Ocean Blue
By sweet like chocolate
Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with X-men Evo or any Westlife songs
A/N This chapter is dedicated to my English teacher, who after over a year of B's and C's on my creative work (how much did I want to shove my reviews in her face and say 'Hah, some people appreciate my writing!') finally gave me an A, and not just an A at that- an A*!!!!! Yay I'm really happy, cos creative writing is the only thing I really work hard on in English, overall I think it's a stupid excuse for a lesson (no offence anyone but who cares about analysing books for stuff the authors probably didn't even think of when they wrote them and persuasive and non persuasive writing!!!!!). Can you believe although there are two possible English choices for A-level, in neither can you do creative writing? Isn't that the point of English?
Sorry for that rant on about English, but it's very frustrating writing a story which you know is good and getting a C on it. My best friend is dyslexic and she wrote a brilliant story, and I mean a great one about a schizophrenic based on a painting. It wasn't even marked cos my teacher couldn't understand it! My friend was really upset because she doesn't have much confidence in English anyway and she spent a long time on it. My English teacher is DUMB!
Wow, that was a really long rant. SORRY! Here's the story!
*~*~*~*~*
The air was incredibly still as Jean raced across the institute lawn. Now a beautiful 23yr old Jean found it ironic that she was still chasing the same boy as she had been over 10 years ago. She had been dating Scott for five years, and every day was as fresh and wonderful as the day of their first kiss. She loved him so much, that still when she thought about him a goofy smile spread across her face, one she knew she really should have outgrown years ago, but it still happened when she thought for too long about the man she loved.
Jean wrapped her arms round her shoulders. Although it was not cold, her halter-top and skirt did not exactly provide the warmth needed. As she turned the corner, Scott had disappeared. There was only one place he could have gone. With a look of grim determination on her face, Jean knelt by the hedge. With an inward sigh over the white skirt she had put on specially that evening she began to crawl through the hedge. The hole was smaller than she remembered and it took her longer to get through than she was used to. As she stood up to brush the dirt off her skirt, she was faced with a sight that literally took her breath away.
Every square inch of the den was covered in candles, and a soft glow illuminated the entire area, revealing Scott standing in the centre. Wordlessly he took her hands and pulled her to him, before kneeling in front of her, her hand still in his. She gasped, more of a sigh than any real sound.
"Jean, I've been thinking about this for a long time. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone or anything and the one thing I am sure of in my life is that we were meant to be."
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he carried on, never breaking his eye contact with her.
"My life with out you wouldn't be a life, because everyone knows you need a soul to have a life. You're my soul. You're my star, my heart, my everything. Please do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
She nodded mute, as he produced a ring with a ruby in the centre and two diamonds on either side of it. In the candlelight it seemed to glow and as he slipped it on her finger a small sound escaped her mouth as she settled into the most content state she had ever experienced. She pulled Scott to his feet and into her arms. Over and over they muttered, "I love you". Neither was aware of anything but the person they held in their arms. Only as the candles began to go out did Scott tip her head up to look into her eyes.
"You really mean it?" He asked with concern etched in his face.
She met his eyes through the glasses and caressed his cheek with her hand. Her voice broke a little as she replied.
"Never been more sure of anything in my life."
He kissed her sweetly and together they crawled back through the hedge and wandered slowly back to the institute, fingers intertwined in a gesture more eloquent than words.
*Love you*
*Love you too*
Jean leant her head on his shoulder and above them the stars glittered, as if to recognise some godly pact fulfilled at last.
Behind them two shadowy figures, a golden light surrounding them watched the couple go.
"I think he has finally found peace." Katherine Anne Summers looked up at her husband, the tears shining in her eyes. "Is it time?"
"I think so."
He pulled her into his arms and together they faded until the stars could be seen through them. They left the earthly realm far behind as they began a new life, happy that their son who had experienced such a troubled life had finally found true happiness. His soul mate. His everything. His Jean.
*~*~*~*~*
All the candles slowly went out in the den, leaving just two, which flickering gently highlighted a small area on the log on top of which they rested.
*Property of SS and JG- Best Friends Forever 1998*
The heart (still fresh after being added in a fit of romance only a couple of months ago) that circled the words seemed to glow under the candlelight. Eternal, like the love it represented it circled the two names and as one by one the final candles were extinguished it remained for a few seconds, a reminder of two souls joined, two fates completed, and a love that would go down in history.
Stay with me
Don't fall asleep too soon
The angels can wait for a moment
Come real close
Forget the world outside
Tonight we're alone
It's finally you and I
It wasn't meant to feel like this
Not without you
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
Don't be afraid
I'll be right by your side
Through the laughter and pain
Together we're bound to fly
I wasn't meant to love like this
Not without you
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
I made a few mistakes, yeah
Like sometimes we do
Been through lot of heartache
But I made it back to you
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
And when I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
When I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
*~*~*~*~*
Written in the Stars by Westlife (I don't like Westlife by the way, the song just seemed to fit!
Finished! What do you think? I really want to know!!!!!!!!! I want to involve Betsy Braddock in my next story, but I'm having a bit of difficulty, as although I know a bit about the character, it's only what I've gathered from fics, and hazy memories of the 90's cartoon! Please tell me anything you know about her to help me write her accurately. That means anything, features, character, powers, relationships with other characters, character, anything. Fell free to tell me what you think of the story at the same time!
Thank you so much to all my dedicated reviewers, it means so much that you actually like my story! I have never enjoyed writing anything as much as I have this. It's been a great experience, thank you!
Thank you again
-Kat
Disclaimer: Don't own anything to do with X-men Evo or any Westlife songs
A/N This chapter is dedicated to my English teacher, who after over a year of B's and C's on my creative work (how much did I want to shove my reviews in her face and say 'Hah, some people appreciate my writing!') finally gave me an A, and not just an A at that- an A*!!!!! Yay I'm really happy, cos creative writing is the only thing I really work hard on in English, overall I think it's a stupid excuse for a lesson (no offence anyone but who cares about analysing books for stuff the authors probably didn't even think of when they wrote them and persuasive and non persuasive writing!!!!!). Can you believe although there are two possible English choices for A-level, in neither can you do creative writing? Isn't that the point of English?
Sorry for that rant on about English, but it's very frustrating writing a story which you know is good and getting a C on it. My best friend is dyslexic and she wrote a brilliant story, and I mean a great one about a schizophrenic based on a painting. It wasn't even marked cos my teacher couldn't understand it! My friend was really upset because she doesn't have much confidence in English anyway and she spent a long time on it. My English teacher is DUMB!
Wow, that was a really long rant. SORRY! Here's the story!
*~*~*~*~*
The air was incredibly still as Jean raced across the institute lawn. Now a beautiful 23yr old Jean found it ironic that she was still chasing the same boy as she had been over 10 years ago. She had been dating Scott for five years, and every day was as fresh and wonderful as the day of their first kiss. She loved him so much, that still when she thought about him a goofy smile spread across her face, one she knew she really should have outgrown years ago, but it still happened when she thought for too long about the man she loved.
Jean wrapped her arms round her shoulders. Although it was not cold, her halter-top and skirt did not exactly provide the warmth needed. As she turned the corner, Scott had disappeared. There was only one place he could have gone. With a look of grim determination on her face, Jean knelt by the hedge. With an inward sigh over the white skirt she had put on specially that evening she began to crawl through the hedge. The hole was smaller than she remembered and it took her longer to get through than she was used to. As she stood up to brush the dirt off her skirt, she was faced with a sight that literally took her breath away.
Every square inch of the den was covered in candles, and a soft glow illuminated the entire area, revealing Scott standing in the centre. Wordlessly he took her hands and pulled her to him, before kneeling in front of her, her hand still in his. She gasped, more of a sigh than any real sound.
"Jean, I've been thinking about this for a long time. I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone or anything and the one thing I am sure of in my life is that we were meant to be."
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as he carried on, never breaking his eye contact with her.
"My life with out you wouldn't be a life, because everyone knows you need a soul to have a life. You're my soul. You're my star, my heart, my everything. Please do me the honour of becoming my wife?"
She nodded mute, as he produced a ring with a ruby in the centre and two diamonds on either side of it. In the candlelight it seemed to glow and as he slipped it on her finger a small sound escaped her mouth as she settled into the most content state she had ever experienced. She pulled Scott to his feet and into her arms. Over and over they muttered, "I love you". Neither was aware of anything but the person they held in their arms. Only as the candles began to go out did Scott tip her head up to look into her eyes.
"You really mean it?" He asked with concern etched in his face.
She met his eyes through the glasses and caressed his cheek with her hand. Her voice broke a little as she replied.
"Never been more sure of anything in my life."
He kissed her sweetly and together they crawled back through the hedge and wandered slowly back to the institute, fingers intertwined in a gesture more eloquent than words.
*Love you*
*Love you too*
Jean leant her head on his shoulder and above them the stars glittered, as if to recognise some godly pact fulfilled at last.
Behind them two shadowy figures, a golden light surrounding them watched the couple go.
"I think he has finally found peace." Katherine Anne Summers looked up at her husband, the tears shining in her eyes. "Is it time?"
"I think so."
He pulled her into his arms and together they faded until the stars could be seen through them. They left the earthly realm far behind as they began a new life, happy that their son who had experienced such a troubled life had finally found true happiness. His soul mate. His everything. His Jean.
*~*~*~*~*
All the candles slowly went out in the den, leaving just two, which flickering gently highlighted a small area on the log on top of which they rested.
*Property of SS and JG- Best Friends Forever 1998*
The heart (still fresh after being added in a fit of romance only a couple of months ago) that circled the words seemed to glow under the candlelight. Eternal, like the love it represented it circled the two names and as one by one the final candles were extinguished it remained for a few seconds, a reminder of two souls joined, two fates completed, and a love that would go down in history.
Stay with me
Don't fall asleep too soon
The angels can wait for a moment
Come real close
Forget the world outside
Tonight we're alone
It's finally you and I
It wasn't meant to feel like this
Not without you
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
Don't be afraid
I'll be right by your side
Through the laughter and pain
Together we're bound to fly
I wasn't meant to love like this
Not without you
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
I made a few mistakes, yeah
Like sometimes we do
Been through lot of heartache
But I made it back to you
Cos when I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
And when I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
When I look at my life
How the pieces fall into place
It just wouldn't rhyme without you
When I see how my path
Seem to end up before your face
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
The state of my heart
The place where we are
Was written in the stars
*~*~*~*~*
Written in the Stars by Westlife (I don't like Westlife by the way, the song just seemed to fit!
Finished! What do you think? I really want to know!!!!!!!!! I want to involve Betsy Braddock in my next story, but I'm having a bit of difficulty, as although I know a bit about the character, it's only what I've gathered from fics, and hazy memories of the 90's cartoon! Please tell me anything you know about her to help me write her accurately. That means anything, features, character, powers, relationships with other characters, character, anything. Fell free to tell me what you think of the story at the same time!
Thank you so much to all my dedicated reviewers, it means so much that you actually like my story! I have never enjoyed writing anything as much as I have this. It's been a great experience, thank you!
Thank you again
-Kat