Disclaimer: If I owned X-Men Evolution, would I be writing fan fiction?
Before I continue writing, I would like to address my reviewers.
First, to StormHeart, thanks, your encouragement is appreciated.
Secondly, to Angery0, thanks for giving me my first flame. However, if you decide to flame me again, please use more than 2 words, and check your spelling. Also, try doing a signed review, because if you haven't written anything, you have no right to criticize me.
Thirdly, to TyrantDragon0, I am a big supporter of the Kurrty pairing, but the voices demanded I write this.
Kurt's POV ........
"I love you Kurt." she whispered "And I love you, Jean."
They leaned into each other and shared their first kiss.
"Kurt, I've loved you for so BUZZZZZZZZZ"
Kurt awoke with a start, silently cursing his alarm clock. He knew it was a dream, and he knew it would never happen, but he wanted to enjoy it all the same. He sighed and got out of bed, 'time for another wonderful day of school' he thought to himself, 'time to get harassed for being a mutant, time to worry about touching people for fear that they would feel mein fur, time for everything a teenager doesn't need to deal with.' He tried to keep up the goofball persona, but at times he would break down from all the stress. He knew that he was going to need to talk to someone soon, but he just didn't feel like burdening the others with his problems. 'They have enough to put up with without me whining about my life.' He then remembered there were people in the house who could pick up on these thoughts, and he quickly stopped thinking about his problems. His stomach growled, and he realized he was late for breakfast! He quickly teleported into the kitchen, only to find it empty, that's odd, why isn't anyone here, it is a Saturday after all; it was then that he realized his mistake. Oh great, I'm up way to early for a Saturday. His stomach growled again, so he decided to have a quick snack before he went back to sleep. He was almost through his third sandwich when Evan walked into the room; eyes still closed, opened up the refrigerator, and pulled out a carton of milk, which he quickly finished off. 'So that's why we never have milk around here.' He decided it would be best to wake his friend before he hurt himself while sleepwalking, and gently shook him.
"AHHH! A Demon!" Evan screamed, shooting spikes in all directions.
Then again, perhaps he should have let Evan continue to sleepwalk.
"Evan, calm down, it's just me." He said calmly.
"Oh," said Evan "Don't do that again, you nearly scared me to death."
Kurt looked around at the newly caused damage; a defenseless toaster was to be added to the ever-growing list of things that had been spiked since Evan arrived. Kurt sighed, realizing that Evan had called him a demon when he first woke up. He quickly bamfed to his room before his friend could see the tears. 'I shouldn't be affected by that name anymore, people have called me that since I was born and I should have gotten over it by now.' He sighed; perhaps he would never get over it. He spent the rest of the day trying to avoid the other people from the institute by wandering the mansion grounds.
"Kurt, are you alright? You've been avoiding us all day."
His breath caught in his throat at the sound of that angelic voice.
"Ja Jean, I'm fine, I've just needed some time to think." He silently prayed that that would be enough to get her to leave him alone.
"I'll believe you for now, but if you want to talk about anything, just let me know."
He silently cursed himself as she walked away; he wanted to tell her how he felt, he really did; but the thought of her saying no scared him before he could get the courage to tell her. He knew he'd have to tell her soon, that he knew all too well, but today was not the day.
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Well, how was that? Good? Bad? Mediocre? Please let me know. I don't mind if you don't like my work, but if you feel the need to flame me, please do the following:
Spell your name right.
Use more than 2 words. I need to know what I'm doing wrong if I am going to improve.
Be kind. I will be more likely to accept your review if you don't insult me in the first sentence.
I know I'm not moving the story along very quickly, but I have my reasons for writing the things I write.
Before I continue writing, I would like to address my reviewers.
First, to StormHeart, thanks, your encouragement is appreciated.
Secondly, to Angery0, thanks for giving me my first flame. However, if you decide to flame me again, please use more than 2 words, and check your spelling. Also, try doing a signed review, because if you haven't written anything, you have no right to criticize me.
Thirdly, to TyrantDragon0, I am a big supporter of the Kurrty pairing, but the voices demanded I write this.
Kurt's POV ........
"I love you Kurt." she whispered "And I love you, Jean."
They leaned into each other and shared their first kiss.
"Kurt, I've loved you for so BUZZZZZZZZZ"
Kurt awoke with a start, silently cursing his alarm clock. He knew it was a dream, and he knew it would never happen, but he wanted to enjoy it all the same. He sighed and got out of bed, 'time for another wonderful day of school' he thought to himself, 'time to get harassed for being a mutant, time to worry about touching people for fear that they would feel mein fur, time for everything a teenager doesn't need to deal with.' He tried to keep up the goofball persona, but at times he would break down from all the stress. He knew that he was going to need to talk to someone soon, but he just didn't feel like burdening the others with his problems. 'They have enough to put up with without me whining about my life.' He then remembered there were people in the house who could pick up on these thoughts, and he quickly stopped thinking about his problems. His stomach growled, and he realized he was late for breakfast! He quickly teleported into the kitchen, only to find it empty, that's odd, why isn't anyone here, it is a Saturday after all; it was then that he realized his mistake. Oh great, I'm up way to early for a Saturday. His stomach growled again, so he decided to have a quick snack before he went back to sleep. He was almost through his third sandwich when Evan walked into the room; eyes still closed, opened up the refrigerator, and pulled out a carton of milk, which he quickly finished off. 'So that's why we never have milk around here.' He decided it would be best to wake his friend before he hurt himself while sleepwalking, and gently shook him.
"AHHH! A Demon!" Evan screamed, shooting spikes in all directions.
Then again, perhaps he should have let Evan continue to sleepwalk.
"Evan, calm down, it's just me." He said calmly.
"Oh," said Evan "Don't do that again, you nearly scared me to death."
Kurt looked around at the newly caused damage; a defenseless toaster was to be added to the ever-growing list of things that had been spiked since Evan arrived. Kurt sighed, realizing that Evan had called him a demon when he first woke up. He quickly bamfed to his room before his friend could see the tears. 'I shouldn't be affected by that name anymore, people have called me that since I was born and I should have gotten over it by now.' He sighed; perhaps he would never get over it. He spent the rest of the day trying to avoid the other people from the institute by wandering the mansion grounds.
"Kurt, are you alright? You've been avoiding us all day."
His breath caught in his throat at the sound of that angelic voice.
"Ja Jean, I'm fine, I've just needed some time to think." He silently prayed that that would be enough to get her to leave him alone.
"I'll believe you for now, but if you want to talk about anything, just let me know."
He silently cursed himself as she walked away; he wanted to tell her how he felt, he really did; but the thought of her saying no scared him before he could get the courage to tell her. He knew he'd have to tell her soon, that he knew all too well, but today was not the day.
................
Well, how was that? Good? Bad? Mediocre? Please let me know. I don't mind if you don't like my work, but if you feel the need to flame me, please do the following:
Spell your name right.
Use more than 2 words. I need to know what I'm doing wrong if I am going to improve.
Be kind. I will be more likely to accept your review if you don't insult me in the first sentence.
I know I'm not moving the story along very quickly, but I have my reasons for writing the things I write.