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Jean unloaded her stuff into her room.
She thanked Scott for showing her around, then excused him.
after he was gone she locked her door and began to weep uncontrollably.
She let her tears flow freely.
She picked up a picture that was tucked away at the bottom of her suitcase. It depicted to girls standing in front of a new motorcycle, one had long flowing red hair and the other short bobbing brown. they had there arms around each other and were making funny faces for the photo.
*I have to knock this off, for Annie* Jean thought to her self.
She wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face, and re-applied her eyeliner and mascara.
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At dinner the adults were talking about some boring matter and Scott was just staring off into space.
"Hey, Slym."
"Huh, me?"
"Yea, so how about tommorow we can drive down to the hardware store and pick up the part we need to fix your car?"
"Ok, we could go now if you want, I'm done dinner."
"Me too, let me grab my coat." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jean tied a pair of panyhose around Scott's engine, to fix it temporarily while they went to pick up the part.
"Let's go!" she yelled hopping into the passenger seat.
Scott took off, a little faster than usual to impress her.
Her hair was blowing in the wind. her eyes were wandering to all the sites: a ice cream parlor, a bar, the park, and Bayville High.
"Is that were you go to school?" she said pointing to it.
"yup"
"Looks really preppy."
"It is, alot of the kids there are real assholes"
Jean laughed it didn't seem like him to curse.
They cut through the park to get to the auto shop faster, when all of a sudden the car just stopped.
"What the fuck was that?" she said.
"I don't know" Scott out of the car and opened up the hood. Jean followed.
"Oh man the panyhose ripped!" Scott cried out.
"And thats why you don't buy your unmentionables from Walmart!" her voice dripping with humor. Scott scowled.
"Here, use my cell to call home." she said thrusting it into his hands.
"Thanks" he called and his voice was completely serious.
Jean closed the hood of the car and sat on it.
"So...I guess were stuck here until ol' bald-head gets here." once again trying to get him to laugh.
Scott scowled, again.
He went into this big lecture on how xaivier was a very respectable man, as were the other instructers.
Jean now laid down on the car and covered her eyes with her hands.
"OMG, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she yelled.
"-excuse me?" Scott said surprised to be innterupted.
"You heard me, I was only joking about the whole bald thing! God, Scott!"
"You need to show some respect for me, I am more trained than you are!"
"Trained in what? And by the way, I don't show respect for anyone but myself!"
"You need to get some control!"
"You need to get that stick out of your ass!"
Scott growled and walked around to the back of the car and sat on it.
after about 5 minutes Jean was starting to feel guilty, she walked to the back of the car.
"Hey" she said.
"Hey" he responded.
"Look- I'm sorry you were right I was-" they both said at the same time.
They blushed.
"So..." she said trying to fill the uncomfortable silence, "you know my mutant story: powers manifested, parents found out, shipped girl out here of the first plane available. but what about you?"
"Well,..i don't really rember all of it... There was a plane, and fire. my parents pushed me and my brother out to save us. That was the last time I saw any of them. I was sent to an orphanage. The loss of my family caused my powers to manifest; you know what those are; so i ran away and then Xaivier found me."
"wow" she was speechless.
"Yeah, but I don't know all your story. What caused your powers to manifest? Theres usually some 'tramatic experiance'..."
"I'd rather not talk about it." tears started streaming down her soft face again.
"Someday?"
"Someday."
He moved over closer to her. He put one arm around her to comfort her, and with his other arm he gently brushed away her tears.
They sat like this until Logan came to pick them up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like it? hate it? ideas? suggestions? THAN REVIEW!!!
Jean unloaded her stuff into her room.
She thanked Scott for showing her around, then excused him.
after he was gone she locked her door and began to weep uncontrollably.
She let her tears flow freely.
She picked up a picture that was tucked away at the bottom of her suitcase. It depicted to girls standing in front of a new motorcycle, one had long flowing red hair and the other short bobbing brown. they had there arms around each other and were making funny faces for the photo.
*I have to knock this off, for Annie* Jean thought to her self.
She wiped away the tears that were streaming down her face, and re-applied her eyeliner and mascara.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At dinner the adults were talking about some boring matter and Scott was just staring off into space.
"Hey, Slym."
"Huh, me?"
"Yea, so how about tommorow we can drive down to the hardware store and pick up the part we need to fix your car?"
"Ok, we could go now if you want, I'm done dinner."
"Me too, let me grab my coat." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jean tied a pair of panyhose around Scott's engine, to fix it temporarily while they went to pick up the part.
"Let's go!" she yelled hopping into the passenger seat.
Scott took off, a little faster than usual to impress her.
Her hair was blowing in the wind. her eyes were wandering to all the sites: a ice cream parlor, a bar, the park, and Bayville High.
"Is that were you go to school?" she said pointing to it.
"yup"
"Looks really preppy."
"It is, alot of the kids there are real assholes"
Jean laughed it didn't seem like him to curse.
They cut through the park to get to the auto shop faster, when all of a sudden the car just stopped.
"What the fuck was that?" she said.
"I don't know" Scott out of the car and opened up the hood. Jean followed.
"Oh man the panyhose ripped!" Scott cried out.
"And thats why you don't buy your unmentionables from Walmart!" her voice dripping with humor. Scott scowled.
"Here, use my cell to call home." she said thrusting it into his hands.
"Thanks" he called and his voice was completely serious.
Jean closed the hood of the car and sat on it.
"So...I guess were stuck here until ol' bald-head gets here." once again trying to get him to laugh.
Scott scowled, again.
He went into this big lecture on how xaivier was a very respectable man, as were the other instructers.
Jean now laid down on the car and covered her eyes with her hands.
"OMG, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she yelled.
"-excuse me?" Scott said surprised to be innterupted.
"You heard me, I was only joking about the whole bald thing! God, Scott!"
"You need to show some respect for me, I am more trained than you are!"
"Trained in what? And by the way, I don't show respect for anyone but myself!"
"You need to get some control!"
"You need to get that stick out of your ass!"
Scott growled and walked around to the back of the car and sat on it.
after about 5 minutes Jean was starting to feel guilty, she walked to the back of the car.
"Hey" she said.
"Hey" he responded.
"Look- I'm sorry you were right I was-" they both said at the same time.
They blushed.
"So..." she said trying to fill the uncomfortable silence, "you know my mutant story: powers manifested, parents found out, shipped girl out here of the first plane available. but what about you?"
"Well,..i don't really rember all of it... There was a plane, and fire. my parents pushed me and my brother out to save us. That was the last time I saw any of them. I was sent to an orphanage. The loss of my family caused my powers to manifest; you know what those are; so i ran away and then Xaivier found me."
"wow" she was speechless.
"Yeah, but I don't know all your story. What caused your powers to manifest? Theres usually some 'tramatic experiance'..."
"I'd rather not talk about it." tears started streaming down her soft face again.
"Someday?"
"Someday."
He moved over closer to her. He put one arm around her to comfort her, and with his other arm he gently brushed away her tears.
They sat like this until Logan came to pick them up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Like it? hate it? ideas? suggestions? THAN REVIEW!!!