NOTE: Hey guys, don't hate me! (author ducking to avoid tomatoes and
eggs)...but I'm new to college, and sheesh this week was mid-terms.
Needless to say I became intimate with Starbucks and my Chemistry textbook!
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Jubilee opened the door to the mansion, shaking her long black hair out of her ponytail, and stomped into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she scanned the contents for the pint of Triple Toffee fudge ice cream. "Where is it?" Jubilee muttered, irritated as she shoved aside cartons of milk. She found it, finally, half eaten near the back of the fridge next to Dr. McCoy's leftover quiche.
Settling down in the couch, Jubilee opened the carton and took a heaping spoonful, feeling only a little better. Stupid perfect Laura.
Suddenly heavy footsteps sounded behind her. Jubilee knew without even having to turn around that it was Logan...probably coming to find out what was wrong. Honestly, he acted like her self-appointed counselor.
"I don't want to talk about it, and no I'm not going to share the ice- cream," Jubilee announced, before Logan could open his mouth.
"Why is your shirt stained brown? Did you fall in the mud or something?" Logan asked instead, ignoring the glare she shot him. The only thing she wanted to do now was watch some reruns of Wonder Years and get a sugar high. Was that so much to ask?
"I wish. Laura the psycho dumped my milkshake all over me on purpose at the carnival and Lance took her side," Jubilee muttered, viciously digging into the carton with renewed vigor.
"And you're upset about it?" Logan asked gruffly, his eyes concerned.
"No, of course not. I'm not upset. Why would I be upset?" Jubilee demanded.
"I don't know," Logan said with deliberate casualness, and sat down with a beer in hand. Jubilee gritted her teeth. She hated when he did this. Pretended like he didn't give a damn one way or another until she ended up spilling out the whole ugly story.
"So, did you catch the game last night?" Logan asked indifferently.
"Alright I'm miserable! Lance likes Laura better than me, I don't know what to do," Jubilee said reluctantly. "You have to help me!"
Logan spit out his beer. "You want ME to give you advice on dating?"
Jubilee frowned. "I see your point. The longest relationship I've ever seen you been in is that time you dated that freaky-,"
"Alright, that's enough about my love life!" Logan growled.
"Jeez, I'm just trying to help!" Jubilee scowled back, and settled deeper into the couch.
"Look, my only advice is, you're not the type to just back down into a corner. If you like Lance, then do something about it," Logan said, taking a long gulp of his beer. Jubilee frowned.
"What exactly am I supposed to do? Wear plaid like Laura and eat salads all the time..THAT"S IT!" Jubilee yelled, sitting up. "By tomorrow, you'll see a whole new Jubilee! Thanks!"
Logan just stared at her as if she'd gone nuts. Jubilee didn't care though, she tore up to her room, grinning. Suddenly she couldn't wait for tomorrow.
Jubilee opened the door to the mansion, shaking her long black hair out of her ponytail, and stomped into the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she scanned the contents for the pint of Triple Toffee fudge ice cream. "Where is it?" Jubilee muttered, irritated as she shoved aside cartons of milk. She found it, finally, half eaten near the back of the fridge next to Dr. McCoy's leftover quiche.
Settling down in the couch, Jubilee opened the carton and took a heaping spoonful, feeling only a little better. Stupid perfect Laura.
Suddenly heavy footsteps sounded behind her. Jubilee knew without even having to turn around that it was Logan...probably coming to find out what was wrong. Honestly, he acted like her self-appointed counselor.
"I don't want to talk about it, and no I'm not going to share the ice- cream," Jubilee announced, before Logan could open his mouth.
"Why is your shirt stained brown? Did you fall in the mud or something?" Logan asked instead, ignoring the glare she shot him. The only thing she wanted to do now was watch some reruns of Wonder Years and get a sugar high. Was that so much to ask?
"I wish. Laura the psycho dumped my milkshake all over me on purpose at the carnival and Lance took her side," Jubilee muttered, viciously digging into the carton with renewed vigor.
"And you're upset about it?" Logan asked gruffly, his eyes concerned.
"No, of course not. I'm not upset. Why would I be upset?" Jubilee demanded.
"I don't know," Logan said with deliberate casualness, and sat down with a beer in hand. Jubilee gritted her teeth. She hated when he did this. Pretended like he didn't give a damn one way or another until she ended up spilling out the whole ugly story.
"So, did you catch the game last night?" Logan asked indifferently.
"Alright I'm miserable! Lance likes Laura better than me, I don't know what to do," Jubilee said reluctantly. "You have to help me!"
Logan spit out his beer. "You want ME to give you advice on dating?"
Jubilee frowned. "I see your point. The longest relationship I've ever seen you been in is that time you dated that freaky-,"
"Alright, that's enough about my love life!" Logan growled.
"Jeez, I'm just trying to help!" Jubilee scowled back, and settled deeper into the couch.
"Look, my only advice is, you're not the type to just back down into a corner. If you like Lance, then do something about it," Logan said, taking a long gulp of his beer. Jubilee frowned.
"What exactly am I supposed to do? Wear plaid like Laura and eat salads all the time..THAT"S IT!" Jubilee yelled, sitting up. "By tomorrow, you'll see a whole new Jubilee! Thanks!"
Logan just stared at her as if she'd gone nuts. Jubilee didn't care though, she tore up to her room, grinning. Suddenly she couldn't wait for tomorrow.