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A/N: I've realized I have no true to life game plan when it comes to this story. So there's a chance some readers will be greatly disappointed in the outcome. Alright, I know the ending outcome, but you may be disappointed with the oncoming events! Also I can't tell you how sorry I am about the short chapters. I'm just trying to get the feel for a fanfiction!
Lance jovially made his way through the hallway, anxious to meet Kitty. His mind had been through so many variations of how their meeting could go; he was ready to see what was really to come. "Lance! Wait up!" Lance whirled around to see who was trying to slow his progress to the front door.
He was more than surprised to see the tall senior clad in his signature sunglasses coolly leaning up against a line of lockers. Lance glanced to either side of where he had stopped, as if to see who else was stalking him.
"What is it Summers?" He warily moved closer to Scott, who ran his hand through his neatly gelled hair.
"Oh it's nothing important," Lance scoffed at how casual Scott was. "I was just curious as to where you were in such a hurry to go."
Rolling his eyes, Lance turned his back on Scott and pressed on towards the parking lot. Scott was in quick pursuit; he hadn't expected to be brushed off with so little deliberation. By the time he had reached the stairs leading out of the school, Lance was nowhere in sight.
"Damnit! All I wanted to do was talk to him for a moment." Scott meandered back into the building pondering why exactly he had chased Lance. This would take a lot of effort on his part; his subconscious must really have it out for him.
Kitty tapped her foot progressively against the warm asphalt; her impatience was budding deeper by the moment. School had been out for ten minutes, at the very least. The sun was out in it's fullest and beads of sweat began to trickle down her face. Legs becoming weary, Kitty concluded that Lance wasn't coming after all. Her lips turned down at the sides and her eyes found a comfortable spot upon her shoes to gaze at. Without hurry she parted from her spot alongside the out of date Jeep.
"Kitty! Wait up! Please don't go!" She whipped around facing a panting Lance, although she tried not to, a slight smile played across her face.
"Geez, Lance! Like I thought you had forgotten about me!" She snorted then casually flipped her hair out of her face.
He flashed a devilish grin, "Nah, how could I forget about you pretty Kitty? Want to go someplace a little less, school-like to talk?" She nodded and they scrambled into the Jeep.
"What about the park or something like that?" She leaned back in the seat, arms resting comfortably behind her head.
"The park it is then." Lance started the engine and they were well on their way. The world had taken a sudden yet pleasant turn for the better. It was no longer filled with 'what ifs' and un-resolved problems. Simply sitting beside Kitty had a consoling settling force upon his tired psyche. Lance grinned childishly as he thought about how good it was to be with her. It was positively surreal.
"Like Lance!!! Deer!" Lance twisted the steering wheel until it could turn no more. What followed, happened in dreamlike slow motion, the Jeep rolled over four times until settling on its side.
Scott walked into the Institute with false poise and a seemingly flippant attitude. He stole a minute to just give himself a mental slap in the face. Why in blue hell had thoughts of Lance Alvers engaged his mind all day? He had tried to blame it on his brother like bond to Kitty, that he was in reality just looking out for her best interests. She was after all quite infatuated with the handsome senior and Lance was not the type of boy she needed to be courting. Something didn't click though; there was too much analyzing of Lance himself for that to be the true answer.
"Oh hey Scott! I've been looking all over for you!" Jean brushed into the room with her prize-winning smile plastered upon her face.
Scott shook himself out of his thoughts and returned the smile. "Oh I was just busy discussing my term paper with the Creative Writing Substitute. Nothing like a teacher mysteriously parting halfway through the year, leaving us to fend for ourselves against an un-experienced substitute."
Jean airily laughed as they made their way to the dining room taking seats across from each other. She longingly gazed at him, he was everything she wanted.
"Scott, I need to get something off my chest. Do you mind lending the time and the ear?" He looked at her pleading eyes, something was definitely up.
"Alright Jean, I'm all yours." She visibly flinched at his remark. This was either going to be cake or terribly difficult.
"So no interruptions, I just need to get it all out in the air." Scott nodded his head in agreement. "Scott, you know for the longest time we've had a special bond. It seems as if our relationship is beginning to fizzle, and it's nothing you've done. It's me and my stringing Duncan along. I've only been doing it because I'm afraid that if you and I get serious someone is bound to get hurt. So in short, I'm desperately sorry and I have decided that I do want to pursue a relationship with you."
She gave a sigh of relief, searching for signs of resentment on Scott's face; Jean was flabbergasted to see he wasn't showing much emotion at all.
"Thanks for coming to me with that, it took a lot of character and courage. A relationship would be great, just not at the present time." Scott rose from his seat and left the room.
Jean sat silent and immobile, her mouth gaped open. This was nothing remotely close to what she had anticipated from him. Anger? Sure. Even Glee. Nothing had prepared her for the out of character response he had provided her with.
Scott closed the door to his room, shaking his head in disbelief. What exactly had he just done? This is what he had waited for, this was The Golden Opportunity and he had let it skate right by without second thought. With no thought for that matter. What had gotten into him? It was at that very moment that he knew what had gotten into him. Lance Alvers.
A/N: Wow thank you Orli my wonderful muse for finally supplying me with substantial inspiration! Please review, I'm more than pleased to hear what ideas or comments you have! Thanks for reading, and expect more!
A/N: I've realized I have no true to life game plan when it comes to this story. So there's a chance some readers will be greatly disappointed in the outcome. Alright, I know the ending outcome, but you may be disappointed with the oncoming events! Also I can't tell you how sorry I am about the short chapters. I'm just trying to get the feel for a fanfiction!
Lance jovially made his way through the hallway, anxious to meet Kitty. His mind had been through so many variations of how their meeting could go; he was ready to see what was really to come. "Lance! Wait up!" Lance whirled around to see who was trying to slow his progress to the front door.
He was more than surprised to see the tall senior clad in his signature sunglasses coolly leaning up against a line of lockers. Lance glanced to either side of where he had stopped, as if to see who else was stalking him.
"What is it Summers?" He warily moved closer to Scott, who ran his hand through his neatly gelled hair.
"Oh it's nothing important," Lance scoffed at how casual Scott was. "I was just curious as to where you were in such a hurry to go."
Rolling his eyes, Lance turned his back on Scott and pressed on towards the parking lot. Scott was in quick pursuit; he hadn't expected to be brushed off with so little deliberation. By the time he had reached the stairs leading out of the school, Lance was nowhere in sight.
"Damnit! All I wanted to do was talk to him for a moment." Scott meandered back into the building pondering why exactly he had chased Lance. This would take a lot of effort on his part; his subconscious must really have it out for him.
Kitty tapped her foot progressively against the warm asphalt; her impatience was budding deeper by the moment. School had been out for ten minutes, at the very least. The sun was out in it's fullest and beads of sweat began to trickle down her face. Legs becoming weary, Kitty concluded that Lance wasn't coming after all. Her lips turned down at the sides and her eyes found a comfortable spot upon her shoes to gaze at. Without hurry she parted from her spot alongside the out of date Jeep.
"Kitty! Wait up! Please don't go!" She whipped around facing a panting Lance, although she tried not to, a slight smile played across her face.
"Geez, Lance! Like I thought you had forgotten about me!" She snorted then casually flipped her hair out of her face.
He flashed a devilish grin, "Nah, how could I forget about you pretty Kitty? Want to go someplace a little less, school-like to talk?" She nodded and they scrambled into the Jeep.
"What about the park or something like that?" She leaned back in the seat, arms resting comfortably behind her head.
"The park it is then." Lance started the engine and they were well on their way. The world had taken a sudden yet pleasant turn for the better. It was no longer filled with 'what ifs' and un-resolved problems. Simply sitting beside Kitty had a consoling settling force upon his tired psyche. Lance grinned childishly as he thought about how good it was to be with her. It was positively surreal.
"Like Lance!!! Deer!" Lance twisted the steering wheel until it could turn no more. What followed, happened in dreamlike slow motion, the Jeep rolled over four times until settling on its side.
Scott walked into the Institute with false poise and a seemingly flippant attitude. He stole a minute to just give himself a mental slap in the face. Why in blue hell had thoughts of Lance Alvers engaged his mind all day? He had tried to blame it on his brother like bond to Kitty, that he was in reality just looking out for her best interests. She was after all quite infatuated with the handsome senior and Lance was not the type of boy she needed to be courting. Something didn't click though; there was too much analyzing of Lance himself for that to be the true answer.
"Oh hey Scott! I've been looking all over for you!" Jean brushed into the room with her prize-winning smile plastered upon her face.
Scott shook himself out of his thoughts and returned the smile. "Oh I was just busy discussing my term paper with the Creative Writing Substitute. Nothing like a teacher mysteriously parting halfway through the year, leaving us to fend for ourselves against an un-experienced substitute."
Jean airily laughed as they made their way to the dining room taking seats across from each other. She longingly gazed at him, he was everything she wanted.
"Scott, I need to get something off my chest. Do you mind lending the time and the ear?" He looked at her pleading eyes, something was definitely up.
"Alright Jean, I'm all yours." She visibly flinched at his remark. This was either going to be cake or terribly difficult.
"So no interruptions, I just need to get it all out in the air." Scott nodded his head in agreement. "Scott, you know for the longest time we've had a special bond. It seems as if our relationship is beginning to fizzle, and it's nothing you've done. It's me and my stringing Duncan along. I've only been doing it because I'm afraid that if you and I get serious someone is bound to get hurt. So in short, I'm desperately sorry and I have decided that I do want to pursue a relationship with you."
She gave a sigh of relief, searching for signs of resentment on Scott's face; Jean was flabbergasted to see he wasn't showing much emotion at all.
"Thanks for coming to me with that, it took a lot of character and courage. A relationship would be great, just not at the present time." Scott rose from his seat and left the room.
Jean sat silent and immobile, her mouth gaped open. This was nothing remotely close to what she had anticipated from him. Anger? Sure. Even Glee. Nothing had prepared her for the out of character response he had provided her with.
Scott closed the door to his room, shaking his head in disbelief. What exactly had he just done? This is what he had waited for, this was The Golden Opportunity and he had let it skate right by without second thought. With no thought for that matter. What had gotten into him? It was at that very moment that he knew what had gotten into him. Lance Alvers.
A/N: Wow thank you Orli my wonderful muse for finally supplying me with substantial inspiration! Please review, I'm more than pleased to hear what ideas or comments you have! Thanks for reading, and expect more!
