After a while Kurt came to, so me and Chuck went to talk with him. Let's just say he was a little high-strung because of Chuck's warning and his soon-to-come punishment.
"Professor! Cryees! I promise, I von't do it again. If you'll just give me anozer chance I'll be more careful. Trust me, I vill! I'll-----"
"Calm down, Kurt. It's all right. Crys and I had a talk about this. We know that it was an accident and you'll be more careful. But as punishment, you must clean the ceilings in the mansion since you have much easier access to them than anyone else. Is that c lear?" Chuck asked. Kurt sighed.
"Yes Professor."
"Good. Now, get outside and have some fun before your sentence starts tomorrow." Kurt immediately perked up.
"Tomorrow!? You mean zat I can still enjoy today? Zank you Professor!"
"You're quite welcome Kurt. Why don't you take Crys with you? She could use a bit of sun." Before I could protest however, Kurt had taken hold of me and bamfed us both outside. He let go and I walked over to the bench along side the fountain. I sat down, and noticed that Kurt sat next to me. It was about noon, since it took him a while to wake up. The sun beat down on both of us.
"Vat's zee matter Cryees?" he asked curiously. I sighed deeply.
"I don't know anybody. I mean, I know all of your names and gifts, but I don't really know you. Back in my own universe it was like this too. I never had any true friends, just people to talk with at lunch or joke within boring classes. No one to confide my deepest secrets in or talk with when I've had a hard day. I guess you could say I'm depressed." Kurt slowly took all this in. For a minute, he didn't say anything, so I thought he'd bamfed away to find someone happier to annoy. Then he spoke up.
"Could I be zat person? Everyvun zinks zat I'm a joker, vich I am, but zere's more to me zen zat. I can have serious conversations, but no vun vants to include me because zey zink I'll make a huge joke out of it. It's so frustrating sometimes zat I have zis reputation. Sometimes I vish ve vere all normal."
This stunned me.
"Do you Kurt? Because if you were all normal, than none of this would have ever existed and I wouldn't be talking with the most compassionate furball that I've ever known. You wouldn't have met these wonderful people and the world would find someone else to kill and hate. I'm kinda glad that we're different. It's what makes us the people we are."
"I guess you're right. I just vouldn t be the most handsome fuzzy dude on the planet if I veren t a mutant. But you still didn't answer my question. Could I be zat person?"
This I had to think about. Sure, sometimes he pissed me off, but who else could I talk to? Chuck was way too serious and everyone else had their own problems to deal with. Maybe I could confide in "the fuzzy dude." Yeah.
"I think you can be that person Kurt. But if you tell anyone private stuff that I tell you," I shook my fist threateningly. He put his hands up like he was being arrested.
"Okay, okay! I know vhat vill happen. I definitely don't vant a repeat of today. No more ceilings zan I have to!" he said. We both laughed. "Besides, I'll tell you zings too. And if you tell my secrets, zan I guess you'll find yourself teleported on top of Bayville High and staying there for a period of time."
We both cracked up again. Little did we know that we were being watched by Chuck and Logan. They were in Chuck's office.
~*~
"You really think you should play matchmaker, Charles?" asked Logan. Chuck simply smiled and said,
"I have no idea what you're talking about." But his voice was one of those I-know-you're-right-but-I'm-not-going-to-admit-it kinds of voices. "Kurt and Crystal have chosen to spend time with one another on their own. I had no part in it."
"Right, so ya' asked Elf to take him and Tidepool outside when ya' know that ya' already sent the rest a' them kids inside to do homework for no apparent reason."
"No reason at all, Logan. No reason at all."
~*~
Me and Kurt walked around for about half an hour outside, just basically talking about whatever popped into our heads. Then we noticed that it was getting progressively hotter and decided to go swimming. One problem. I had never owned a swimsuit in my life.
"Hey Kurt?"
"Yes, Cryees?"
"Can I borrow a pair of swim trunks? I really hate bikinis, tankinis, anything that ends in -ini, really. Besides, one pieces look really bad."
"Sure Cryees. I guess zat adds more to your 'tomboy attitude', zen."
We went inside the mansion and I followed him to his room. There were posters of German bands I'd never seen before and pictures of German landscape. Kurt handed me a pair of dark blue trunks with lighter blue waves on them. He grinned at me and said, "Kind of fits, don't you zink?" I smiled back at him and went to my room to change. Slipping the trunks on, I left my shirt on for my top piece. I strolled over to the door and was about to open it when Kurt bamfed in wearing no shirt and grass green trunks.
"Kurt," I whined," please ask before you teleport. I could have been changing." Kurt simply grinned, grabbed my arm(this time I didn't mind)and bamfed down to pool side.
~*~
When we got there, we noticed that no one else was around. Which was weird, because Kurt had told me that on Saturdays, everyone usually swam. Odd. I asked Kurt about it.
"Kurt, where is everyone?" He seemed to look thoughtful for a moment before answering,
"Zey disappeared into an alternate universe?" I shoved him a little.
"Ha ha, very funny. Seriously, oh wait, I forgot, it's hard for you to be serious. C'mon, let's work together and see if you can be serious for more than two seconds." We both got looks of intense concentration on our faces and stayed that way for about ten seconds before breaking down once again into peals of laughter. Kurt got his breath back first.
"Vell, I guess zat means more pool space for us, ja?" Grinning, he grabbed me and bamfed about fifteen feet above the deep end.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt! I'm gonna------" That sentence was cut off by us making a humongous splash. After I surfaced, I looked around for Kurt. He was lounging on an inflatable pool chair.
"Somezing wrong, Cryees?" he asked innocently. I smirked.
"No, nothing's wrong Kurt. By the way, two things not to tell Chuck. Number one that I called him Chuck, and number two, that I did this." I summoned a tsunami(using the pool water, not water from me or the air) behind him and it came down, overturning him and his chair. Then I heard a *BAMF* and was promptly dunked under. When I came back up, he was standing in front of me with his arms crossed. Then he said,
"Don't vorry Cryees. I von't tell Professor X a zing." I growled and the water fight began, mostly with me winning, since I can manipulate water. Duh.
~*~
After about an hour and a half, me and Kurt were getting tired. And hungry. And having to go to the bathroom. And---, well you get the point. It was time for his 'daily snackfest' anyway. The afternoon on Saturday was when Kurt ate the most food. It was also when most people tried to avoid the kitchen in hopes of not seeing his eating habits. I, however, didn't care that he ate like a pig. For I, as well, ate this way.
"Kurt, could you pass the chips? You're kinda hoggin' em' all."
"Zat's zee point, Crys."
"Well at least give me some of the sandwiches."
"I made zese. Go make your own."
"I did! But you ate them and then started eating the ones you made!"
"Oh. Vell, vant some cheeps?"
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrg! Make up your mind! If you won't give me either, than I claim the Rice Krispie Treats!"
"No! I need zee sugary goodness!"
"Too bad, Elf-Boy." Then he pounced on me, knocking both of us to the floor with him on top. I was holding the Rice Krispies out of reach and he was trying to get them back. This was when Logan walked in. He didn't look too surprised, which shocked me, then I remembered who he was and where we were and it all made sense.
"Maybe you two should take that up ta' Elfs' room," he said while getting a glass of water. That was his mistake. I pointed a finger at his glass and right when he put it up to his face, the water flew out and drenched him. He growled, put the cup in the sink, and left the kitchen muttering something about 'darn kids that won't give him any respect.' Again, me and Kurt cracked up. We seemed to be doing that a lot.
"Professor! Cryees! I promise, I von't do it again. If you'll just give me anozer chance I'll be more careful. Trust me, I vill! I'll-----"
"Calm down, Kurt. It's all right. Crys and I had a talk about this. We know that it was an accident and you'll be more careful. But as punishment, you must clean the ceilings in the mansion since you have much easier access to them than anyone else. Is that c lear?" Chuck asked. Kurt sighed.
"Yes Professor."
"Good. Now, get outside and have some fun before your sentence starts tomorrow." Kurt immediately perked up.
"Tomorrow!? You mean zat I can still enjoy today? Zank you Professor!"
"You're quite welcome Kurt. Why don't you take Crys with you? She could use a bit of sun." Before I could protest however, Kurt had taken hold of me and bamfed us both outside. He let go and I walked over to the bench along side the fountain. I sat down, and noticed that Kurt sat next to me. It was about noon, since it took him a while to wake up. The sun beat down on both of us.
"Vat's zee matter Cryees?" he asked curiously. I sighed deeply.
"I don't know anybody. I mean, I know all of your names and gifts, but I don't really know you. Back in my own universe it was like this too. I never had any true friends, just people to talk with at lunch or joke within boring classes. No one to confide my deepest secrets in or talk with when I've had a hard day. I guess you could say I'm depressed." Kurt slowly took all this in. For a minute, he didn't say anything, so I thought he'd bamfed away to find someone happier to annoy. Then he spoke up.
"Could I be zat person? Everyvun zinks zat I'm a joker, vich I am, but zere's more to me zen zat. I can have serious conversations, but no vun vants to include me because zey zink I'll make a huge joke out of it. It's so frustrating sometimes zat I have zis reputation. Sometimes I vish ve vere all normal."
This stunned me.
"Do you Kurt? Because if you were all normal, than none of this would have ever existed and I wouldn't be talking with the most compassionate furball that I've ever known. You wouldn't have met these wonderful people and the world would find someone else to kill and hate. I'm kinda glad that we're different. It's what makes us the people we are."
"I guess you're right. I just vouldn t be the most handsome fuzzy dude on the planet if I veren t a mutant. But you still didn't answer my question. Could I be zat person?"
This I had to think about. Sure, sometimes he pissed me off, but who else could I talk to? Chuck was way too serious and everyone else had their own problems to deal with. Maybe I could confide in "the fuzzy dude." Yeah.
"I think you can be that person Kurt. But if you tell anyone private stuff that I tell you," I shook my fist threateningly. He put his hands up like he was being arrested.
"Okay, okay! I know vhat vill happen. I definitely don't vant a repeat of today. No more ceilings zan I have to!" he said. We both laughed. "Besides, I'll tell you zings too. And if you tell my secrets, zan I guess you'll find yourself teleported on top of Bayville High and staying there for a period of time."
We both cracked up again. Little did we know that we were being watched by Chuck and Logan. They were in Chuck's office.
~*~
"You really think you should play matchmaker, Charles?" asked Logan. Chuck simply smiled and said,
"I have no idea what you're talking about." But his voice was one of those I-know-you're-right-but-I'm-not-going-to-admit-it kinds of voices. "Kurt and Crystal have chosen to spend time with one another on their own. I had no part in it."
"Right, so ya' asked Elf to take him and Tidepool outside when ya' know that ya' already sent the rest a' them kids inside to do homework for no apparent reason."
"No reason at all, Logan. No reason at all."
~*~
Me and Kurt walked around for about half an hour outside, just basically talking about whatever popped into our heads. Then we noticed that it was getting progressively hotter and decided to go swimming. One problem. I had never owned a swimsuit in my life.
"Hey Kurt?"
"Yes, Cryees?"
"Can I borrow a pair of swim trunks? I really hate bikinis, tankinis, anything that ends in -ini, really. Besides, one pieces look really bad."
"Sure Cryees. I guess zat adds more to your 'tomboy attitude', zen."
We went inside the mansion and I followed him to his room. There were posters of German bands I'd never seen before and pictures of German landscape. Kurt handed me a pair of dark blue trunks with lighter blue waves on them. He grinned at me and said, "Kind of fits, don't you zink?" I smiled back at him and went to my room to change. Slipping the trunks on, I left my shirt on for my top piece. I strolled over to the door and was about to open it when Kurt bamfed in wearing no shirt and grass green trunks.
"Kurt," I whined," please ask before you teleport. I could have been changing." Kurt simply grinned, grabbed my arm(this time I didn't mind)and bamfed down to pool side.
~*~
When we got there, we noticed that no one else was around. Which was weird, because Kurt had told me that on Saturdays, everyone usually swam. Odd. I asked Kurt about it.
"Kurt, where is everyone?" He seemed to look thoughtful for a moment before answering,
"Zey disappeared into an alternate universe?" I shoved him a little.
"Ha ha, very funny. Seriously, oh wait, I forgot, it's hard for you to be serious. C'mon, let's work together and see if you can be serious for more than two seconds." We both got looks of intense concentration on our faces and stayed that way for about ten seconds before breaking down once again into peals of laughter. Kurt got his breath back first.
"Vell, I guess zat means more pool space for us, ja?" Grinning, he grabbed me and bamfed about fifteen feet above the deep end.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Kurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt! I'm gonna------" That sentence was cut off by us making a humongous splash. After I surfaced, I looked around for Kurt. He was lounging on an inflatable pool chair.
"Somezing wrong, Cryees?" he asked innocently. I smirked.
"No, nothing's wrong Kurt. By the way, two things not to tell Chuck. Number one that I called him Chuck, and number two, that I did this." I summoned a tsunami(using the pool water, not water from me or the air) behind him and it came down, overturning him and his chair. Then I heard a *BAMF* and was promptly dunked under. When I came back up, he was standing in front of me with his arms crossed. Then he said,
"Don't vorry Cryees. I von't tell Professor X a zing." I growled and the water fight began, mostly with me winning, since I can manipulate water. Duh.
~*~
After about an hour and a half, me and Kurt were getting tired. And hungry. And having to go to the bathroom. And---, well you get the point. It was time for his 'daily snackfest' anyway. The afternoon on Saturday was when Kurt ate the most food. It was also when most people tried to avoid the kitchen in hopes of not seeing his eating habits. I, however, didn't care that he ate like a pig. For I, as well, ate this way.
"Kurt, could you pass the chips? You're kinda hoggin' em' all."
"Zat's zee point, Crys."
"Well at least give me some of the sandwiches."
"I made zese. Go make your own."
"I did! But you ate them and then started eating the ones you made!"
"Oh. Vell, vant some cheeps?"
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrg! Make up your mind! If you won't give me either, than I claim the Rice Krispie Treats!"
"No! I need zee sugary goodness!"
"Too bad, Elf-Boy." Then he pounced on me, knocking both of us to the floor with him on top. I was holding the Rice Krispies out of reach and he was trying to get them back. This was when Logan walked in. He didn't look too surprised, which shocked me, then I remembered who he was and where we were and it all made sense.
"Maybe you two should take that up ta' Elfs' room," he said while getting a glass of water. That was his mistake. I pointed a finger at his glass and right when he put it up to his face, the water flew out and drenched him. He growled, put the cup in the sink, and left the kitchen muttering something about 'darn kids that won't give him any respect.' Again, me and Kurt cracked up. We seemed to be doing that a lot.
