A/N: ARGH! I swear I can feel the beginnings of writers' block!!
Jean checked herself in the mirror one last time, then headed outside to meet Scott for their date. Right before she stepped out the front doors, she heard Logan's voice.
"Where ya going, Jeannie?" he asked gruffly.
"Oh, you know, out." she trailed off, not wanting to reveal that she and Scott were going on a date. She was slightly afraid of what his reaction would be when he realized that she had gotten another boyfriend.
"Where? With who?" he asked suspiciously. He knew that whenever Jean was trying to hide something, it was a bad sign.
"Logan!" she half whined. "I'm allowed to go out when I want to, aren't I?" He growled slightly, but let her go.. for now. His 'something's not right here' detector was going crazy.
Making sure that Logan had really gone, she breezed out the front door and towards Scott's car, on which he was leaning nonchalantly. He watched her as she closed the distance between them, and when she was close enough, slid his arm around her thin waist and gave her a quick kiss, to her amusement, then opened the door for her to get in.
"Scott, where are you taking me?" she asked, unable to stand the suspense. His only response was an evil grin. She hit him lightly on the arm of the hand that she was holding. The grin stretched on his face grew bigger, to her annoyance.
"Scott!!"
"Nope. You'll find out when we get there." As punishment, she snatched her hand out his, folded her arms across her chest, and sat back.
"Did you know that you're real sexy when you're mad?" he jibed. She blushed deeply, and swatted at him again.
"Shut up, Scott," He laughed out loud.
After about 10 minutes, Jean was pleased to see that they had arrived at a cozy soda fountain restaurant that sold hamburgers, hot dogs, and the like. It was one of the popular hangouts of Bayville High students, and that night was no different. As they found an empty booth, both of them could see many familiar faces whispering to each other as they passed. They probably were going to be a popular gossip topic on Monday.
While they waited for their orders to arrived, somehow, a game of footsie had developed between the two, and if they were asked, neither could say how it started. But when Scott's socked foot crept up Jean's shin, she blushed and pulled her legs away.
"Sorry," he said, embarrassed that he had embarrassed Jean.
Jean smirked, to his surprise. "No, its just that I don't want you getting into my pants just yet," This time, Scott blushed, and kicked her lightly under the table.
"I wouldn't be talking!"
After dinner, Jean was surprised when Scott eased the car into a turn, when he was supposed to go straight to go to the mansion. She decided not to say anything, though.
Soon, Scott parked his car by the side of the road near a forest-y area and got out and walked around to the trunk, which he opened. He took out a folded up blanket, then, tucking the blanket under his arm, took Jean's hand and led her down a barely visible dirt path that Jean hadn't noticed before.
"Scott, where are we going!?" she panted. They had been going uphill for a few minutes now, and although Jean wasn't really tired, she was panting like a dog.
"You'll see. You'll love it. Trust me,"
"Scott!" she whined. "I don't wanna wait anymore!" Scott chuckled at her puppy eyes.
"Nope. I'm not falling for those anymore!" Jean pulled the corners of her mouth down into a mock frown, which made Scott even more amused. He tugged at her arm, urging her to continue. With a groan, she stumbled forwards, and they continued.
Through the spaces of a few trees, Jean could see that there was a clearing up ahead. After taking a couple more steps, Jean gasped in amazement.
In front of them was a small lake, surrounded by many trees. The setting sun was positioned perfectly between two mountains, reflecting softly on the surface of the lake. The slight breeze sent a few ongoing ripples in the middle of the lake, giving those who looked at it a feeling of peace. Once in awhile, some kind of bird or other animal would call out, but otherwise the place was silent.
"Scott, this is beautiful!" Jean whispered. Scott just looked over the lake, glad that he had made her pleased. Waiting a bit so she could admire the beauty, he brought her over to a small patch of grass next to the lake, and set the blanket down. He settled down on it, and Jean took her place between his legs, leaning back into his chest, where her head seemed to fit perfectly.
"I discovered this place a long time ago, a little before you came to the institute," he explained quietly. "I was set on running away from the institute, because I was upset about something. So I ran here accidentally, and soon after I discovered that no one else knew about it."
"And you never told me!?" Jean cried out in mock disbelief.
He gave her a quick smile before continuing. "After that, I'd come here whenever I needed to think, or I needed a break, stuff like that. Also when Duncan made me especially pissed," he added.
Jean blushed slightly. "Sorry. Yeah, you'd always disappear for awhile. We'd always assume that you were brooding in your room,"
"I'd start out in my room, then I'd sneak out the window," he revealed, smiling like a kid whose hand was caught in a cookie jar.
"So, it seems our fearless leader isn't so perfect after all!" Jean teased.
Scott shrugged, smiling. "You knew I never was,"
"Of course not. I couldn't love a guy that was perfect," she punctuated her statement by giving him a kiss, pulling away when he chased after her.
"Hey!" Jean kissed him again, this time drawing it out. The arms Scott had wrapped around her tightened as he returned it wholeheartedly.
When they broke apart, he said, "That was worth it,"
*You're just like this place. Perfect, beautiful,.* he projected
(telepathy) I love you too. (end telepathy)
Jean checked herself in the mirror one last time, then headed outside to meet Scott for their date. Right before she stepped out the front doors, she heard Logan's voice.
"Where ya going, Jeannie?" he asked gruffly.
"Oh, you know, out." she trailed off, not wanting to reveal that she and Scott were going on a date. She was slightly afraid of what his reaction would be when he realized that she had gotten another boyfriend.
"Where? With who?" he asked suspiciously. He knew that whenever Jean was trying to hide something, it was a bad sign.
"Logan!" she half whined. "I'm allowed to go out when I want to, aren't I?" He growled slightly, but let her go.. for now. His 'something's not right here' detector was going crazy.
Making sure that Logan had really gone, she breezed out the front door and towards Scott's car, on which he was leaning nonchalantly. He watched her as she closed the distance between them, and when she was close enough, slid his arm around her thin waist and gave her a quick kiss, to her amusement, then opened the door for her to get in.
"Scott, where are you taking me?" she asked, unable to stand the suspense. His only response was an evil grin. She hit him lightly on the arm of the hand that she was holding. The grin stretched on his face grew bigger, to her annoyance.
"Scott!!"
"Nope. You'll find out when we get there." As punishment, she snatched her hand out his, folded her arms across her chest, and sat back.
"Did you know that you're real sexy when you're mad?" he jibed. She blushed deeply, and swatted at him again.
"Shut up, Scott," He laughed out loud.
After about 10 minutes, Jean was pleased to see that they had arrived at a cozy soda fountain restaurant that sold hamburgers, hot dogs, and the like. It was one of the popular hangouts of Bayville High students, and that night was no different. As they found an empty booth, both of them could see many familiar faces whispering to each other as they passed. They probably were going to be a popular gossip topic on Monday.
While they waited for their orders to arrived, somehow, a game of footsie had developed between the two, and if they were asked, neither could say how it started. But when Scott's socked foot crept up Jean's shin, she blushed and pulled her legs away.
"Sorry," he said, embarrassed that he had embarrassed Jean.
Jean smirked, to his surprise. "No, its just that I don't want you getting into my pants just yet," This time, Scott blushed, and kicked her lightly under the table.
"I wouldn't be talking!"
After dinner, Jean was surprised when Scott eased the car into a turn, when he was supposed to go straight to go to the mansion. She decided not to say anything, though.
Soon, Scott parked his car by the side of the road near a forest-y area and got out and walked around to the trunk, which he opened. He took out a folded up blanket, then, tucking the blanket under his arm, took Jean's hand and led her down a barely visible dirt path that Jean hadn't noticed before.
"Scott, where are we going!?" she panted. They had been going uphill for a few minutes now, and although Jean wasn't really tired, she was panting like a dog.
"You'll see. You'll love it. Trust me,"
"Scott!" she whined. "I don't wanna wait anymore!" Scott chuckled at her puppy eyes.
"Nope. I'm not falling for those anymore!" Jean pulled the corners of her mouth down into a mock frown, which made Scott even more amused. He tugged at her arm, urging her to continue. With a groan, she stumbled forwards, and they continued.
Through the spaces of a few trees, Jean could see that there was a clearing up ahead. After taking a couple more steps, Jean gasped in amazement.
In front of them was a small lake, surrounded by many trees. The setting sun was positioned perfectly between two mountains, reflecting softly on the surface of the lake. The slight breeze sent a few ongoing ripples in the middle of the lake, giving those who looked at it a feeling of peace. Once in awhile, some kind of bird or other animal would call out, but otherwise the place was silent.
"Scott, this is beautiful!" Jean whispered. Scott just looked over the lake, glad that he had made her pleased. Waiting a bit so she could admire the beauty, he brought her over to a small patch of grass next to the lake, and set the blanket down. He settled down on it, and Jean took her place between his legs, leaning back into his chest, where her head seemed to fit perfectly.
"I discovered this place a long time ago, a little before you came to the institute," he explained quietly. "I was set on running away from the institute, because I was upset about something. So I ran here accidentally, and soon after I discovered that no one else knew about it."
"And you never told me!?" Jean cried out in mock disbelief.
He gave her a quick smile before continuing. "After that, I'd come here whenever I needed to think, or I needed a break, stuff like that. Also when Duncan made me especially pissed," he added.
Jean blushed slightly. "Sorry. Yeah, you'd always disappear for awhile. We'd always assume that you were brooding in your room,"
"I'd start out in my room, then I'd sneak out the window," he revealed, smiling like a kid whose hand was caught in a cookie jar.
"So, it seems our fearless leader isn't so perfect after all!" Jean teased.
Scott shrugged, smiling. "You knew I never was,"
"Of course not. I couldn't love a guy that was perfect," she punctuated her statement by giving him a kiss, pulling away when he chased after her.
"Hey!" Jean kissed him again, this time drawing it out. The arms Scott had wrapped around her tightened as he returned it wholeheartedly.
When they broke apart, he said, "That was worth it,"
*You're just like this place. Perfect, beautiful,.* he projected
(telepathy) I love you too. (end telepathy)