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 Sorry this took so long to write but I have been in Germany, and now I am back at school and it has been very hectic! This is a very fluff filled chapter so if ye don't like it don't read it! Please only flame if you have constructive criticism not cos you don't like the characters, or my style. That's what I like and I'm not going to change it!
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Scott led the way from the car to the cinema. They walked in silence, but it was a comfortable one and as they were half way across the lot Scott caught Jean's hand and held it, tracing patterns on the back of her hand. She felt an irresistible shiver of excitement run through her.
She remembered the last time they had gone to the cinema together, as best friends, not as boyfriend and girlfriend. They had teased each other, about Taryn and Duncan amongst other things. Jean remembered the twinge of pain she had felt whenever Scott and Taryn's names were mentioned together, even though she had knew she had no right to, especially as it was she who had introduced them and more or less brought them together.
She shuddered when she recalled that awful evening at the fair ground. Over and over she had replayed Scott and Taryn's ride in her mind wondering if it had meant anything, until she had caught them together outside school. She couldn't ever remember being more mad at Taryn.
She squeezed Scott's hand and he raised it to his lips, smiling as he pressed it to his mouth, her face broke out into a huge grin and although she wasn't looking at Scott, she was sure he was wearing an identical one.
She slipped back into memories, recalling when Ororo and Logan first took them both to the cinema. It was sort of a well-done present, for Jean who had finally mastered her telekinetic gifts, and for Scott, who had made the track team, despite the hindrance of his glasses.
She grinned Logan and Ororo's twin expressions popped into her mind at the discovery that there was one thing Scott would not give into her on. Popcorn. It was very simple, he was salty, she was sweet, and neither would give in to the other. After 'debating' for ten minutes so loudly that almost everyone in the foyer was watching them. Storm had shared sweet with Jean, and Logan salty with Scott. It was a memory she would never forget, mainly because arguing about popcorn at the cinema had made her feel so normal, she could almost forget her mutantcy.
By this time they had reached the cinema. They were going to see Pirates of the Caribbean, as its mix of action and romance meant both teens could enjoy it. As they entered the cinema Scott dropped her hand, instead putting his arm around her. She snuggled into his hold, feeling the unique sensation of fitting in; like a key to a lock. Scott's arm made her feel warm and secure, the opposite of Duncan's, which was heavy and uncomfortable. In fact whenever Duncan had put his arm around her she had spent the entire time wondering how to get out of it without hurting his feelings.
She looked up at Scott, and could not help thinking *he's my boyfriend now*. As they waited in the queue for refreshments she studied his face, wondering at the way the ultra-violet lights highlighted the red tints in his hair, which so perfectly matched the sunglasses and t-shirt he wore. She could not help noticing the way the top and jacket showed off his firm body, before she jerked her mind back from that direction *steady Jean!*.
She was jerked out of her reverie by Scott's hand gently touching her arm,
"Jean, are you okay?" Concern was evident in his voice, as she smiled up at him and nodded. He handed her a drink and offered her some popcorn from the large container he carried. She absentmindedly took a handful. It was sweet.
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The film was good and afterwards they went to a small restaurant they often visited as a group with the others. The soon started talking about this and that and they were so preoccupied with each other they only ordered the third time the waitress came. The other customers could not help but wonder at the expressions the two shared, they were a perfect example of young love.
One such person, a middle-aged woman leaving the restaurant, commented to her husband,
"That, my dear, is a match made in heaven and gives true meaning to the words soul mates."
Scott and Jean were unaware of this and continued to be completely wrapped up in each other.
*~*~*~*~*
They drove slowly back to the institute, neither wanting such a wonderful evening to be finished so soon. As they drove up on impulse, Jean grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him close, whispering in his ear.
"Let's go to the Den."
Scott silently nodded his agreement, and parked the car. They climbed out and softly made their way into the darkness of the institute grounds.
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Did you like it? Please review, I need to know what people think! Send me an email to dolphin678_8@hotmail.com or just click the button. OK. I promise I won't take that long to upload the next chapter. But you know feedback always makes me want to write- very unsubtle hint I know!
Thanks again to all my reviewers!
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 Sorry this took so long to write but I have been in Germany, and now I am back at school and it has been very hectic! This is a very fluff filled chapter so if ye don't like it don't read it! Please only flame if you have constructive criticism not cos you don't like the characters, or my style. That's what I like and I'm not going to change it!
*~*~*~*~*
Scott led the way from the car to the cinema. They walked in silence, but it was a comfortable one and as they were half way across the lot Scott caught Jean's hand and held it, tracing patterns on the back of her hand. She felt an irresistible shiver of excitement run through her.
She remembered the last time they had gone to the cinema together, as best friends, not as boyfriend and girlfriend. They had teased each other, about Taryn and Duncan amongst other things. Jean remembered the twinge of pain she had felt whenever Scott and Taryn's names were mentioned together, even though she had knew she had no right to, especially as it was she who had introduced them and more or less brought them together.
She shuddered when she recalled that awful evening at the fair ground. Over and over she had replayed Scott and Taryn's ride in her mind wondering if it had meant anything, until she had caught them together outside school. She couldn't ever remember being more mad at Taryn.
She squeezed Scott's hand and he raised it to his lips, smiling as he pressed it to his mouth, her face broke out into a huge grin and although she wasn't looking at Scott, she was sure he was wearing an identical one.
She slipped back into memories, recalling when Ororo and Logan first took them both to the cinema. It was sort of a well-done present, for Jean who had finally mastered her telekinetic gifts, and for Scott, who had made the track team, despite the hindrance of his glasses.
She grinned Logan and Ororo's twin expressions popped into her mind at the discovery that there was one thing Scott would not give into her on. Popcorn. It was very simple, he was salty, she was sweet, and neither would give in to the other. After 'debating' for ten minutes so loudly that almost everyone in the foyer was watching them. Storm had shared sweet with Jean, and Logan salty with Scott. It was a memory she would never forget, mainly because arguing about popcorn at the cinema had made her feel so normal, she could almost forget her mutantcy.
By this time they had reached the cinema. They were going to see Pirates of the Caribbean, as its mix of action and romance meant both teens could enjoy it. As they entered the cinema Scott dropped her hand, instead putting his arm around her. She snuggled into his hold, feeling the unique sensation of fitting in; like a key to a lock. Scott's arm made her feel warm and secure, the opposite of Duncan's, which was heavy and uncomfortable. In fact whenever Duncan had put his arm around her she had spent the entire time wondering how to get out of it without hurting his feelings.
She looked up at Scott, and could not help thinking *he's my boyfriend now*. As they waited in the queue for refreshments she studied his face, wondering at the way the ultra-violet lights highlighted the red tints in his hair, which so perfectly matched the sunglasses and t-shirt he wore. She could not help noticing the way the top and jacket showed off his firm body, before she jerked her mind back from that direction *steady Jean!*.
She was jerked out of her reverie by Scott's hand gently touching her arm,
"Jean, are you okay?" Concern was evident in his voice, as she smiled up at him and nodded. He handed her a drink and offered her some popcorn from the large container he carried. She absentmindedly took a handful. It was sweet.
*~*~*~*~*
The film was good and afterwards they went to a small restaurant they often visited as a group with the others. The soon started talking about this and that and they were so preoccupied with each other they only ordered the third time the waitress came. The other customers could not help but wonder at the expressions the two shared, they were a perfect example of young love.
One such person, a middle-aged woman leaving the restaurant, commented to her husband,
"That, my dear, is a match made in heaven and gives true meaning to the words soul mates."
Scott and Jean were unaware of this and continued to be completely wrapped up in each other.
*~*~*~*~*
They drove slowly back to the institute, neither wanting such a wonderful evening to be finished so soon. As they drove up on impulse, Jean grabbed Scott's hand and pulled him close, whispering in his ear.
"Let's go to the Den."
Scott silently nodded his agreement, and parked the car. They climbed out and softly made their way into the darkness of the institute grounds.
*~*~*~*~*
Did you like it? Please review, I need to know what people think! Send me an email to dolphin678_8@hotmail.com or just click the button. OK. I promise I won't take that long to upload the next chapter. But you know feedback always makes me want to write- very unsubtle hint I know!
Thanks again to all my reviewers!