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DISCLAIMER: Don't own X-men, just my OC's
Thoughts are *blah*
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Kurt sat in French class, desperately trying to follow what the teacher was saying about pronouns. She was talking so fast, and she wasn't annunciating as well as she normally did. Apparently the upcoming final was just as stressful for her as it was for the students.
Finally giving up entirely on taking notes, Kurt allowed his eyes to drift across the room to where Alexia was sitting, her head still bandaged, scribbling down notes, her eyes never leaving the teacher. At least today, her head hadn't hurt too much to keep her from braiding her hair. The thick brown vine snaked down her back, reaching almost to her waist. Kurt couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like for his fingers to run through her hair...
Kurt's imagination was brought to an abrupt halt by the teacher speaking to him, in English. "Mr. Wagner, I understand that Alexia takes better notes than you do, but I doubt you will be able to absorb the content of them by staring at her."
Kurt felt his cheeks grow hot, and when Alexia turned to him, her green eyes wide with a smile, he felt as if he would burn up. The teacher, satisfied that she had corrected him enough, went back to lecturing in French. Alexia gave Kurt a cute wink, then returned to taking notes.
Kurt felt like melting into the floor. He knew Alexia liked him, and he liked her, but she seemed content waiting for him to make the first move, and he had no clue what to do. He wanted to tell Alexia that he had been dreaming about her, but he didn't want her to get the wrong idea. The dreams weren't dirty, in fact they were anything but. They were about her sitting on a rock at the seashore, watching the waves and telling him about seashells. Or them riding the trails up by the Bungalow. She was so happy in those dreams, as though she had forgotten all her problems with her family, and she was really living for something besides the past.
The bell finally rung, and Kurt stood up, glad that the school day was over. He began to pack up his books, and Alexia walked over, cracking her neck as she watched him. "That's the third time I've caught you staring at me today, Wagner," she said teasingly. "You should stop. Kitty will get jealous."
"Kitty? Vho is Kitty? I only have eyes for vun girl in the vorld," Kurt heard himself say before he knew what he was doing. His face turned red again, and he looked up at her, wondering how she reacted to the unpredicted voicing of his thoughts.
Alexia laughed. "Thank you. You gonna ride with Scott, or do you want me to take you home?"
"Sure, you can take me, as long as you don't plan on another car chase," Kurt accepted the invitation eagerly.
"Alright. Let's go, I need to tackle the rec room today, and I want to get in there before study period is over."
They made their way through the crowded halls of the school toward the parking lot where Alexia's dirt bike had been parked. Zydane, as usual, was waiting in the parking lot, sitting on his own bike. He was there because Professor had told Alexia she could only ride her dirt bike to and from school if someone escorted her.
Kurt and Alexia rolled their eyes at each other as they watched a group of freshman girls crowd around Zydane and began to talk to him, giggling more than what Kurt thought to be humanly possible. Zydane seemed to be trying to shoo them away, but all that did was draw more girls toward him. Eying Alexia and Kurt, he sent them a pleading look as one of the girls successfully stole his helmet and a game of keep-away began.
Kurt watched as Alexia grinned and walked through the crowd of girls with a look of purpose about her. As she reached Zydane, she wrapped her arms around his neck and winked at him, and then turned to the girls behind her. "Don't you think he's a little old for you all?"
The rest of the flock looked dismayed at seeing the prettiest girl in the junior class had laid claim to Zydane. They retreated and Alexia pulled away from Zydane, wiping her hands on her pants as thought Zydane carried a disease she didn't want. "You're welcome," she told him with a grin as she returned his helmet to him.
He returned her grin and pulled his helmet back on. "Thanks. I couldn't get them to leave. Can't they see that I'm like seven years older than them?"
Alexia shrugged and Kurt spoke up. "Sometimes, girls that age don't care about anything as long as it's human and male that they're flirting with...Unt then you have girls like Alexia vho only goes for the dirt bikers unt fuzzy elves."
Alexia shot Kurt a mock-glare and yanked on her helmet. "Just for that, Mr. Wagner," she said, imitating their French teacher perfectly. "You will have to find your own ride home."
"VHAT?" Kurt cried as Alexia swung herself onto her bike and started it up. Kurt snatched the extra helmet off the back of her bike and leapt on, shoving the helmet on.
Alexia and Zydane laughed and the three headed back to the Mansion. -----
After dinner that night, Kurt went to his room to try to study some more for his finals. He could hear Alexia's music coming from her room down the hall. He thought it was kind of funny the way she handled her punishment. She came home everyday after school and cleaned the Mansion until dinner, then she would do all her homework after dinner, which used to be when she would hang out and try to sneak into the kitchen for more food. She was a chronic eater.
Around eight there was a knock on his door, and Kurt looked up, ready for a break.
"Come in," Kurt called. The door opened and in stepped Alexia, the bandage gone form her head.
"Hey," she said, cheerily. "Are you done with your trig book? I left mine in my locker."
"Ja. It's on the desk," Kurt replied.
Alexia walked over and picked up the math book. "Thanks." She paused for a moment then asked. "Did you mean what you said in French class today, about only having eyes for me?"
Caught off guard for the second time that day, Kurt once again answered the truth without time to think. "Of course I meant it. Vhy vould you think I didn't?"
Alexia shrugged. "I was just wondering."
"Ah," Kurt said, blushing a little. Maybe she didn't expect him to actually like him. "Alexia, you don't mind vhat I said, do you?"
Alexia raised her eyebrow at him in a very characteristic 'Alex look' as Zydane called them. It made her look disbelieving and curious all at once. "Not at all Kurt. I thought you knew I wouldn't."
"Vell, yes, I figured but," he stuttered, staring at her. She was so gorgeous, and she was just standing there, waiting for him to finish what he was saying. "Vell, do you vant to?"
"Vant to vhat?" Alexia teased him by imitating his accent.
"Go out with me. Be my girl friend." Kurt couldn't believe what he was saying.
Alexia stood there, as though considering the idea for a moment. "Sure Kurt. We could try it at least, you know?" She had a small smile on her face. "We try it for a week, and if we're not completely satisfied, we can send it back and get a full refund on our friendship."
Kurt couldn't help but share the smile. "Ja, that sounds good to me."
"I need to go do my trig homework," Alexia told him. "Catch ya later love." She kissed him on the cheek and left.
Kurt watched her leave his bedroom, still in shock. She had just called him "love". He had never heard her call anyone that before.
Grinning, Kurt stretched out on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. *This is great,* he thought to himself. ----------------------------
Zydane had to admit, the only possible way he could explain to himself why he was doing this was because Alexia needed him. It was because of Alexia that he was doing this.
In other words, it was Alexia's fault that he was wearing an apron and a hair net.
"What do you guys do when someone hairy has to cook, like Kurt or Logan?" Zydane asked Ororo as he tossed onions into the soup pot.
"Well, first of all, we don't have to worry about Kurt. He doesn't cook. Don't ask why, just know he doesn't cook," she said when Zydane gave her a questioning look. "As for Logan, we have a special apparatus set up for him."
"Oh! Is that what that body suit made out of mosquito netting is in the pantry?"
Ororo attempted not to smile, but failed. "Yes it is. Kitty was complaining so much that there was hair in her food every time he cooked that we told her to do something about it. She did...with a little a help."
Zydane grinned. This Institute place wasn't so bad, once you got used to turning around and seeing kids using their powers everywhere you go. They all seemed pleased to have Zydane there with them, except for Alexia's roommate, Kitty. Every time she saw Alexia or Zydane, she would make a big show of disapproval. But she was the only one who seemed to mind, and Zydane saw it more as her problem than his.
When he had told Professor Xavier that he wanted to stay at the Institute, the older man had just sat for a long time looking at Zydane, as though studying him.
"You will be expected to attend training for your powers, as well as help around the house. There is a community college in town you may take classes at, if you wish. The Institute will cover your tuition," the Professor informed him finally.
"Yes sir," Zydane said, nodding.
"Also, I believe you will be a mediator between Alexia and the rest of us. From what she has told me, and what I have seen of you two together, it seems you are the only one that can understand her."
"I'll do anything to help Alexia."
Professor Xavier nodded. "Yes, I believe you will."
Early, too early, the next day, Zydane was awoken by a large thing bouncing at the foot of his bed.
"Get up you sleepy head! It's seven thirty! You need to come help Luke get out of bed. Hank says he can leave the infirmary for breakfast!"
Zydane groaned and rolled over, looking down at the foot of his bed where Alexia was standing over his feet. Kurt was off to the side a little ways.
"Get up!" Alexia repeated.
A light went on in the back of Zydane's head. "I'll get up, as long as you get down!" With that, he moved his feet, kicking Alexia's legs out from under her. Alexia fell onto the bed, and Zydane leaped at her. Alexia squealed and caught his shoulders before he could land on her full force. The two wrestled around on the bed for a few seconds, and then toppled to the floor where they continued to pretend to be beating each other up.
"Can't you finish this later? Logan will be unhappy if Zydane is late for orientation in the garage." It seemed to Zydane that Kurt was always the voice of reason.
"Okie doke," Alexia agreed, freeing herself easily from the headlock Zydane had her in.
That day, Zydane was elected to be the mechanic for the Institute. He had never done a whole lot on cars, but he was a fast learner. With Logan's tutoring over the first few weeks of his stay, Zydane learned the ins and outs of a car's transmission, as well as quick little tune up things like how to change a spark plug, and how to replace a battery with out killing himself.
Zydane was surprised how easy it was to get along with Logan. The man seemed so gruff, but he kind of grew on Zydane. He had a very independent personality, and if someone did something he didn't like, he told them. It was no wonder that Alexia liked him.
"How long you stayin'?" Logan asked him one day.
"Oh, I don't know," Zydane replied. "I guess as long as Alex is here."
Logan nodded. "Good. That girl needs someone around that can understand her...and live with her obsessions over dirt bikes and Jesus."
"Maybe they're not obsessions," Zydane told him. "To Alexia, they're both important. Dirt biking is something she's done most of her life. It's her way of expressing herself. Ever seen her when she's riding for fun? Just for the sake of riding? She's amazing. She loves it.
"As for Jesus, well, He helped her through a really hard time. After her dad died, her mom couldn't forgive Alexia. Alexia couldn't live with it, and she was on the verge of doing something awful. But then, at this youth conference we went to with the youth group, there was an altar-call for kids who thought they were in hopeless situations and didn't think there was any way to fix them. She went up, and got prayer, and put her faith in God. I did too, because I knew I could only help her if God was helping me. After that, no matter what happened, Alexia knew she couldn't fall, 'cause God was propping her up. But you should ask her about it."
Logan nodded. "Well, what about these Newsboys characters she's always listening to and singing along with?"
Zydane laughed. "Ok, that can be counted as an obsession."
DISCLAIMER: Don't own X-men, just my OC's
Thoughts are *blah*
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Kurt sat in French class, desperately trying to follow what the teacher was saying about pronouns. She was talking so fast, and she wasn't annunciating as well as she normally did. Apparently the upcoming final was just as stressful for her as it was for the students.
Finally giving up entirely on taking notes, Kurt allowed his eyes to drift across the room to where Alexia was sitting, her head still bandaged, scribbling down notes, her eyes never leaving the teacher. At least today, her head hadn't hurt too much to keep her from braiding her hair. The thick brown vine snaked down her back, reaching almost to her waist. Kurt couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like for his fingers to run through her hair...
Kurt's imagination was brought to an abrupt halt by the teacher speaking to him, in English. "Mr. Wagner, I understand that Alexia takes better notes than you do, but I doubt you will be able to absorb the content of them by staring at her."
Kurt felt his cheeks grow hot, and when Alexia turned to him, her green eyes wide with a smile, he felt as if he would burn up. The teacher, satisfied that she had corrected him enough, went back to lecturing in French. Alexia gave Kurt a cute wink, then returned to taking notes.
Kurt felt like melting into the floor. He knew Alexia liked him, and he liked her, but she seemed content waiting for him to make the first move, and he had no clue what to do. He wanted to tell Alexia that he had been dreaming about her, but he didn't want her to get the wrong idea. The dreams weren't dirty, in fact they were anything but. They were about her sitting on a rock at the seashore, watching the waves and telling him about seashells. Or them riding the trails up by the Bungalow. She was so happy in those dreams, as though she had forgotten all her problems with her family, and she was really living for something besides the past.
The bell finally rung, and Kurt stood up, glad that the school day was over. He began to pack up his books, and Alexia walked over, cracking her neck as she watched him. "That's the third time I've caught you staring at me today, Wagner," she said teasingly. "You should stop. Kitty will get jealous."
"Kitty? Vho is Kitty? I only have eyes for vun girl in the vorld," Kurt heard himself say before he knew what he was doing. His face turned red again, and he looked up at her, wondering how she reacted to the unpredicted voicing of his thoughts.
Alexia laughed. "Thank you. You gonna ride with Scott, or do you want me to take you home?"
"Sure, you can take me, as long as you don't plan on another car chase," Kurt accepted the invitation eagerly.
"Alright. Let's go, I need to tackle the rec room today, and I want to get in there before study period is over."
They made their way through the crowded halls of the school toward the parking lot where Alexia's dirt bike had been parked. Zydane, as usual, was waiting in the parking lot, sitting on his own bike. He was there because Professor had told Alexia she could only ride her dirt bike to and from school if someone escorted her.
Kurt and Alexia rolled their eyes at each other as they watched a group of freshman girls crowd around Zydane and began to talk to him, giggling more than what Kurt thought to be humanly possible. Zydane seemed to be trying to shoo them away, but all that did was draw more girls toward him. Eying Alexia and Kurt, he sent them a pleading look as one of the girls successfully stole his helmet and a game of keep-away began.
Kurt watched as Alexia grinned and walked through the crowd of girls with a look of purpose about her. As she reached Zydane, she wrapped her arms around his neck and winked at him, and then turned to the girls behind her. "Don't you think he's a little old for you all?"
The rest of the flock looked dismayed at seeing the prettiest girl in the junior class had laid claim to Zydane. They retreated and Alexia pulled away from Zydane, wiping her hands on her pants as thought Zydane carried a disease she didn't want. "You're welcome," she told him with a grin as she returned his helmet to him.
He returned her grin and pulled his helmet back on. "Thanks. I couldn't get them to leave. Can't they see that I'm like seven years older than them?"
Alexia shrugged and Kurt spoke up. "Sometimes, girls that age don't care about anything as long as it's human and male that they're flirting with...Unt then you have girls like Alexia vho only goes for the dirt bikers unt fuzzy elves."
Alexia shot Kurt a mock-glare and yanked on her helmet. "Just for that, Mr. Wagner," she said, imitating their French teacher perfectly. "You will have to find your own ride home."
"VHAT?" Kurt cried as Alexia swung herself onto her bike and started it up. Kurt snatched the extra helmet off the back of her bike and leapt on, shoving the helmet on.
Alexia and Zydane laughed and the three headed back to the Mansion. -----
After dinner that night, Kurt went to his room to try to study some more for his finals. He could hear Alexia's music coming from her room down the hall. He thought it was kind of funny the way she handled her punishment. She came home everyday after school and cleaned the Mansion until dinner, then she would do all her homework after dinner, which used to be when she would hang out and try to sneak into the kitchen for more food. She was a chronic eater.
Around eight there was a knock on his door, and Kurt looked up, ready for a break.
"Come in," Kurt called. The door opened and in stepped Alexia, the bandage gone form her head.
"Hey," she said, cheerily. "Are you done with your trig book? I left mine in my locker."
"Ja. It's on the desk," Kurt replied.
Alexia walked over and picked up the math book. "Thanks." She paused for a moment then asked. "Did you mean what you said in French class today, about only having eyes for me?"
Caught off guard for the second time that day, Kurt once again answered the truth without time to think. "Of course I meant it. Vhy vould you think I didn't?"
Alexia shrugged. "I was just wondering."
"Ah," Kurt said, blushing a little. Maybe she didn't expect him to actually like him. "Alexia, you don't mind vhat I said, do you?"
Alexia raised her eyebrow at him in a very characteristic 'Alex look' as Zydane called them. It made her look disbelieving and curious all at once. "Not at all Kurt. I thought you knew I wouldn't."
"Vell, yes, I figured but," he stuttered, staring at her. She was so gorgeous, and she was just standing there, waiting for him to finish what he was saying. "Vell, do you vant to?"
"Vant to vhat?" Alexia teased him by imitating his accent.
"Go out with me. Be my girl friend." Kurt couldn't believe what he was saying.
Alexia stood there, as though considering the idea for a moment. "Sure Kurt. We could try it at least, you know?" She had a small smile on her face. "We try it for a week, and if we're not completely satisfied, we can send it back and get a full refund on our friendship."
Kurt couldn't help but share the smile. "Ja, that sounds good to me."
"I need to go do my trig homework," Alexia told him. "Catch ya later love." She kissed him on the cheek and left.
Kurt watched her leave his bedroom, still in shock. She had just called him "love". He had never heard her call anyone that before.
Grinning, Kurt stretched out on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. *This is great,* he thought to himself. ----------------------------
Zydane had to admit, the only possible way he could explain to himself why he was doing this was because Alexia needed him. It was because of Alexia that he was doing this.
In other words, it was Alexia's fault that he was wearing an apron and a hair net.
"What do you guys do when someone hairy has to cook, like Kurt or Logan?" Zydane asked Ororo as he tossed onions into the soup pot.
"Well, first of all, we don't have to worry about Kurt. He doesn't cook. Don't ask why, just know he doesn't cook," she said when Zydane gave her a questioning look. "As for Logan, we have a special apparatus set up for him."
"Oh! Is that what that body suit made out of mosquito netting is in the pantry?"
Ororo attempted not to smile, but failed. "Yes it is. Kitty was complaining so much that there was hair in her food every time he cooked that we told her to do something about it. She did...with a little a help."
Zydane grinned. This Institute place wasn't so bad, once you got used to turning around and seeing kids using their powers everywhere you go. They all seemed pleased to have Zydane there with them, except for Alexia's roommate, Kitty. Every time she saw Alexia or Zydane, she would make a big show of disapproval. But she was the only one who seemed to mind, and Zydane saw it more as her problem than his.
When he had told Professor Xavier that he wanted to stay at the Institute, the older man had just sat for a long time looking at Zydane, as though studying him.
"You will be expected to attend training for your powers, as well as help around the house. There is a community college in town you may take classes at, if you wish. The Institute will cover your tuition," the Professor informed him finally.
"Yes sir," Zydane said, nodding.
"Also, I believe you will be a mediator between Alexia and the rest of us. From what she has told me, and what I have seen of you two together, it seems you are the only one that can understand her."
"I'll do anything to help Alexia."
Professor Xavier nodded. "Yes, I believe you will."
Early, too early, the next day, Zydane was awoken by a large thing bouncing at the foot of his bed.
"Get up you sleepy head! It's seven thirty! You need to come help Luke get out of bed. Hank says he can leave the infirmary for breakfast!"
Zydane groaned and rolled over, looking down at the foot of his bed where Alexia was standing over his feet. Kurt was off to the side a little ways.
"Get up!" Alexia repeated.
A light went on in the back of Zydane's head. "I'll get up, as long as you get down!" With that, he moved his feet, kicking Alexia's legs out from under her. Alexia fell onto the bed, and Zydane leaped at her. Alexia squealed and caught his shoulders before he could land on her full force. The two wrestled around on the bed for a few seconds, and then toppled to the floor where they continued to pretend to be beating each other up.
"Can't you finish this later? Logan will be unhappy if Zydane is late for orientation in the garage." It seemed to Zydane that Kurt was always the voice of reason.
"Okie doke," Alexia agreed, freeing herself easily from the headlock Zydane had her in.
That day, Zydane was elected to be the mechanic for the Institute. He had never done a whole lot on cars, but he was a fast learner. With Logan's tutoring over the first few weeks of his stay, Zydane learned the ins and outs of a car's transmission, as well as quick little tune up things like how to change a spark plug, and how to replace a battery with out killing himself.
Zydane was surprised how easy it was to get along with Logan. The man seemed so gruff, but he kind of grew on Zydane. He had a very independent personality, and if someone did something he didn't like, he told them. It was no wonder that Alexia liked him.
"How long you stayin'?" Logan asked him one day.
"Oh, I don't know," Zydane replied. "I guess as long as Alex is here."
Logan nodded. "Good. That girl needs someone around that can understand her...and live with her obsessions over dirt bikes and Jesus."
"Maybe they're not obsessions," Zydane told him. "To Alexia, they're both important. Dirt biking is something she's done most of her life. It's her way of expressing herself. Ever seen her when she's riding for fun? Just for the sake of riding? She's amazing. She loves it.
"As for Jesus, well, He helped her through a really hard time. After her dad died, her mom couldn't forgive Alexia. Alexia couldn't live with it, and she was on the verge of doing something awful. But then, at this youth conference we went to with the youth group, there was an altar-call for kids who thought they were in hopeless situations and didn't think there was any way to fix them. She went up, and got prayer, and put her faith in God. I did too, because I knew I could only help her if God was helping me. After that, no matter what happened, Alexia knew she couldn't fall, 'cause God was propping her up. But you should ask her about it."
Logan nodded. "Well, what about these Newsboys characters she's always listening to and singing along with?"
Zydane laughed. "Ok, that can be counted as an obsession."