"Now a question of etiquette as I pass, do I give them the ass? Or do I
give them the crotch?" ~Tyler Dirten (Fight Club)
A/N: Oh I'm so sorry! I have come down with a sudden case of the mushy-
fluffies! Blame it one the time I suppose (3:07 am). It will eventually get
less sappy, I promise! *grins evilly at Ariel*
*Disclaimer: I own only my ideas, and sometimes I have trouble remembering
if I really own those. Then I remember that I really do own my ideas and
although there's probably some way the government can take those, they'll
have a hell of a job getting them. So don't be like the stupid woman who
drove with coffee between her knees and failed to realize it was hot,
therefore winning millions in court. I would have to gauge out your irises
with a blunt rusty safety pin. Thanks!
The atmosphere in the car was extremely tense. Jean's eyes were solely focused on the road ahead of her. While her mind raced about, the car didn't keep the steadiest path. One glance at Lance, and this was more than apparent.
Noticing the nauseous look painted upon his face, Kitty's heart sunk a bit. Realizing how fragile he really could be. This boy, the one boy who acted out with such violence and hate, was nothing more than just that. He no longer had the façade to protect him; there was no need when no one was seemingly paying attention. Without warning Kitty was bombarded with emotions. She had unknowingly played upon all that Lance Alvers had attempted to become. With no thought at all she had disregarded his feelings, selfishly treated him like he was 'just a hood'. Her eyes welled with tears and she gallantly tried to repress a sob. How could she have been so superficial and vapid? Kitty hadn't realized just how much he actually meant to her until this very moment. He was everything to her. There was nothing he hadn't done to try and impress her, or be what he thought she needed or wanted him to be. There was nothing about her that was worthy of him. This made her choke up a considerable amount more.
Lance's eyes were fixated on the bleak surroundings outside of the semi-tinted glass. He would have given his left nut for the swerving to end. Or at least for a handful of Dramamine. If it weren't for Kitty sitting next to him, the door would have been open, and he would have gladly rolled out onto the wet road.
"You know we still haven't had our talk yet," Lance turned and came face to face with Kitty, tears running freely and a look of pure sorrow included. "Kitty?"
Kitty looked down to the floor of the car, she couldn't look him in the eyes. "Lance. I-I-I, I didn't re-realize. *sniff* How, ba-ba-badly I've treated you. I don't deserve what you have to off-off-offer. I'm sa sa so sorry that I let you down." She let out a meek whimper and continued gazing at the upholstery.
A warm hand firmly grasped Kitty's own small hand. Looking up, she met eyes with Lance who had lovable smile, beaming from cheek to cheek. Knowingly, Kitty wiped her eyes with her free hand, and returned the grin.
"First thing you need to learn kid, is that I decide who is worthy of my time and emotions. As fun as it is to play God, you don't get a choice in this matter. Sorry kitten, I may be a hood, but I'm a hood with some sense about me."
With that, Kitty threw herself into his arms, as much as you can throw yourself in a car. He embraced her and it came as if it were second nature. Everything felt so right.
The car came to a sudden halt and all of the doors flew open. Jean sprang out of the vehicle and stormed onto the Institute grounds. Lance and Kitty slowly made their way out and followed Jean's example.
She flung open the doors and made her way past any and all that was going on in the rooms she went by. Her intentions were dead set. Nothing would come between her and finding Scott.
Together, Lance and Kitty walked into the mansion. Several heads turned to their direction, obviously puzzled by the wet and muddy couple. With all of the excitement they had forgotten about their current state of clothing. Lance turned to Evan, preparing to ask him which direction Jean had gone but was cut short.
"Up to Scott's room." Lance and Kitty continued on towards her. "Hey! Why is everyone acting so weird?!?!"
Finally reaching Scott's bedroom door, Jean turned the knob and shoved. There was no resistance, no lock, and no preparation for the scene that lay sprawled out in front of her.
"Jean!" Kitty and Lance finally had caught up with her, though both were panting and out of breath. Kitty raised her eyebrow at Jeans vacant expression. Lance wanted to catch a glimpse for himself, peering into the poorly lit room, he saw what she had seen.
A/N: Alright! Wow! Six chapters! I'm actually proud of myself! Okay I'll admit, I'm actually enjoying writing this. Please, please review! I love hearing what you think and any suggestions you have!
The atmosphere in the car was extremely tense. Jean's eyes were solely focused on the road ahead of her. While her mind raced about, the car didn't keep the steadiest path. One glance at Lance, and this was more than apparent.
Noticing the nauseous look painted upon his face, Kitty's heart sunk a bit. Realizing how fragile he really could be. This boy, the one boy who acted out with such violence and hate, was nothing more than just that. He no longer had the façade to protect him; there was no need when no one was seemingly paying attention. Without warning Kitty was bombarded with emotions. She had unknowingly played upon all that Lance Alvers had attempted to become. With no thought at all she had disregarded his feelings, selfishly treated him like he was 'just a hood'. Her eyes welled with tears and she gallantly tried to repress a sob. How could she have been so superficial and vapid? Kitty hadn't realized just how much he actually meant to her until this very moment. He was everything to her. There was nothing he hadn't done to try and impress her, or be what he thought she needed or wanted him to be. There was nothing about her that was worthy of him. This made her choke up a considerable amount more.
Lance's eyes were fixated on the bleak surroundings outside of the semi-tinted glass. He would have given his left nut for the swerving to end. Or at least for a handful of Dramamine. If it weren't for Kitty sitting next to him, the door would have been open, and he would have gladly rolled out onto the wet road.
"You know we still haven't had our talk yet," Lance turned and came face to face with Kitty, tears running freely and a look of pure sorrow included. "Kitty?"
Kitty looked down to the floor of the car, she couldn't look him in the eyes. "Lance. I-I-I, I didn't re-realize. *sniff* How, ba-ba-badly I've treated you. I don't deserve what you have to off-off-offer. I'm sa sa so sorry that I let you down." She let out a meek whimper and continued gazing at the upholstery.
A warm hand firmly grasped Kitty's own small hand. Looking up, she met eyes with Lance who had lovable smile, beaming from cheek to cheek. Knowingly, Kitty wiped her eyes with her free hand, and returned the grin.
"First thing you need to learn kid, is that I decide who is worthy of my time and emotions. As fun as it is to play God, you don't get a choice in this matter. Sorry kitten, I may be a hood, but I'm a hood with some sense about me."
With that, Kitty threw herself into his arms, as much as you can throw yourself in a car. He embraced her and it came as if it were second nature. Everything felt so right.
The car came to a sudden halt and all of the doors flew open. Jean sprang out of the vehicle and stormed onto the Institute grounds. Lance and Kitty slowly made their way out and followed Jean's example.
She flung open the doors and made her way past any and all that was going on in the rooms she went by. Her intentions were dead set. Nothing would come between her and finding Scott.
Together, Lance and Kitty walked into the mansion. Several heads turned to their direction, obviously puzzled by the wet and muddy couple. With all of the excitement they had forgotten about their current state of clothing. Lance turned to Evan, preparing to ask him which direction Jean had gone but was cut short.
"Up to Scott's room." Lance and Kitty continued on towards her. "Hey! Why is everyone acting so weird?!?!"
Finally reaching Scott's bedroom door, Jean turned the knob and shoved. There was no resistance, no lock, and no preparation for the scene that lay sprawled out in front of her.
"Jean!" Kitty and Lance finally had caught up with her, though both were panting and out of breath. Kitty raised her eyebrow at Jeans vacant expression. Lance wanted to catch a glimpse for himself, peering into the poorly lit room, he saw what she had seen.
A/N: Alright! Wow! Six chapters! I'm actually proud of myself! Okay I'll admit, I'm actually enjoying writing this. Please, please review! I love hearing what you think and any suggestions you have!
