MEANWHILE!!!
"Here we are!" said Jean as she jumped out of the car. "Good thing I knew a shortcut to the ice cream place!"
Then they all went to get in line.
"What flavor do you two want?" Jean asked. "Mind you, you're both getting kiddie cones."
"But I want a bigger size!" whined Pietro. "Cause I'm big too!"
"Yes but you're only…four…or five…or six…or however old you are…" Jean explained. "Besides, you don't need any more sugar. In fact, you don't need any sugar at all. You always seem to be on a constant sugar high."
"Can I have chocolate?" Scott said cooperatively.
At that point, Rogue, Remy and Lance came up to the line. A few people had gotten behind the Jean group so Rogue figured that she could just get in line with Jean.
"No!" said Jean. "You can't cut! You're setting a bad example for them! Now go to the end of the line!"
"What?" Rogue said, astounded.
"Yeah, this is the big kid group!" said Pietro to Remy and Lance.
"But REMY da big kid." Remy said.
"Not anymore." Said Pietro. "I'M the biggest!"
"Remy's da oldest…" Remy said.
"That doesn't mean anything if I'm THIS big," Pietro said, stretching his arms out as far as he could. "And you're only THIS big…" and then he brought his arms in really close together so they were practically touching.
"You may be THIS big," Remy said, stretching his arms out like Pietro had done before. "But Remy not 'dis big. Remy more like…DIS big." And then he put his arms somewhere in the midpoint between itty bitty and big Pietro size.
"Even if you were THIS big which you're not, you're more this big, then you still wouldn't be allowed to be in our club." Pietro declared.
"'Our' club?" Remy said, doing the little quotes.
"Yeah!" said Pietro. "Me and Scott! Right Scott?"
"YEAH!" said Scott who would definitely jump at any chance to be in the Big Kid Club.
Remy glared at Scott. "Remy older dan Scott." He said.
"But Scott's bigger!" said Pietro.
"Come on, we have to go to the end of the line before someone takes it." Said Rogue.
"Can I be in your club?" asked Lance.
"No!" said Pietro. Rogue then escorted Lance and Remy to the back of the line.
MEANWHILE!!!
"It stinks back here!!" complained St. John from his seat behind Evan. "I've got your butt in my face!"
"Oh be quiet!" groaned Evan. They were all wearing all the required protective gear. "If I hear one more comment about me smelling bad then I'll…"
"Stop talking, your breath stinks!" Kurt said, plugging his nose. Yes, he WAS sitting on the handlebars even though it offended him so.
Evan was tempted to jump off the bike and send it careening off a well-placed cliff with the two smidgets still on it. But he didn't because he, luckily, is more mentally stable than oh say, if St. John were the one pedaling! He would look at more as a, 'Hey…that'll be fun!' and he'd go down too.
"I'm pedaling to take you guys out to ice cream and this is how you thank me?" Evan said.
"Who said that?" St. John said, looking around.
"Said what?" asked Kurt.
Thankfully, they reached the ice cream place at that time. Evan locked his bike up on the bike rack and stomped over to Jean and Rogue who were sitting at a little table enjoying their ice cream with their four small children. Actually, three small children and Pietro.
"Oh right…" said Rogue, looking at Evan.
"Oops!" said Jean.
"Thanks a lot guys." Said Evan.
"We want ice cream!" said St. John. "Give us ice cream right now!! Hurry up, slave!"
"First you ignore me and now you demand something from me?!" Evan said angrily.
Then Lance shook the world for no reason. Just because he felt like it. So I guess he DID have a reason, just not a very good one.
Everyone glared at Lance and he only shrugged innocently as if trying to convince them that it wasn't HIM. But everyone knew it was. Everyone knew that only Lance could shake the world and no matter how much they all wanted to, they couldn't. Except for Rogue but only at certain times.
"Come on, Evan!!" yelled Kurt. "Get ice cream for us!!"
"You guys," Evan complained to Jean and Rogue.
"Just get ice cream for them." Said Jean.
"And stop letting them push you around." Rogue added. "Especially Kurt. No one should be pushed around by Kurt. Especially when he's this size."
Evan mumbled something under his breath that doesn't belong in a PG rated story as the three of them started walking towards the lines.
"I'm going to repeat those words." Said St. John. "AND say where I heard them too."
"Me too!" agreed Kurt. "I'm going to tell the Professor! And my mom!"
"No you're not!" Evan said threateningly.
"Then you have to get us each a large ice cream." St. John bargained.
"A large?!" Evan demanded. "But I can't even finish a large!"
"I can." Said St. John.
"It's FOUR massive scoops!" Evan continued.
"I can feel those words of the devil on the tip of my tongue!" Kurt said. "Maybe I should teleport back to the institute and ask the Professor what they mean! What do you think?"
"Oh yes!" said St. John. "And I'll go burn something!!"
"Okay, fine!" said Evan with a groan. "You can each get a large."
Meanwhile, at the table…
"Geez, Pietro, how can you possibly get more ice cream on your face than in your mouth?!" Jean said in an exasperated tone as she handed him a napkin. "Wipe your face off!"
"No!" said Pietro. But, almost as if he was contradicting himself, he took the napkin from Jean and wiped his face off nice and clean. Then he got him, threw his napkin away and then returned to his seat. This was all done at reasonably normal speed, too.
"Oh." Said Jean. "Thank you."
"Don't get used to it." Pietro sneered. "Slow-mo."
Then Evan, Kurt and St. John returned to the table.
"Evan!!" said Rogue. "Why did you get them a large?! Those ice cream are bigger than their heads! I can't even finish a large!!"
"That's what I told them!" Evan sighed.
"He insisted and insisted and wouldn't take no for an answer!" said St. John as he sat down next to Kurt.
"But we're not complaining!" Kurt added.
"That's not fair!!" yelled the other four people who were forced to get Kiddie Cones.
"Give some to me!" Pietro commanded.
"No!" chimed St. John and Kurt.
"I'll let you be in my club!" Pietro said.
"We already HAVE a club." Said St. John.
"Oh really?" said Pietro. "And what would that be? It can't possibly be as cool as The Big Kid Club!"
"YEAH!!" said Scott.
"It is." Said St. John. "It's the Evan Smells Club!"
Kurt burst into hysterical laughter since St. John had clearly just made all of this entirely up on the spot.
"I deserve to be in that club!" said Pietro. "Because I hate Evan the most and I'm the biggest!"
"Oh man…" said Evan as he put his head in his hands. Jean and Rogue couldn't help but chuckle warmly at his expense because it's not like it was happening to THEM!
"Nope!" said Kurt. "This club is strictly for foreign people!"
"Nice one." Said St. John.
"You just made that right now!" said Pietro angrily.
"If you don't have some sort of ridiculous accent then you can't join!" St. John continued. Then he looked at Remy who appeared as though he was going to put in his two cents. "Uh, not you Remy. You're just a lazy speaker. You don't have a REAL accent."
"Dat's not true." Said Remy.
"I say it's true!" St. John said.
"In dat case…" Remy said, looking around for available people. "Remy and Lance gonna make a club."
"What?" Lance said because he had been zoning out thinking about how lucky he is to be able to shake the world.
"Yup!" said Remy. "We made a club. It called da 'Old Kids Club' cause Remy da oldest. Though, unlike da Big Kid Club, Remy let everyone join, even if dey young…like Lance."
"That is SO a spin-off of our club!" said Pietro.
"YEAH!!" added Scott.
"ALL RIGHT!!" said Jean suddenly. "Let's head back to the mansion!!"
"Don't you dare leave without us!" said Evan, grabbing Jean's arm.
"Evan, you've got your bike." Jean pointed out. "You can't just leave it here."
"We can put it in your trunk." Evan said.
So they put Evan's bike in Jean's car. And then Evan ran off to use the bathroom and everyone forgot about him and left.