Angelstorm 5



Bobby Drake was walking to his car, with tears in his eyes. He wanted nothing but to get away from the church as soon as possible. Deep down in his heart, he knew that he had made the right decision. He just didn't realize that being one of the good guys would hurt so much. Sure he could've cared less about Nate Gray, but he did care about other people's feelings.

He made it to his car, with his keys in his hands. He quickly turned the lock, and opened the car door. He sat in the seat, and closed the door. He was beginning to turn the ignition, when he saw Jubilee standing on the corner crying. He wanted to go to her, and hold her in his arms. However, he decided not to. For a brief instance their eyes locked, and then Jubilee suddenly turned away from his hardened stare.

When she was no longer in his sight, Bobby started his engine. He backed away as slowly as he could, hoping that Jubilee would emerge from hiding. When she didn't, he put the car into drive and drove back to the mansion.

He drove back home, quite recklessly. At that moment he didn't care if he was putting himself in any kind of danger. As a matter of fact he secretly wanted to crash into some kind of utility pole, and end his grief right then and there. Deep in his heart he knew that there was never going to be a chance, where he and Jubilee would ever be together. Sure he could hope and pray, but he knew deep in his heart that Jubilee was in love with Nate.



There was no sense in lying, when the facts were staring him in the face. Jubilee was going to marry another man. She was going to pledge the rest of her life to this man. Surely one small letter declaring his love for her, was not going to change her mind about her feelings for Nate. Bobby knew that he shouldn't be jealous, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was.

Jubilee had always been one of his best friends, and now she was about to leave him. He even feared that he would never see her again. He knew that there was the possibility that he'd see her every now and then, but things wouldn't ever feel the same.

Anger rocked throughout his body, as he slammed a heavy fist down on the steering wheel. He wanted to do more than punch Warren for what he did, but he knew that he should be angry with himself. Then again Warren did stick his nose where it didn't belong, and now three lives were ruined because of it. No, he shouldn't be angry with himself, but rather Warren. They were supposed to be friends, but to totally embarrass him like this was uncalled for. Friends were supposed to help each other out, which is what he was trying to do. However, things ended just a bit more screwed up than when they began. Bobby tried to calm his nerves, when a new feeling invaded his body. This was a feeling of loneness. He hadn't felt so alone, and desperate since Opal left him. Now here was that same old familiar feeling again, assaulting his heart with a cruel vengeance.

Tears started to fall, before he realized that he was home. Tears fell as he realized that he'd been parked in the mansions parking lot, for the last ten minutes. Now as he sat and cried, a soft tap on the window brought him away from his pool of thoughts.

When he looked up, he saw a pair of ocean blue eyes full of worry. The beautiful woman opened the driver's side of the door, and stuck out her hand for him to take. He grabbed the hand, and he stood up while his entire body shook. As he made his way towards the mansion, he slumped to the ground. He looked up, hating that he couldn't be stronger. However he couldn't control the onrush of feelings that were overwhelming him. He wanted to be strong, especially in front of her, but now it seemed that he grew even weaker the more he looked into her eyes.

He was disgusted about his behavior, and turned his eyes downward in hopes of avoiding her knowing stare. As the tears fell unmercifully, a small tender finger gently wiped them away. The same finger slid under his chin, and lifted his face towards hers. He was staring in those big blue eyes again, and his breath caught in his throat.

The woman kneeled in front of him, and pulled his face close to hers. He could feel her hot breathe against his lips. He wanted to kiss those lips so badly, but he decided against it and pulled away from her embrace. He turned back to his car, and leaned on it for support. In actuality his legs were weak, and he felt as if he couldn't breathe.

He stood there unmoving, until he felt a pair of hands lightly caressing his back. Those same arms encircled the young man's waist, and he leaned his head backwards until it rested on her shoulders. A part of him screamed that he shouldn't be doing this, but another part of him felt as if this was natural. He wanted the truth, and he opened his mouth to speak.

"How'd you get here so fast?"

"Wolvie's motorcycle. You know he drives like a bat out of hell." She said as she tightened her grip on his waist.

"Did you talk to Nate?" He said while trying to pull away from her intoxicating embrace.

"Yeah I did." She said pulling him back into her arms.

"What did he say?" He said while he once again settled his head against the soft curve of her shoulder.

"The only thing that he could." She said as she lightly kisses the underside of his jaw.

"Which was?" He asked quietly.

"Goodbye." She stated.

Bobby turned around and looked into Jubilee's eyes, and took both of her hands into his. He looked at her face, and realized for the first time since she came that she had tears in her eyes as well. He gently wiped away her tears, as she did the same for him. Both of them stood face to face, wiping away each other tears. Bobby broke the silence, as he placed both of his hands on her face.

"Do you know what you're doing?" He asked

"I'm following my heart."

"I thought Nate was your heart?"

"He was."

"I thought so." He said as he turned away from her.

"I wasn't finished." She said stubbornly.

He turned back around to face her, as she quickly made her way back into his arms.

"I was about to say that yes, Nate was my heart. He was my heart and love, but not before you."

She smiled when he blinked in surprise to her confession, still not believing what she said.

"You've never shown any interest in me."

"Yes I have, but you just didn't see it." She said as she grabbed the hooks of his blue jeans and pulled him closer to her.

"When?" He asked confusedly.

"Remember the trip we took to Paris? Of course at that time you were all gaga over Rogue. That night I intended to tell you my feelings, but those hopes were dashed because you ran off with Rogue. I think I cried the entire night, but you never knew that. Bobby I have always had strong feelings for you, but when did you start getting feelings for me?"

"It was on a day when I saw you dance."

"And when was this?"

"It was during your graduation party. You looked so beautiful on that dance floor, and I mentally kicked myself for never noticing. You chose Logan to be your date, because that idiot that you liked wasn't interested in you one bit. So I sat there looking at you and Logan dancing, wishing that I had the courage to ask you for a dance. I remember watching you, and you were busy watching him. I think I just wanted to knock some sense in that boy, and yell at him for ignoring one of the most beautiful women on that dance floor. It was then that I noticed you, but I always thought that you'd never want someone like me."

"I remember that night. You want to know what I noticed?"

Bobby nodded his head, and he removed a strand of hair that flew in her face.

"I noticed that you were sitting in that seat looking like a lost soul, and I had wanted to hold you. There was even one point where I was about to ask you for one small dance, but before I could get there, Rogue came and whisked you away. I believed that she was trying to make Remy jealous or something, so I turned around and went to the punch bowl. I sat there for about five minutes, until Wolvie came and dragged me back on the dance floor. I scanned the room looking for you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. So I danced with Logan, hating that I never got the chance to dance with you. So while we were at the Church, I made the promise that I wasn't going to let you get away again."

"How did we get so screwed up?" He asked as he lightly caressed her face.

"By our lack of communication."

"So now what?"

"We communicate." She said as she leaned in to kiss his lips.

At first he tried to pull away, but Jubilee wrapped her arms around his neck. They continued kissing for about five minutes, each enjoying the way the other felt. As soon as they broke their embrace, they were greeted by the loud sounds of applause. They scanned the parking lot, and found out that all of their friends witnessed their little exchange. They both were flushed with embarrassment, and Jubilee hid her face in Bobby's chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside of the mansion. He hurriedly closed the door, before anyone could come inside. Jubilee leaned against the door, and she silently mouthed out the words "Oh my god."

Bobby didn't hesitate to push his lips towards hers, and he kissed her with a hungry need. They kissed for a while until the others began to knock, and push at the door in hopes of coming into the house. They backed away from the door, as everyone began piling into the house. They tried to contain their laughter as some of their friends looked at them with shock, sly smiles and others had a look of mock anger on their faces.

Logan was the last one to enter into the room, and he stopped right in front of them. He had a deep scowl on his face, and Bobby began to get a little nervous. When he thought that Logan was going to hit him, and he shut his eyes waiting for the short man to knock him out. When he didn't feel any punch, he opened his eyes to find Logan digging into his pockets. He pulled out a lighter, and Jubilee stood there laughing like some mad hyena. Logan looked the man up, and down before pulling his cigar out of his mouth.

"Next time, get a room." He said as he walked away.

Bobby exhaled a sigh of relief, and then turned his attention back towards Jubilee.

"What? Did you think he was going to hurt you or something?" She asked.

"The thought did cross my mind."

"Please. Logan wouldn't dare lay one finger on you."

"What makes you say that, and how can you be so sure that the man isn't going to hurt me?"



"If he does, then he'll have to hear my mouth for days. Do you honestly think he wants that?"

"I guess you have a point there."

"Why I outta."

"Why don't you just shut up and give me another kiss." He said as he brought his lips closer to hers.

They continued to kiss, until a loud voice resounded off the mansion walls.

"I SAID GET A ROOM!!" Logan screamed.

"You know what, we better do what he says. If not then he just might hurt you." Jubilee said while pushing him away.

"You know what, I think you got a point. Hey let's see if anybody want to go have a round of drinks, to celebrate our new union."

"Hey bub we ain't no union yet, but I think I could use a drink myself."

Ororo Munroe was happy that Jubilee was woman enough to follow her heart, and she was glad that they thought enough to take everyone out for a round of beers. What she needed was a good buzz, to get her mind off of Warren. He had made it perfectly clear that he wasn't interested in her what so ever. First he explains that she is more like a sister than anything else. Then when they were at the Church, Bobby had struck him once in the face. Her first reaction was to go to his side, which was exactly what she did. Then to pour salt into her open wounds, he then pushed her hands away with no regards towards her feelings.

He stood up and looked her dead in her eyes. For one fleeting moment she thought that he was going to apologize for his rudeness. Her hopes were dashed when he stared into her eyes, and shouted obscenities at her. She recalled his harsh words, with clear clarity as she stared into the bottom of a liquor glass.

"Don't you ever fucking touch me again!" Warren shouted.

"My friend, I was only trying to help."

"Yeah and so was I, and this is the thanks that I get. For another thing I don't need your help. So will you just fuck off, you stupid bitch?"

Ororo recoiled as if Warren was a poisonous snake, and turned to walk away. She wasn't about to subject herself to this type of abuse, and she definitely didn't want to be around him once her tears started to fall. She walked away as Warren kept calling out ghastly names, which were all directed towards Storm.

There was a part of her that was angry with Warren. If he didn't get arrested in the first place, then she wouldn't be having any of these feelings to begin with. However, now it seemed like she couldn't get him out of her mind.

So she sat there drinking a wide variety of drinks, all of which were pretty strong and intoxicating. She drowned shot after shot, and not even her teammates noticed her getting blitzed out of her mind. What would her friends think if they saw her drunk? She decided that she didn't want to sit here wallowing in self-pity, so she stood from her seat, and walked towards the dance floor. She scanned the room, until her eyes fell on a single guy sitting at the table. He was a pretty cute, so she walked over to him. He had dark black hair, and hazel eyes. She thought that he resembled Remy a great deal, minus the red and black eyes. He was neatly dressed, indicting that he had taste and money.

She flashed one of her best smiles, as the man looked her up and down.

"Is this seat taken?" She asked seductively.

"It is now. Would you like a drink?" He asked as he pushed his seat closer to hers.

"I thought you'd never ask." She said as she grabbed his face.

She pulled him closer to her, and gave him an earth-shattering kiss. When she was done she pulled away, and look at the young man appreciably.

"Mmmm. That was some drink." She said as she licked her lips sensuously.

The young man grabbed her hand, and stood up from the table. He conveniently stood in front of her, showing off most of his best assets. Ororo was lifted to her feet, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Pretty nice package you got there. Care for a dance?"

"Sure let me get my car." He said a little too happily.

"No. No. No. I meant that I wanted to dance on the dance floor, and not in your bedroom. I'm trying to make someone jealous silly." She said as she pulled him into her arms.

"You actually have to make someone jealous? I find that hard to believe." He said as he pulled her tighter into his embraced.

She felt him press against her, and she leaned her head back exposing her bare neck.

"Kiss my neck, and make it look like you're enjoying it." She said quietly.

"That won't be hard to do." He said as he ran his soft lips over the curve of her neck.

She glanced over to her right, to where Warren was sitting in between two women. They were both blondes, and Ororo couldn't help but get angry. What made her even madder was the fact that he still didn't acknowledge her prescience.

She pushed the man off of her, and stood there glaring at Warren. She looked at him as he flirted with two girls, who look like they were under aged. She wanted to get his attention, and make him mad with jealousy. However, since she had those two bimbos to contend with, it was going to be pretty tough.

Suddenly an idea came to her head, and she turned back to the Remy look a like. She pulled at his head and began kissing him. She opened her eyes, and peeked to the side to where Warren was. She still didn't see him paying any attention to her; so another wild idea entertained her thoughts.

"Is it hot in here, or is it me?" She said removing her jacket.

"No it's definitely hot in here." The man said knowing what her intentions were.

Ororo slowly started unbuttoning her dress, and soon found that she was standing in nothing but her bra and underwear. She faced Warren and the rest of her teammates, and they still blatantly ignored her. Feeling angry she turned back to this stranger, and rammed her tongue down his throat.

They kept on kissing, grinding and dancing, until they felt a pair of strong hands break them up. Ororo looked up expecting to see Warren, or even one of her teammates. Instead, she saw the bouncer who was gathering her clothes from the floor. He threw the clothes back into Ororo's hands, and roughly grabbed her by the arm.

"O.K. You two are out of here. This is a family establishment."

"This is a bar!" Ororo shouted.



"That's it! The two of you are out of here."



The bouncer threw them out of the bar, and Ororo hugged herself as she stood outside in the cold. She looked over her shoulder, and noticed that none of her so-called friends came out for her. She looked at the young man, who looked her up and down as she shivered from the cold.

"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked.

"Yeah. Besides there's nothing here for me."

"I'll go get the car."

While he went to get his car, Ororo put her clothes back on. She never felt so alone in her life, and for once she was about to do something wild and spontaneous. She knew that she could take care of herself, if the man tried to do something funny. However, at this point she didn't want to rationalize the situation. She wanted a man to pay her attention, and she finally found one. She didn't care if he was going to be just a one-night stand; she just wanted to get Warren out of her head. While she waited for either her friends or foe to come, the foe beat out the friends when he pulled his car to the front of the club. She took one last look at the club, hoping against hope that Warren would come outside. When he didn't, she opened the car door. She slid into the car, and they took off into the night.

Warren was sitting with two of the most beautiful women, when he realized that Ororo was acting like some street tramp. Then when she removed all of her clothes in a bar full of people, he'd just pretended that he didn't notice her. He felt a great deal of relief when the bouncer, kicked her and her new boyfriend out of the bar. Then after about five minutes he began to worry. He kept reasoning with himself that she would wait there, or that she would either fly home. Still he had to see if she was all right. After all they didn't know anything about the mysterious stranger that she was with, and she left the bar clearly drunk.

As he stood up, he fared the ladies adieu. He put a crisp twenty-dollar bill to pay for their drinks on the table, and walked outside in search for Ororo. When he didn't see her, he decided to head back home, in search of the young woman.

Thankfully he decided to bring his own car, and didn't have to hitch a ride home. So he jumped in his car, and drove home. When he came through the house doors, he had found the huge mansion to be empty. He sat on the couch trying to figure out where Ororo could've been. Then the one thought that he didn't want to acknowledge entered into his head.

*Surely she wouldn't leave with someone that she didn't know. Would she?

He pondered over those thoughts, and decided to try to find out where she could be. He reasoned that the slime ball that she was with, would try to take her to some sleazy motel. So he grabbed a telephone book, and found the nearest motel's address. He lugged the book to his car, and started his engine. He vowed that he was going to find her, even if it took all night to do so.

Yes here's another cliffhanger. Did Storm do what we all think she did? What will Warren think about the weather goddess now? Will he even find her? Stay tuned to find out the answers to all of these questions. Let me know how you liked this edition to this story. Anyway ladies I suggest that you never get in the car with strangers. Just remember that Storm was drunk, and she has mutant powers. So I'm sure that she can take of herself. So if this seems a little out of character for Storm, it's because she's drunk, and she is also severely heartbroken. Love makes you do stupid things, as this chapter remarkably points out. There's more to come.