"Picture yourself on a boat in the river with tangerine trees and
marmalade skies" ~'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds'
The Beatles
Disclaimer: Just toying around with characters that don't belong to me!
A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates! I'm busy with school and I don't want
to rush this fic. Hold tight, I am planning on finishing this story
regardless!
For the second time that day, the main room was filled to the brim with students. The large room came alive, buzzing with murmurs and hushed whispers. Scott and Jean were nearly always present for dinner, and never had they both been missing. Some students fancied themselves above gossip, but were obviously interested, as they seem to be enraptured in other's conversations. Kitty, Lance and Logan sat in the far corner of the room, trying at best to segregate themselves from the mindless drivel.
"Listen Half Pint. You can throw yourself to the wolves if it suits your little fancy. What confounds the hell out of me is why Rocky here would want any part of the chaos."
Lance gave his boyish grin as he leaned back in the chair, throwing his arms behind his head. Casual, calm, cool, collected. Yes oh yes, that was him.
"Anything to help Pretty Kitty out Logan, I'm sure she'll enjoy my help."
Logan all but jumped Lance for his brash implication. That boy could get under his skin and squirm around until the point of derangement. Logan was shaken from his homicidal thoughts by the sight of Lance swatting the air around his head.
"What? What? Get out of my head! G'edout!" Lance pressed the heels of his hands firmly into his temples, furiously shaking his head.
"Lance?! Wha-what is it?" Kitty rested her hand steadily on Lance's shoulder, concern stricken face only inches from his own.
With one long exhale of breath; his body freed itself from the tense state of fright. He nervously chuckled, trying to pass his fear off as a joke.
"Heh. Nothing, Red just wants to see me in Shades' room. Something about needing my expertise. Guess I'll catch you later tonight Kitty cat."
Lance rose from his seat, patting Kitty on the back as he began to walk towards the stairs. Logan sneered as he retreated to the upstairs.
"I'm sure we could all damn well benefit from that boy's 'expertise'."
Though he would rather admit to having a fear of guinea pigs, Lance was nervous for one reason or another as he approached Scott's room. Pausing in front of the door, he took a deep breath and stuck out his chest. Knocking on the door, he was less than pleased with the tepidness of the rap. The door swung open seemingly on its own accord, and Lance was greeted by the site of a rather insipid looking Scott lying with his head in Jean's lap. Jean raised a finger to her lips, and motioned Lance inside the room.
Lance walked into the room with great prudence, gently closing the door behind him. He couldn't explain the feeling that washed over him once inside, but it reminded him of that when you walk into a nursing home. Reeking of weakness and pain. He stood uneasily beside the bed, looking to Jean for another command.
"He's being berated with atrocious headaches, and he said that if anyone could help. Well." Her voice was barely audible the entire time so Lance had to strain in closer to catch every word. "He said you would be able to help him."
Scott groaned, blindly pushing Jean's hands from where they were resting on his shoulders. With great strife, he propped himself up and faced Lance. Though evidently unhappy with his situation, Scott knew Lance, if willing, would be able to help him control his head pains better than anyone else.
"Fine Summers, but I'm only doing this out of pity for you. I know how hard it is for an able guy like me to handle this shit, let alone a pansy like you."
Scott had expected a retort like this; no matter what the situation he and Lance were always at odds. In a way Lance was Scott's alter ego; extroverted, rebellious, laid back. Though he couldn't help but notice how jarringly comparable they were in some ways as well.
Lance clapped his hands together, breaking the awkward silence that seemed to be suspended over their heads.
"Let's get this over with, I have places to be."
A/N: Review please! Also to answer one review I received. Yes I do realize updating will score me far more reviews. I appreciate that you read my story and reviewed! Hopefully my first note cleared that whole thing up ^_^ More to come!
For the second time that day, the main room was filled to the brim with students. The large room came alive, buzzing with murmurs and hushed whispers. Scott and Jean were nearly always present for dinner, and never had they both been missing. Some students fancied themselves above gossip, but were obviously interested, as they seem to be enraptured in other's conversations. Kitty, Lance and Logan sat in the far corner of the room, trying at best to segregate themselves from the mindless drivel.
"Listen Half Pint. You can throw yourself to the wolves if it suits your little fancy. What confounds the hell out of me is why Rocky here would want any part of the chaos."
Lance gave his boyish grin as he leaned back in the chair, throwing his arms behind his head. Casual, calm, cool, collected. Yes oh yes, that was him.
"Anything to help Pretty Kitty out Logan, I'm sure she'll enjoy my help."
Logan all but jumped Lance for his brash implication. That boy could get under his skin and squirm around until the point of derangement. Logan was shaken from his homicidal thoughts by the sight of Lance swatting the air around his head.
"What? What? Get out of my head! G'edout!" Lance pressed the heels of his hands firmly into his temples, furiously shaking his head.
"Lance?! Wha-what is it?" Kitty rested her hand steadily on Lance's shoulder, concern stricken face only inches from his own.
With one long exhale of breath; his body freed itself from the tense state of fright. He nervously chuckled, trying to pass his fear off as a joke.
"Heh. Nothing, Red just wants to see me in Shades' room. Something about needing my expertise. Guess I'll catch you later tonight Kitty cat."
Lance rose from his seat, patting Kitty on the back as he began to walk towards the stairs. Logan sneered as he retreated to the upstairs.
"I'm sure we could all damn well benefit from that boy's 'expertise'."
Though he would rather admit to having a fear of guinea pigs, Lance was nervous for one reason or another as he approached Scott's room. Pausing in front of the door, he took a deep breath and stuck out his chest. Knocking on the door, he was less than pleased with the tepidness of the rap. The door swung open seemingly on its own accord, and Lance was greeted by the site of a rather insipid looking Scott lying with his head in Jean's lap. Jean raised a finger to her lips, and motioned Lance inside the room.
Lance walked into the room with great prudence, gently closing the door behind him. He couldn't explain the feeling that washed over him once inside, but it reminded him of that when you walk into a nursing home. Reeking of weakness and pain. He stood uneasily beside the bed, looking to Jean for another command.
"He's being berated with atrocious headaches, and he said that if anyone could help. Well." Her voice was barely audible the entire time so Lance had to strain in closer to catch every word. "He said you would be able to help him."
Scott groaned, blindly pushing Jean's hands from where they were resting on his shoulders. With great strife, he propped himself up and faced Lance. Though evidently unhappy with his situation, Scott knew Lance, if willing, would be able to help him control his head pains better than anyone else.
"Fine Summers, but I'm only doing this out of pity for you. I know how hard it is for an able guy like me to handle this shit, let alone a pansy like you."
Scott had expected a retort like this; no matter what the situation he and Lance were always at odds. In a way Lance was Scott's alter ego; extroverted, rebellious, laid back. Though he couldn't help but notice how jarringly comparable they were in some ways as well.
Lance clapped his hands together, breaking the awkward silence that seemed to be suspended over their heads.
"Let's get this over with, I have places to be."
A/N: Review please! Also to answer one review I received. Yes I do realize updating will score me far more reviews. I appreciate that you read my story and reviewed! Hopefully my first note cleared that whole thing up ^_^ More to come!