Play Nice It's Kitty's Birthday
Weeks later the Misfits were still more liked than the X-Men were. Mainly because they worked for the government they were seen as 'legal'. Not to mention a lot of people thought that's where mutants belonged anyway. Although Xavier had tried to portray the good the X-men did and emphasized more on the Institute as a school, the X-Men were still looked at with suspicion and hatred.
As tense as things were, things were about to change again for one X-Man. Ironically it was intended to be a happy break. "I can't believe I'm going to be seventeen tomorrow!" Kitty squealed as she planned her outfits for the week. "And my parents are coming for a visit this weekend!"
"That's so nice," Jean sighed.
"Your folks are still a little miffed about graduation huh?" Kitty asked.
"Well they understand what happened but…" Jean sighed.
"They're still wigged out huh?" Rogue asked.
"Not that I blame them," Jean sighed. "They're not like Bobby's folks. They still love me and aren't going to disown me or anything like that but…Well let's just say they're not happy with my 'career choices' as my mom likes to put it."
"Well I can kind of understand that," Kitty sighed. "Like remember when my powers first manifested? My parents totally freaked! They were in such denial. But they're a lot better about now."
"Well it's nice your folks have accepted you," Rogue sighed. "I…"
Just then Kurt walked in. "Kitty I…" He stiffened. "Nothing. I'll ask you later."
"You can ask her now!" Rogue snapped. "God Kurt if you don't have enough guts to…"
"Listen both of you!" Kitty snapped. "I am sick of this! My two best friends are constantly fighting and it's tearing me apart! I don't want to take sides. I just want you two to get along for my birthday! Is that too much to ask?"
Both were quiet. "You're right," Rogue sighed.
"I suppose we can have some sort of truce," Kurt said.
"Fine Kurt what did you want to ask me?" Kitty sighed.
"Do your parents know…about how I look?" Kurt fidgeted.
"They've seen the news reports and I've sent them e-mails with pictures," Kitty remarked. "They know. You don't have to worry Kurt. I've told them all about you. It's okay."
"Yeah but do they know about Peter and Avalanche?" Rogue asked.
"No and I'd appreciate it if you guys keep that little tidbit to yourselves," Kitty sighed. "I'm nervous enough about introducing Lockheed to them."
"Kitty your folks are here!" Tabitha shouted.
"Already?" Kitty squealed. She phased through the floors to the foyer. "Mom! Dad! It's good to…"
She stopped when she saw that Lockheed had jumped on top of her father and was currently licking him. "AAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Mr. Pryde yelled.
"Lockheed no!" Kitty grabbed him. "Down boy!"
"Lockheed?" Mrs. Pryde blinked. "As in your 'pet lizard'?"
"Uh hi Mom," Kitty gulped. "Dad this is Lockheed. He's my pet. He's very affectionate!"
"I'll say," Mr. Pryde wiped off the dragon slobber with a handkerchief. "He looks like a dragon."
"That's because he is a dragon," Tabitha smirked.
"Thanks a lot Tabitha…" Kitty rolled her eyes.
An hour later after her parents had settled in and were talking to some of the students Kitty met Tabitha in the kitchen. "Look Tabitha I would really appreciate it if you don't say anything to my parents about Peter or Lance until I get a chance to tell them okay?"
"Kitty…"
"I know I should have told them long ago but I couldn't find the time or the words."
"Kitty…"
"I mean how do you tell your parents that you're dating two guys and one of them nearly killed them? That conversation is so not going to go well."
"Look Kitty I get it but…"
"I just want this weekend to go well so please don't tell them! Okay?"
"I'm afraid it's a bit too late," Tabitha sighed. "Jamie's with them."
"Oh no!" Kitty said. "You don't think he blabbed about Lance and Peter do you?"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY DAUGHTER IS DATING TWO BOYS AT ONCE?" Mr. Pryde shouted. "AND ONE OF THEM IS THAT ALVERS BOY?"
"Odds are that he did," Tabitha said.
"Oh god…" Kitty rolled her eyes. Little did she know that little indiscretion would be the least of her problems.
