Ocean Blue
By sweet like chocolate
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't profit from 'em.
Summary: The tenth anniversary of Scott's parents' death is imminent. Who helps him through? (Way better than summary- I hope!)
A/N I'm back and I had a great time in Canada. We spent most of our time on Vancouver Island, and it's really beautiful, I would recommend visiting it. Also if you like surfing they have some great waves (I suck at surfing, but the waves were really good none the less!). I also visited Vancouver which is a great city (okay, I'm kinda biased cos we lived there for a year when I was younger but still!). You probably don't care about this and are just like get on with the story but before I do a quick warning. I am still quite jet lagged (8hr time difference between the West Coast and England!) on top of that, we are in the middle of a heat wave. It hit 40°C yesterday (somewhere over 100°F- I'm not too sure) which is the hottest ever for England. Needless to say, the heat and lack of sleep is not doing my muse any good!
Oh well on with the story, and I'd just like to say that I think it's unfair that girls are always presented as the ones freaking about the date! Therefore Scott will do some freaking of his own!
*~*~*~*~*
Scott looked nervously in the mirror and tried combing his hair into several new positions while looking through his wardrobe, which did not exactly contain the largest number of clothes ever.
Only the slight smell of sulphur gave any hint that anyone else was in the room. Without turning round Scott spoke out loud with an air of someone very tired,
"Kurt, for the last time you and Kitty can not come and see the movie with us, that is the sort of point of a date you know, two people by them selves!."
"Relax, I just came to see if you needed any help getting ready."
"I'm okay," Scott's voice was rushed and he did not exactly sound to sure of himself. "It's not like I'm a girl.
This was followed by a silence before Scott went on quickly.
"So, what do you think I should wear?"
*~*~*~*~*
"C'mon Jean just come out already."
"Yeah. It's not like we don't have better things to do." Rouge added dryly. "Okay, and remember I want the truth! Even if I won't like it!" Jean stepped out from behind the wardrobe door that acted as a sort of screen. She twirled showing a plain half-length denim skirt and a white halter-top that emphasised her creamy skin and acted as a sort of contrast for her fiery hair and blazing green eyes.
"Jean you look amazing." Kitty sighed.
Jean looked to Rogue with a question in her eyes. The Southern belle jumped off the bed.
"Jean, ah really Scott gives a toss what ya look lak, but ya look fahne." She walked towards the door. "Ah think ah'll go see what's cookin." And with that she was gone.
Jean turned round to Kitty.
"Now what shoes?"
*~*~*~*~*
Scott and Kurt stood looking at the outfits in front of them.
Scott held a top up.
"What about this one?"
Kurt studied it carefully,
"Vat's that?" He asked pointing out a red stain on the side.
"Oh shit, it's tomato sauce from a couple days back. Well maybe not that one then!"
Scott rummaged through the wardrobe pulling out two stain free tops. One was a red t-shirt and the other a black turtleneck. He held up the red one,
"How about this?"
"That's gut." Scott made to put it on, "but the black one is also gut."
"Kurt, your useless, quick pick one."
Kurt opened his mouth to reply but a voice from the hallway came first.
"The red one, but ah'd take a jacket." Rogue shook her head muttering under her breath, "Jean was raght, guys are worse than girls."
*~*~*~*~*
Scott nervously paced the hallway. He'd only been down a couple of minutes, but it already felt like hours. He also was aware of the curiously empty institute. "Hey" Jean's voice was curiously soft as she came down the stairs. Her breath caught as she saw Scott. His tight lean figure was emphasised by the top he was wearing, and all of a sudden the feelings she'd felt at the beach came rushing back. She caught his stray thought *wow*. Her face broke into a smile as she was thrown back to when they had first met, that was his thought then also.
He caught her hand and looked into her eyes.
"Jean you look." Scott was momentarily lost for words, "beautiful."
She blushed and looked away before leaning forward to whisper in his ear,
"Your not too bad yourself you know."
She leant back and looked into his eyes, she could always do that, despite the fact his glasses obscured his eyes. Her voice was still low,
"Are you ready to go?" Scott looked back. They were both aware that this was a turning point in their relationship. Perhaps that was why they had been so careful about appearances. After all they both had seen each other looking awful during their time at the institute. The two kisses on the beach could easily be dismissed due to lack of judgement, excitement, and Scott's over emotional state. Once they were out of the door though, they were on a date, and there was no going back.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
Still holding hands, their fingers entwined, they left the mansion.
*~*~*~*~*
Sorry if my writing of the accents sucks! Next chapter. the date!
I'll try and get the next chapter up quickly but I am going on an exchange to Germany on Sat, so it may be a while, sorry! Can you believe I am giving up the last to weeks of my summer holiday to go to German school! I have no idea what got into me when I signed up for it! At best my German is incredibly limited! Oh well, I'm screwed!
Anyway this chapter and the rest of my story is dedicated to my reviewers, especially Wen (am still loving your comments), Jen1703, Riah Yaps, Mamour, Sprockett, JupiterHalo, wllw979 and slickboy444, as well as anybody else who left unsigned reviews!
Please follow their example and REVIEW.
I love this quote so I am going to put it in for no reason!
"Letters are symbols that turn matter into spirit."
Please review - sweet like chocolate
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't profit from 'em.
Summary: The tenth anniversary of Scott's parents' death is imminent. Who helps him through? (Way better than summary- I hope!)
A/N I'm back and I had a great time in Canada. We spent most of our time on Vancouver Island, and it's really beautiful, I would recommend visiting it. Also if you like surfing they have some great waves (I suck at surfing, but the waves were really good none the less!). I also visited Vancouver which is a great city (okay, I'm kinda biased cos we lived there for a year when I was younger but still!). You probably don't care about this and are just like get on with the story but before I do a quick warning. I am still quite jet lagged (8hr time difference between the West Coast and England!) on top of that, we are in the middle of a heat wave. It hit 40°C yesterday (somewhere over 100°F- I'm not too sure) which is the hottest ever for England. Needless to say, the heat and lack of sleep is not doing my muse any good!
Oh well on with the story, and I'd just like to say that I think it's unfair that girls are always presented as the ones freaking about the date! Therefore Scott will do some freaking of his own!
*~*~*~*~*
Scott looked nervously in the mirror and tried combing his hair into several new positions while looking through his wardrobe, which did not exactly contain the largest number of clothes ever.
Only the slight smell of sulphur gave any hint that anyone else was in the room. Without turning round Scott spoke out loud with an air of someone very tired,
"Kurt, for the last time you and Kitty can not come and see the movie with us, that is the sort of point of a date you know, two people by them selves!."
"Relax, I just came to see if you needed any help getting ready."
"I'm okay," Scott's voice was rushed and he did not exactly sound to sure of himself. "It's not like I'm a girl.
This was followed by a silence before Scott went on quickly.
"So, what do you think I should wear?"
*~*~*~*~*
"C'mon Jean just come out already."
"Yeah. It's not like we don't have better things to do." Rouge added dryly. "Okay, and remember I want the truth! Even if I won't like it!" Jean stepped out from behind the wardrobe door that acted as a sort of screen. She twirled showing a plain half-length denim skirt and a white halter-top that emphasised her creamy skin and acted as a sort of contrast for her fiery hair and blazing green eyes.
"Jean you look amazing." Kitty sighed.
Jean looked to Rogue with a question in her eyes. The Southern belle jumped off the bed.
"Jean, ah really Scott gives a toss what ya look lak, but ya look fahne." She walked towards the door. "Ah think ah'll go see what's cookin." And with that she was gone.
Jean turned round to Kitty.
"Now what shoes?"
*~*~*~*~*
Scott and Kurt stood looking at the outfits in front of them.
Scott held a top up.
"What about this one?"
Kurt studied it carefully,
"Vat's that?" He asked pointing out a red stain on the side.
"Oh shit, it's tomato sauce from a couple days back. Well maybe not that one then!"
Scott rummaged through the wardrobe pulling out two stain free tops. One was a red t-shirt and the other a black turtleneck. He held up the red one,
"How about this?"
"That's gut." Scott made to put it on, "but the black one is also gut."
"Kurt, your useless, quick pick one."
Kurt opened his mouth to reply but a voice from the hallway came first.
"The red one, but ah'd take a jacket." Rogue shook her head muttering under her breath, "Jean was raght, guys are worse than girls."
*~*~*~*~*
Scott nervously paced the hallway. He'd only been down a couple of minutes, but it already felt like hours. He also was aware of the curiously empty institute. "Hey" Jean's voice was curiously soft as she came down the stairs. Her breath caught as she saw Scott. His tight lean figure was emphasised by the top he was wearing, and all of a sudden the feelings she'd felt at the beach came rushing back. She caught his stray thought *wow*. Her face broke into a smile as she was thrown back to when they had first met, that was his thought then also.
He caught her hand and looked into her eyes.
"Jean you look." Scott was momentarily lost for words, "beautiful."
She blushed and looked away before leaning forward to whisper in his ear,
"Your not too bad yourself you know."
She leant back and looked into his eyes, she could always do that, despite the fact his glasses obscured his eyes. Her voice was still low,
"Are you ready to go?" Scott looked back. They were both aware that this was a turning point in their relationship. Perhaps that was why they had been so careful about appearances. After all they both had seen each other looking awful during their time at the institute. The two kisses on the beach could easily be dismissed due to lack of judgement, excitement, and Scott's over emotional state. Once they were out of the door though, they were on a date, and there was no going back.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
Still holding hands, their fingers entwined, they left the mansion.
*~*~*~*~*
Sorry if my writing of the accents sucks! Next chapter. the date!
I'll try and get the next chapter up quickly but I am going on an exchange to Germany on Sat, so it may be a while, sorry! Can you believe I am giving up the last to weeks of my summer holiday to go to German school! I have no idea what got into me when I signed up for it! At best my German is incredibly limited! Oh well, I'm screwed!
Anyway this chapter and the rest of my story is dedicated to my reviewers, especially Wen (am still loving your comments), Jen1703, Riah Yaps, Mamour, Sprockett, JupiterHalo, wllw979 and slickboy444, as well as anybody else who left unsigned reviews!
Please follow their example and REVIEW.
I love this quote so I am going to put it in for no reason!
"Letters are symbols that turn matter into spirit."
Please review - sweet like chocolate