leaned over and gently pried her shaking hands away from the steering wheel. Then he turned off the windshield wipers, and steered the car into a nearby parking lot. Once the car was safely parked, Jubilee could feel her pulse slow down and felt an embarrassed flush work from her neck up. At this point, she felt like banging her head against the steering wheel. She waited for Lance to say something but he was silent. Finally, Jubilee couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay, here's your cue to tell me what a total screw up I am!" Jubilee blurted out, looking down at her hands. Lance was still silent. "I mean, first I run into you in the shower, I mean, uh, that came out wrong," Jubilee stammered. "I meant, WHILE you were in the shower, not like, I uh, PLANNED it or anything! And then 5 minutes on the road, and I'm already guilty of driving through a Dunkin Donuts van, ruining hundreds of lives!" Jubilee blabbed, through Lance's silence.
She finally looked over to see Lance clutching his sides. Oh god, is he hurt? Jubilee thought, horrified at the thought.
It took her a full 5 seconds to realize he was laughing. Jubilee's jaw dropped as Lance made no indication of stopping, doubling over in his seat. Finally, Jubilee found her voice.
"What's so funny!"
"Oh, god, you!"
Jubilee didn't know whether to feel insulted or relieved that he was taking this so well. Maybe the accident gave him brain damage, Jubilee wondered, as Lance began gasping for breath.
"What do you mean?"
"You," Lance repeated, still trying to force back laughter, "and your idea that millions of lives are ruined because you totaled a Dunkin Donuts van! Yes, thanks to you, nobody in this town will have their morning's crullers, you horrible person!" Lance gasped, holding his sides, and breaking into laughter again.
Jubilee opened her mouth to offer a retort, but stopped, realizing the total absurdity of the situation, and a small grin formed at the corners of her mouth. "It is kind of funny, isn't it?"
"You said it," Lance replied, smiling. The two fell into a comfortable silence, both smiling as the surveyed the mess around them.
"Um, I was wondering if you would, um,-" Jubilee ventured, wondering how to ask him if he could drive home. She didn't feel ready to take the wheel so soon. Fortunately, Lance seemed to know just what she was thinking.
"No problem," Lance replied, grinning as he stepped out and exchanged seats with her. Once safely in the passenger seat, Jubilee breathed a sigh of relief. The ride home was peaceful, and devoid of any near-collisions.
When they pulled into the garage, Jubilee unbuckled her seat belt and turned to Lance. "Um, you aren't going to tell Mr. Summers what happened..are you?" Jubilee ventured.
"No, I think I'll save it for blackmailing purposes later," Lance said, as they walked towards the mansion doors. Jubilee gaped at him.
"What?!"
"I was just joking, relax," Lance informed her, grinning. Jubilee smiled back, and opened the front door.
"Um, thanks for the lesson Lance," Jubilee said shyly.
"No problem." Lance turned to enter the house, but then faced Jubilee, a mischievous look on his face. "Oh, and Jubilee, about this morning?"
"Yeah?" Jubilee asked, feeling her face burn up at the mention of it.
"Don't worry about it," Lance replied, and winked at her before going into the house.
Jubilee stared after him. I think I'm getting to like driving, Jubilee thought, sighing.
"Everyone has a blind spot, so you have to remember to look at your rearview mirrors before backing out," Lance instructed. Jubilee nodded, but her heart was still going nuts over the fact that his hand was on the back of the headrest, mere inches from her neck. Okay, calm down, Jubilee told herself. Just because this guy is ridiculously good-looking and unbelievably sweet, doesn't mean you have to start obsessing!
Actually, Jubilee couldn't manage to bring herself to make eye contact with him ever since they'd gotten into the car. Lance had acted natural, not even mentioning the little incident that had actively ruined Jubilee's chances in making a great impression. God, he probably thinks I'm some pervert, Jubilee mused.
Fact was, she was incredibly nervous around him, more nervous than she could ever remember being in front of a guy.
"So Jubilee, how long have you been at the mansion?" Lance asked casually.
"Oh just a few years, my parents thought it'd be the best for me," Jubilee said, swallowing hard. Was he going to say ANYTHING about that morning? The tension was killing her. She wished he'd just yell at her and get it over with instead of giving her those little smiles. The next thing you know, he's going to start talking about something as trivial as the weather, Jubilee thought caustically.
"Beautiful day out, isn't it?" Lance quipped.
"It sure is," Jubilee replied quickly, trying to figure out how the traffic had gotten so badly without her noticing. Suddenly the road in front of her was teeming with cars and trucks. Large, ugly, tankers that looked like they could easily wipe Mr. Summers' prized Corvette off the road into a ditch. Jubilee shuddered at the thought. Oh jeez, Jubilee thought, swallowing hard when a large car swerved dangerously close to her.
"Hey, relax, your doing fine, just flip on your turn signal," Lance said soothingly, noticing the way Jubilee's hands clenched the wheel.
Not daring to take her eyes from the road, Jubilee fumbled with her hand and flicked a random switch. Suddenly, the windshield wipers came on, and little spurts of water began clouding the windshield. "Oh my god, I can't see the road!" Jubilee freaked out, her large blue eyes filling with panic. She grabbed the steering wheel when she saw a green blur which suspiciously like a tree, and made a sharp left. The turn was so unexpected that Jubilee was jerked forward, and her foot practically stomped on the gas pedal, lurching the car. She screamed as the car careened hard into a small van parked on the side of the road.
Jubilee refused to open her eyes until she realized the car had stopped completely, the front fender smashed into the van, whose back was open and overflowing with donuts. Jubilee peered closer, the words on the side of the van read "Dunkin Donuts." The van must have been making a delivery, Jubilee realized miserably, as she looked out the window and saw the dozens of scattered and demolished donuts. Lance wordlessly, leaned over and gently pried her shaking hands away from the steering wheel. Then he turned off the windshield wipers, and steered the car into a nearby parking lot. Once the car was safely parked, Jubilee could feel her pulse slow down and felt an embarrassed flush work from her neck up. At this point, she felt like banging her head against the steering wheel. She waited for Lance to say something but he was silent. Finally, Jubilee couldn't take it anymore.
"Okay, here's your cue to tell me what a total screw up I am!" Jubilee blurted out, looking down at her hands. Lance was still silent. "I mean, first I run into you in the shower, I mean, uh, that came out wrong," Jubilee stammered. "I meant, WHILE you were in the shower, not like, I uh, PLANNED it or anything! And then 5 minutes on the road, and I'm already guilty of driving through a Dunkin Donuts van, ruining hundreds of lives!" Jubilee blabbed, through Lance's silence.
She finally looked over to see Lance clutching his sides. Oh god, is he hurt? Jubilee thought, horrified at the thought.
It took her a full 5 seconds to realize he was laughing. Jubilee's jaw dropped as Lance made no indication of stopping, doubling over in his seat. Finally, Jubilee found her voice.
"What's so funny!"
"Oh, god, you!"
Jubilee didn't know whether to feel insulted or relieved that he was taking this so well. Maybe the accident gave him brain damage, Jubilee wondered, as Lance began gasping for breath.
"What do you mean?"
"You," Lance repeated, still trying to force back laughter, "and your idea that millions of lives are ruined because you totaled a Dunkin Donuts van! Yes, thanks to you, nobody in this town will have their morning's crullers, you horrible person!" Lance gasped, holding his sides, and breaking into laughter again.
Jubilee opened her mouth to offer a retort, but stopped, realizing the total absurdity of the situation, and a small grin formed at the corners of her mouth. "It is kind of funny, isn't it?"
"You said it," Lance replied, smiling. The two fell into a comfortable silence, both smiling as the surveyed the mess around them.
"Um, I was wondering if you would, um,-" Jubilee ventured, wondering how to ask him if he could drive home. She didn't feel ready to take the wheel so soon. Fortunately, Lance seemed to know just what she was thinking.
"No problem," Lance replied, grinning as he stepped out and exchanged seats with her. Once safely in the passenger seat, Jubilee breathed a sigh of relief. The ride home was peaceful, and devoid of any near-collisions.
When they pulled into the garage, Jubilee unbuckled her seat belt and turned to Lance. "Um, you aren't going to tell Mr. Summers what happened..are you?" Jubilee ventured.
"No, I think I'll save it for blackmailing purposes later," Lance said, as they walked towards the mansion doors. Jubilee gaped at him.
"What?!"
"I was just joking, relax," Lance informed her, grinning. Jubilee smiled back, and opened the front door.
"Um, thanks for the lesson Lance," Jubilee said shyly.
"No problem." Lance turned to enter the house, but then faced Jubilee, a mischievous look on his face. "Oh, and Jubilee, about this morning?"
"Yeah?" Jubilee asked, feeling her face burn up at the mention of it.
"Don't worry about it," Lance replied, and winked at her before going into the house.
Jubilee stared after him. I think I'm getting to like driving, Jubilee thought, sighing.