Okay I know this has been a long time coming. But I had to visit my
muses, named Teevee and Radio and Books. And be glad I did. There is a
scene in here that I am making a contest out of. it will be modeled after
my favorite movie. The first three people to name the right movie can pick
the names of a group of certain upcoming characters (one name for each
correct guess) and I will let you know when the scene begins. Oh and to
respond to the guessing I will say this. . . Most of you are right.
Any ways on with the story, it is still the first day and Jamie has been primping.
On My own Two Feet; A Jamie Madrox Story
"Um. . . Mr. Logan?" Jamie asked timidly.
"Yeah what's up short man?" replied the gruff Canadian.
"Um, I was wondering, that is if your not too busy. . "
"Do you need a ride or help with some piece of homework?" Logan completed for the nervous boy.
"Um, ride. I made plans to study with a friend. I didn't want to ask Ms. Munroe, I think she would have a field day that I am just going over to another students house, I don't even want to tell her its girl." Jamie fidgeted; he knew that he could at least trust Mr. Logan to be discrete. If he told Ms. Munroe she would be aw-ing so loud half the school would think he was on a date.
Logan raised a brow, "Going over to a girls house, huh?"
"Um, yes sir."
"Do we need to have a . . . um . . . talk?"
"About what?"
Logan gave him a pointed look.
"Oh! No, Bobby told me all about that. It was the most uncomfortable five minutes of my life."
"Five minutes . . . short man I think you and I still have a few things to cover."
After a half an hour discussion, Jamie sat wide eyed, looking at Logan, who for the first time in his memory, was blushing; brightly. "Um . . . wow," Jamie squeaked.
"Yeah, that's about how it feels after it too."
"So then . . . but then . . ." But Jamie couldn't form a coherent thought. He eventually decided that he was way too young to have to deal with the kind of consequences Logan had described. Thus he decided that, no matter what Allison thought, this was NOT a date. "Um. will you be giving me the ride then?" he finally managed to ask.
"Yeah, but I will be staying there to make sure you two actually study books, and not . . . well anatomy."
Jamie didn't understand Logan's joke until he was bedded down for the night. But he was overjoyed that Logan had agreed to give him a ride. So Jamie ran and grabbed the spare helmet, and they were off.
They pulled up to the house that Allison had given him the address to. It was nice; two stories, a light blue with white trimming. They knocked on the door and a man answered who was a little taller than Logan. He looked down at Jamie and asked "Are you Ally's little boyfriend?"
A screech from behind him saying, "Daddy!" he opened the door wider and Allison was coming down the stairs in a hurried fashion. "I told you never to call me that in front of my friends! And he isn't my boyfriend, this is not a date. We are just friends."
Both the father and Logan laughed heartily. The father waved them in and eyed Logan, "And you are sir?"
"Logan, I . . . uh . . . I'm a tutor for the kid." Logan said, never quite sure how to explain his relationship with the kids. Especially since he want like Ororo, Henry or Charles, and teaching things. He just showed them how to make sure that they and their friends lived and their enemies didn't.
"Come on Jamie," Allison said taking him by the wrist, "We're set up in the dining room."
She led them into the small, compared to what Jamie was used to, dining room. He looked around and decided he like it. It was cozy. On the table was a pile of books and notebooks. Jamie noticed a lot of spots on the wall where there appeared to be pictures missing. Allison saw him looking, and as he opened his mouth to ask she said, "No one gets to seem me as a two year old." Jamie caught the smile she added to the end and laughed. The started cracking on the homework, and were only interrupted twice. Allison's father came through to get two beers, one for Logan.
Half way through the English assignment she looked up at Jamie and asked, "Was this a date?"
Jamie was thrown by the question and searched fruitlessly through his notes hoping she was talking about something in the story. He turned to her and said, "Um . . . I don't know. I was wondering about that too. Did you think it was?"
"well that's the thing," she said, "My dad was oohing and awing about it. And I didn't mean for it to be one. And I like you and all, but I am really not your type."
Jamie lowered his head as he guessed what this was about, "Is it because I'm a . . ." but he never got to finish as Allison covered his mouth.
"Don't mention that," she said in an urgent whisper, "My dad doesn't like . . . well you know." Jamie began to feel more sure that his genetics was the reason for his non-date status, "But that isn't the reason I said that I'm not your type."
Now Jamie was really confused. Allison saw this and began to explain, "Listen, you are a sweet guy, the sweetest I have ever met. But I am not the kind of girl you should go out with, I am rude, I am wild, and I am very . . . well, 'friendly'. The kind of girl you desereve is sweet and nice, and probably a farm girl. You want some one as good as you."
Jamie was blushing bright scarlet by now and said, "Well if it helps, I had decided that it wasn't a date."
"Oh!" she said and it was her turn to blush.
They were about to turn their attentions back to the adventures of the Outcasts of Poker Flats, when Allison's dad could be heard from the other room, "The What Institute! You mean that you and that boy are freaks!?"
"oh, no. . ." Allison murmured.
Her father came storming in and pointed at Jamie, "Get out freak, or I will call the cops I swear to God." The eyes which had been kind and jovial when they had first met only a half hour ago, were now burning with hatred. Jamie gathered his things, and slowly walked out the door. Allison's father looked at her angrily and his hateful tirade could be heard until Logan started his motorcycle.
Jamie came home and finished his homework and went straight to bed. And though his roommate Bobby came in at nine, he was too late to hear Jamie cry himself to sleep.
The next day Mr. Landauer, his homeroom teacher, stood up with the announcements. At the end he added, "And even though the school board has chosen to allow mutants into our schools, it understands the desire of some families to escape the mutant menace and relocate students into other schools. Many of your classmates have already taken this route, Allison Harper for one has decided to evade the mutant stalking her.
Jamie couldn't believe the half-lie he was telling. He was also surprised that Allison's last name was Harper. He knew he would never have a chance at this school, especially now that Allison was gone.
The rest of the day was just horrible. Everyone had gotten over the shock that he was a mutant and decided it was now safe to give him hell. He would get jostled bumped and pushed over, and every time everyone would back away as three or more clones came out. Luckily Jamie could keep them on a tight leash. All he ever let them say was, "leave him alone," or something to that effect. Then they would help him up and merged back in.
His only respite was Gym class. Coach Takahashi made sure no one picked on him. After class Coach pulled Jamie aside and told him that he was impressed with the way Jamie was controlling himself, and that if it were him, he would have busted some heads by now. Jamie just nodded dumbly and went on.
When he went home he went to sulk in the common room. Suddenly Kurt bamfed in. (A/N: contest scene begins now. It is to the best of my recollection, so there may be a few things wrong, plus I had to change a few things to make it work)
"Mail call!" cried the blue furry elf. Almost everyone in the common room leapt up to form a horse shoe around Nightcrawler. Kurt began calling out the last names of the recipients of the letters:
"Lee,"
"Smith,"
While he was throwing the letter to the addressees he began showing off by throwing them behind his back and under his legs.
"Summers,"
"Drake"
"Drake,"
"Drake,"
"Drake," people were laughing and making noises as Bobby got his small pile of letters.
"Drake," Kurt smelled this one for effect as he tossed it to Bobby.
"Pryde,"
"Guthrie . . ."
"Guthrie . . ."
Once again he called Sam's name, and as the crowd turned around, they saw Same asleep on the couch. Kurt shook his head, grasped the letter by the bottom corner and threw it at Sam like a knife. After this he flourished his hands showing that he had no more mail.
Jamie sat beside Sam, who had just realized what had awoken him; the impact of the letter on his forehead.
"Hey I got a letter," he said as Jamie sat down beside him.
"Man," said Jamie, "You gonna have to read that to me, I aint gotten a letter since I got here." Jamie and Sam had gotten along well from the beginning, mostly because they were both farm boys.
"Its from my little brother, he writes
Dear Sam,
We sure have been missing you on the farm. Uncle Daryl fixed up his old mustang, and now it runs like greased owl shit,"
Jamie interrupted him, "That's a simile aint it,"
"Yeah it is, anyway.
(A/N End scene)
"Then it broke down when he rolled it in a race with Dunnam brothers. Then you should see some of the . . ." Sam began to just stare at the paper. "Oh, no. . . I gotta talk to the Professor!"
Any ways on with the story, it is still the first day and Jamie has been primping.
On My own Two Feet; A Jamie Madrox Story
"Um. . . Mr. Logan?" Jamie asked timidly.
"Yeah what's up short man?" replied the gruff Canadian.
"Um, I was wondering, that is if your not too busy. . "
"Do you need a ride or help with some piece of homework?" Logan completed for the nervous boy.
"Um, ride. I made plans to study with a friend. I didn't want to ask Ms. Munroe, I think she would have a field day that I am just going over to another students house, I don't even want to tell her its girl." Jamie fidgeted; he knew that he could at least trust Mr. Logan to be discrete. If he told Ms. Munroe she would be aw-ing so loud half the school would think he was on a date.
Logan raised a brow, "Going over to a girls house, huh?"
"Um, yes sir."
"Do we need to have a . . . um . . . talk?"
"About what?"
Logan gave him a pointed look.
"Oh! No, Bobby told me all about that. It was the most uncomfortable five minutes of my life."
"Five minutes . . . short man I think you and I still have a few things to cover."
After a half an hour discussion, Jamie sat wide eyed, looking at Logan, who for the first time in his memory, was blushing; brightly. "Um . . . wow," Jamie squeaked.
"Yeah, that's about how it feels after it too."
"So then . . . but then . . ." But Jamie couldn't form a coherent thought. He eventually decided that he was way too young to have to deal with the kind of consequences Logan had described. Thus he decided that, no matter what Allison thought, this was NOT a date. "Um. will you be giving me the ride then?" he finally managed to ask.
"Yeah, but I will be staying there to make sure you two actually study books, and not . . . well anatomy."
Jamie didn't understand Logan's joke until he was bedded down for the night. But he was overjoyed that Logan had agreed to give him a ride. So Jamie ran and grabbed the spare helmet, and they were off.
They pulled up to the house that Allison had given him the address to. It was nice; two stories, a light blue with white trimming. They knocked on the door and a man answered who was a little taller than Logan. He looked down at Jamie and asked "Are you Ally's little boyfriend?"
A screech from behind him saying, "Daddy!" he opened the door wider and Allison was coming down the stairs in a hurried fashion. "I told you never to call me that in front of my friends! And he isn't my boyfriend, this is not a date. We are just friends."
Both the father and Logan laughed heartily. The father waved them in and eyed Logan, "And you are sir?"
"Logan, I . . . uh . . . I'm a tutor for the kid." Logan said, never quite sure how to explain his relationship with the kids. Especially since he want like Ororo, Henry or Charles, and teaching things. He just showed them how to make sure that they and their friends lived and their enemies didn't.
"Come on Jamie," Allison said taking him by the wrist, "We're set up in the dining room."
She led them into the small, compared to what Jamie was used to, dining room. He looked around and decided he like it. It was cozy. On the table was a pile of books and notebooks. Jamie noticed a lot of spots on the wall where there appeared to be pictures missing. Allison saw him looking, and as he opened his mouth to ask she said, "No one gets to seem me as a two year old." Jamie caught the smile she added to the end and laughed. The started cracking on the homework, and were only interrupted twice. Allison's father came through to get two beers, one for Logan.
Half way through the English assignment she looked up at Jamie and asked, "Was this a date?"
Jamie was thrown by the question and searched fruitlessly through his notes hoping she was talking about something in the story. He turned to her and said, "Um . . . I don't know. I was wondering about that too. Did you think it was?"
"well that's the thing," she said, "My dad was oohing and awing about it. And I didn't mean for it to be one. And I like you and all, but I am really not your type."
Jamie lowered his head as he guessed what this was about, "Is it because I'm a . . ." but he never got to finish as Allison covered his mouth.
"Don't mention that," she said in an urgent whisper, "My dad doesn't like . . . well you know." Jamie began to feel more sure that his genetics was the reason for his non-date status, "But that isn't the reason I said that I'm not your type."
Now Jamie was really confused. Allison saw this and began to explain, "Listen, you are a sweet guy, the sweetest I have ever met. But I am not the kind of girl you should go out with, I am rude, I am wild, and I am very . . . well, 'friendly'. The kind of girl you desereve is sweet and nice, and probably a farm girl. You want some one as good as you."
Jamie was blushing bright scarlet by now and said, "Well if it helps, I had decided that it wasn't a date."
"Oh!" she said and it was her turn to blush.
They were about to turn their attentions back to the adventures of the Outcasts of Poker Flats, when Allison's dad could be heard from the other room, "The What Institute! You mean that you and that boy are freaks!?"
"oh, no. . ." Allison murmured.
Her father came storming in and pointed at Jamie, "Get out freak, or I will call the cops I swear to God." The eyes which had been kind and jovial when they had first met only a half hour ago, were now burning with hatred. Jamie gathered his things, and slowly walked out the door. Allison's father looked at her angrily and his hateful tirade could be heard until Logan started his motorcycle.
Jamie came home and finished his homework and went straight to bed. And though his roommate Bobby came in at nine, he was too late to hear Jamie cry himself to sleep.
The next day Mr. Landauer, his homeroom teacher, stood up with the announcements. At the end he added, "And even though the school board has chosen to allow mutants into our schools, it understands the desire of some families to escape the mutant menace and relocate students into other schools. Many of your classmates have already taken this route, Allison Harper for one has decided to evade the mutant stalking her.
Jamie couldn't believe the half-lie he was telling. He was also surprised that Allison's last name was Harper. He knew he would never have a chance at this school, especially now that Allison was gone.
The rest of the day was just horrible. Everyone had gotten over the shock that he was a mutant and decided it was now safe to give him hell. He would get jostled bumped and pushed over, and every time everyone would back away as three or more clones came out. Luckily Jamie could keep them on a tight leash. All he ever let them say was, "leave him alone," or something to that effect. Then they would help him up and merged back in.
His only respite was Gym class. Coach Takahashi made sure no one picked on him. After class Coach pulled Jamie aside and told him that he was impressed with the way Jamie was controlling himself, and that if it were him, he would have busted some heads by now. Jamie just nodded dumbly and went on.
When he went home he went to sulk in the common room. Suddenly Kurt bamfed in. (A/N: contest scene begins now. It is to the best of my recollection, so there may be a few things wrong, plus I had to change a few things to make it work)
"Mail call!" cried the blue furry elf. Almost everyone in the common room leapt up to form a horse shoe around Nightcrawler. Kurt began calling out the last names of the recipients of the letters:
"Lee,"
"Smith,"
While he was throwing the letter to the addressees he began showing off by throwing them behind his back and under his legs.
"Summers,"
"Drake"
"Drake,"
"Drake,"
"Drake," people were laughing and making noises as Bobby got his small pile of letters.
"Drake," Kurt smelled this one for effect as he tossed it to Bobby.
"Pryde,"
"Guthrie . . ."
"Guthrie . . ."
Once again he called Sam's name, and as the crowd turned around, they saw Same asleep on the couch. Kurt shook his head, grasped the letter by the bottom corner and threw it at Sam like a knife. After this he flourished his hands showing that he had no more mail.
Jamie sat beside Sam, who had just realized what had awoken him; the impact of the letter on his forehead.
"Hey I got a letter," he said as Jamie sat down beside him.
"Man," said Jamie, "You gonna have to read that to me, I aint gotten a letter since I got here." Jamie and Sam had gotten along well from the beginning, mostly because they were both farm boys.
"Its from my little brother, he writes
Dear Sam,
We sure have been missing you on the farm. Uncle Daryl fixed up his old mustang, and now it runs like greased owl shit,"
Jamie interrupted him, "That's a simile aint it,"
"Yeah it is, anyway.
(A/N End scene)
"Then it broke down when he rolled it in a race with Dunnam brothers. Then you should see some of the . . ." Sam began to just stare at the paper. "Oh, no. . . I gotta talk to the Professor!"