NOTE: Finally,...whew, sorry it took so long, I swear this week was
hell.hehe, I'm sure everyone loves my complaints about college life but
here it is. Also, this is a DESPERATE plea for advice, because my momentum
is really slowing on this story...it could be due to the fact that I'm
working on another kietro story I'm really excited about, and so I'm sorry
that this story is sort of lagging. ANY ideas at all will be welcomed.
Thank you all for reviewing, you guys are the best! Enjoy!
Jubilee straightened the skirt with her hands, trying to look at herself objectively in the mirror. She took a deep breath. It was safe to say that she'd never ever looked more different. It's all for Lance, Jubilee thought, feeling the familiar pinch of hurt when she remembered how he'd taken the side of Laura. If Laura's who he wants, then Laura's who he'll get, Jubilee thought, trying to squelch the feeling of dread she had as she looked at her completely made over image in the floor length mirror.
Suddenly the door flew open, and Rogue stormed in, her hair in disarray and her hazel eyes cloudy with anger.
Rogue took off her backpack. Jubilee watched open mouthed, as Rogue took Kleenex and wiped off her make-up briskly. "What's up with you?"
Rogue turned around. "Well, let's just say that this day has been the worst-...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELF!" Rogue took in Jubilee's knee- length plaid skirt, white stockings, Mary-Jane shoes, a white full-sleeve shirt with a tiny gold pin on the left, and the most horrid transformation of Jubilee's glorious pin-straight black hair into two absurdly bouncy pigtails.
Jubilee swallowed hard, and looked back defiantly. "What do you mean? I just gave myself a little make-over," Jubilee said defensively.
"You look like a Catholic school girl on crack!" Rogue sputtered.
"I wanted a new look," Jubilee said hotly, looking dismally at the skirt. It looked so ugly....but if that's what Lance liked..
"There was nothing wrong with your OLD look," Rogue protested. "What on earth could have possessed you to do this to yourself!"
Jubilee looked down, her lower lip trembled. Ugh, Jubilee thought, realizing how dangerously close to tears she was. "I just wanted to impress Lance. That's it. He seems to be so enamored with Laura. I mean, she's so graceful, elegant, and...
"And a moron," Rogue finished for her. "If Lance likes her than obviously he's not worth it."
"But he IS worth it. He's everything I've ever wanted in a guy. He's sweet, smart, funny..."
"DENSE," Rogue interrupted. "Jubilee, he's not worth all this. You don't even LOOK like yourself!"
"That's the point," Jubilee said in a small voice, and left the room, blinking back her tears and straightening her shoulders.
She'd be graceful, and cease to revert back to her former klutzy self. Jubilee walked down the stairs, gritting her teeth at the way the Mary-Janes seemed to squeeze all the oxygen from her feet. "Maybe this is why Laura was so uptight...sheesh," Jubilee muttered, as she gripped the banister firmly and managed to make it to the foot of the stairs without killing herself.
Suddenly, she saw Lance sitting in the den, Laura next to him. Uh oh, Jubilee thought nervously, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But just as she was about to turn around and flee, Lance looked up. His eyes bugged out.
"Jubilee," Lance choked out, standing up. Laura turned that way and her own reaction was equally comical. The two both stared at her as if she'd suddenly pulled out a machine gun.
Jubilee opened her mouth to speak, forcing the flirtatious tone she had heard Laura use so many times. "So, what do you think?"
Jubilee straightened the skirt with her hands, trying to look at herself objectively in the mirror. She took a deep breath. It was safe to say that she'd never ever looked more different. It's all for Lance, Jubilee thought, feeling the familiar pinch of hurt when she remembered how he'd taken the side of Laura. If Laura's who he wants, then Laura's who he'll get, Jubilee thought, trying to squelch the feeling of dread she had as she looked at her completely made over image in the floor length mirror.
Suddenly the door flew open, and Rogue stormed in, her hair in disarray and her hazel eyes cloudy with anger.
Rogue took off her backpack. Jubilee watched open mouthed, as Rogue took Kleenex and wiped off her make-up briskly. "What's up with you?"
Rogue turned around. "Well, let's just say that this day has been the worst-...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO YOURSELF!" Rogue took in Jubilee's knee- length plaid skirt, white stockings, Mary-Jane shoes, a white full-sleeve shirt with a tiny gold pin on the left, and the most horrid transformation of Jubilee's glorious pin-straight black hair into two absurdly bouncy pigtails.
Jubilee swallowed hard, and looked back defiantly. "What do you mean? I just gave myself a little make-over," Jubilee said defensively.
"You look like a Catholic school girl on crack!" Rogue sputtered.
"I wanted a new look," Jubilee said hotly, looking dismally at the skirt. It looked so ugly....but if that's what Lance liked..
"There was nothing wrong with your OLD look," Rogue protested. "What on earth could have possessed you to do this to yourself!"
Jubilee looked down, her lower lip trembled. Ugh, Jubilee thought, realizing how dangerously close to tears she was. "I just wanted to impress Lance. That's it. He seems to be so enamored with Laura. I mean, she's so graceful, elegant, and...
"And a moron," Rogue finished for her. "If Lance likes her than obviously he's not worth it."
"But he IS worth it. He's everything I've ever wanted in a guy. He's sweet, smart, funny..."
"DENSE," Rogue interrupted. "Jubilee, he's not worth all this. You don't even LOOK like yourself!"
"That's the point," Jubilee said in a small voice, and left the room, blinking back her tears and straightening her shoulders.
She'd be graceful, and cease to revert back to her former klutzy self. Jubilee walked down the stairs, gritting her teeth at the way the Mary-Janes seemed to squeeze all the oxygen from her feet. "Maybe this is why Laura was so uptight...sheesh," Jubilee muttered, as she gripped the banister firmly and managed to make it to the foot of the stairs without killing herself.
Suddenly, she saw Lance sitting in the den, Laura next to him. Uh oh, Jubilee thought nervously, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But just as she was about to turn around and flee, Lance looked up. His eyes bugged out.
"Jubilee," Lance choked out, standing up. Laura turned that way and her own reaction was equally comical. The two both stared at her as if she'd suddenly pulled out a machine gun.
Jubilee opened her mouth to speak, forcing the flirtatious tone she had heard Laura use so many times. "So, what do you think?"