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¤"When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see. Tell me who's that funky dude? Staring back at me." Weezer¤ A/N: Thank you to anyone that has reviewed! It makes a huge difference and a great impact on the story! I have some pretty good ideas for this story so please stick with me! It'll pick up soon!
There was an unspoken tension in the main room of the Institute as everyone had gathered and was eagerly awaiting the arrival. Emotions were varied from person to person, but on the whole all felt apprehension. Jean rose from her seat on the couch and slowly made her way to the door. Several brisk raps on the door echoed through the silent room. Opening the door, Jean was greeted by two police officers and Lance.
"Please come in." She smiled warmly at the officers, their expressions awestruck at her invitation.
"No 'mam that's quite alright, we should be going anyways." they shoved Lance through the open doors and hurriedly bustled to their patrol car.
"You'd think they wanted to get rid of you or something." Jean shut the doors and resumed her position on the couch.
Lance stood rubbing the back of his neck, feeling very awkward indeed holding his tattered duffel bag while being ogled by so many eyes at once. Kitty made her way over to where he was standing, taking his duffel bag. She began walking up the staircase and paused.
"Come on, I'm going to show you to your room," she dryly stated. "You like, want to get settled in don't you?"
He nodded and followed her up the stairs, his every step closely monitored. She phased her entire body through the large oak door. Lance stood for several moments debating whether or not to turn the knob, only to have his wrist taken by Kitty and pulled into the room. She chucked the bag onto the bed, and gazed at Lance for several moments. Lance rolled his eyes, and flopped down onto the bed. He hooked his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling.
"So let me guess, you too are going to be up my ass about 'reforming' and being a better person right?" he halfheartedly chuckled. "But you don't believe for a second I have it the hell in me, right? You're all the same, carbon copies of each other."
Kitty genuinely looked hurt as Lance finished. Slowly, she cautioned her way to the bed, sitting beside him. Laying down and turning on her side, she looked at him face to face.
"I'm not going to be up your ass at all. Also, I don't know whether or not you can quote unquote 'change'. All I know is you're Lance, not Scott. Where would the fun be then?"
He leaned over brushing a hair out of her face, grinning. She playfully smiled at him while she pushed herself up off the bed and edged her way to the door.
"Kitty the Queen of mixed signals."
She stopped in the doorway and glanced back at him. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took. He wasn't Scott, that was for certain.
"See you at dinner."
Scott had left the bedlam down in the main room almost immediately after Kitty and Lance left. He sighed heavily as his body collapsed into the pliable material that made up his mattress. It seemed as if he suddenly stopped but his head was still in motion, if there was one thing he hadn't been able to shake, it was this headache and the sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach. Dinner was in ten minutes and food was nearly the last thing that he wanted. Shutting his eyes, his subconscious was flooded with memories from every important event in his life. They swirled in a turbulent mess of distorted images completely soundless.
"Scott? May I come in?" Jean's ear was pressed firmly against the door, listening for the slightest mutter.
Scott jerked up, turning his sights on the closed door. Rubbing his temples he rose to his feet and trudged over. Sensing that he was drawing near, Jean removed her ear from the door and took several steps backwards. He opened the door and smiled weakly at her.
"C'mon in Jean."
Lance stood looking at his reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands for the fifth time. Drying off his hands he smiled, something he had done more of today than he had in the past month alone. He ran his fingers through his messy hair in attempt to make it look somewhat presentable for his first dinner at the Xavier Institute, but decided it was a lost cause. He flicked the light switch off and practically galloped down the staircase. Reaching the bottom, his heart practically fell through the floor. There stood Kitty wearing a simple white sundress, talking animatedly to Jubilee. Had any of the Brotherhood members caught wind of the affect Kitty actually had on him, there would have been no end to the torment.
"Lance!"
Kitty grinned and waved him over, Jubilee looking slightly perturbed at Kitty cutting the conversation short. Jubilee pushed the dining room doors open and smiled widely, though it was obviously forced.
"May the Gentleman and his lady enter the dining hall." She ushered them in and placed them next to each other at the still unoccupied table. "Your dinner will be served in several minutes, enjoy!"
Kitty rolled her eyes, and Jubilee took the seat across the table from her.
"You're like, such a humorist Jubes. Just wait, they'll be booking you shows in no time flat."
The dining room began to fill up quickly, and any hopes of a romantic dinner Lance had had, completely diminished. Conversations were not only loud, but also directed from all directions of the room. Dinner passed with little incident, aside from Lance's feeble table manners. The only things missing were Jean and Scott.
A/N: Please review! Hope you all enjoyed, more to come soon!
¤"When I look in the mirror, I can't believe what I see. Tell me who's that funky dude? Staring back at me." Weezer¤ A/N: Thank you to anyone that has reviewed! It makes a huge difference and a great impact on the story! I have some pretty good ideas for this story so please stick with me! It'll pick up soon!
There was an unspoken tension in the main room of the Institute as everyone had gathered and was eagerly awaiting the arrival. Emotions were varied from person to person, but on the whole all felt apprehension. Jean rose from her seat on the couch and slowly made her way to the door. Several brisk raps on the door echoed through the silent room. Opening the door, Jean was greeted by two police officers and Lance.
"Please come in." She smiled warmly at the officers, their expressions awestruck at her invitation.
"No 'mam that's quite alright, we should be going anyways." they shoved Lance through the open doors and hurriedly bustled to their patrol car.
"You'd think they wanted to get rid of you or something." Jean shut the doors and resumed her position on the couch.
Lance stood rubbing the back of his neck, feeling very awkward indeed holding his tattered duffel bag while being ogled by so many eyes at once. Kitty made her way over to where he was standing, taking his duffel bag. She began walking up the staircase and paused.
"Come on, I'm going to show you to your room," she dryly stated. "You like, want to get settled in don't you?"
He nodded and followed her up the stairs, his every step closely monitored. She phased her entire body through the large oak door. Lance stood for several moments debating whether or not to turn the knob, only to have his wrist taken by Kitty and pulled into the room. She chucked the bag onto the bed, and gazed at Lance for several moments. Lance rolled his eyes, and flopped down onto the bed. He hooked his arms behind his head and stared at the ceiling.
"So let me guess, you too are going to be up my ass about 'reforming' and being a better person right?" he halfheartedly chuckled. "But you don't believe for a second I have it the hell in me, right? You're all the same, carbon copies of each other."
Kitty genuinely looked hurt as Lance finished. Slowly, she cautioned her way to the bed, sitting beside him. Laying down and turning on her side, she looked at him face to face.
"I'm not going to be up your ass at all. Also, I don't know whether or not you can quote unquote 'change'. All I know is you're Lance, not Scott. Where would the fun be then?"
He leaned over brushing a hair out of her face, grinning. She playfully smiled at him while she pushed herself up off the bed and edged her way to the door.
"Kitty the Queen of mixed signals."
She stopped in the doorway and glanced back at him. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took. He wasn't Scott, that was for certain.
"See you at dinner."
Scott had left the bedlam down in the main room almost immediately after Kitty and Lance left. He sighed heavily as his body collapsed into the pliable material that made up his mattress. It seemed as if he suddenly stopped but his head was still in motion, if there was one thing he hadn't been able to shake, it was this headache and the sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach. Dinner was in ten minutes and food was nearly the last thing that he wanted. Shutting his eyes, his subconscious was flooded with memories from every important event in his life. They swirled in a turbulent mess of distorted images completely soundless.
"Scott? May I come in?" Jean's ear was pressed firmly against the door, listening for the slightest mutter.
Scott jerked up, turning his sights on the closed door. Rubbing his temples he rose to his feet and trudged over. Sensing that he was drawing near, Jean removed her ear from the door and took several steps backwards. He opened the door and smiled weakly at her.
"C'mon in Jean."
Lance stood looking at his reflection in the mirror as he washed his hands for the fifth time. Drying off his hands he smiled, something he had done more of today than he had in the past month alone. He ran his fingers through his messy hair in attempt to make it look somewhat presentable for his first dinner at the Xavier Institute, but decided it was a lost cause. He flicked the light switch off and practically galloped down the staircase. Reaching the bottom, his heart practically fell through the floor. There stood Kitty wearing a simple white sundress, talking animatedly to Jubilee. Had any of the Brotherhood members caught wind of the affect Kitty actually had on him, there would have been no end to the torment.
"Lance!"
Kitty grinned and waved him over, Jubilee looking slightly perturbed at Kitty cutting the conversation short. Jubilee pushed the dining room doors open and smiled widely, though it was obviously forced.
"May the Gentleman and his lady enter the dining hall." She ushered them in and placed them next to each other at the still unoccupied table. "Your dinner will be served in several minutes, enjoy!"
Kitty rolled her eyes, and Jubilee took the seat across the table from her.
"You're like, such a humorist Jubes. Just wait, they'll be booking you shows in no time flat."
The dining room began to fill up quickly, and any hopes of a romantic dinner Lance had had, completely diminished. Conversations were not only loud, but also directed from all directions of the room. Dinner passed with little incident, aside from Lance's feeble table manners. The only things missing were Jean and Scott.
A/N: Please review! Hope you all enjoyed, more to come soon!