No reviews? I'm sad now…::crying::…not really, but I want to see some reviews. Please? Come on, this is a nice, long, good story. I mean 39 chapters and I started in what, mid December? Not bad. For me anyway. Well, if I don't see any more reviews, I have a good way to end the story. I think its about for that soon anyway.
Nothing is mine. Nothing! Maddy is though. Oh, is she something? Well, I mean anything with the X-Men or whatever.
After my little splurge with Remy, I apologized for it. He didn't understand, so I told him that we should get going. Dropping the conversation entirely. He agreed and we went out to the hangar, where Piotr and Pietro were working on the jet yet. "Are we going to be ready to go soon?" I whined as we approached them. "In an hour," Piotr said gruffly, "We just have to weld this last piece on and let it sit for awhile." He had this Russian accent. (A/N-I don't know how to write a Russian accent, so I'm just going to make Madison note it. Okay? Ok…) Remy sighed and went to the study where we had met the previous day. I sighed too, but stayed where I was. "So, I guess you were wrong about that falling asleep with a bump on my head thing. You over dramatize things too much," Pietro said out of nowhere. "Where'd that come from?" I asked, watching the bright welding flame. "I don't know. I just wanted you to know that you were wrong."
"I can see that. I saw that yesterday when I realized that you hadn't died," I said, my words half dripping with malice. "So you wanted me dead?" The welding light stopped. The bright blue flame was gone. Pietro's face was now in my eyes. "I didn't say that."
"Well, you said when you realized I wasn't dead."
"Well, if you are alive, you aren't dead. And I said that I saw that you weren't dead, so you are alive, and I said nothing remotely close to saying that I wanted you dead." He had traded his pissed off face, for a confused, and pissed face. "Screw it," I said, heading for the study. I heard the clatter of metal on metal, and turned to see Pietro running after me.
"Hey! What the hell is your problem!?" he called after me. I was fuming, and ignoring him. What about that love? Shut up. I kept walking, and ignoring his calls. Until he got his last words in. "What the hell? What about that love?! Wasn't that something that you wanted? What the hell is your deal? I thought that that was what that whole suicide thing was about!? Would you stop and talk to me!?" I stopped. Then I turned on my heel and stared at him. What did he want me to say? Say that you're cheating on him and see what he says. That ought to be fun. I shook my head and sighed. "I'm sorry Pietro. I'm just messed up right now. I'm not in the best mood, and I just want to get away from it all. I want to go back up there and relax," I said as I jabbed my thumb to the ceiling. "You won't be relaxing much, mining moon rocks. Or with the work that my father will-"
"That's what I don't like. Don't be such a jerk okay? Just go and do your work, and I'll go and do something to pass the time. And that love, I don't know about that love. Maybe it was at first sight and destined. Maybe we just got caught up in the moment. I don't know." Then I turned back to the way I was going, and walked away. He didn't follow. I let tears break through my shield. My shield that was supposed to make me strong. But it wasn't working today, so I walked to nowhere. To a wall. And I slid to the floor. And I cried even more. For nothing. For everything.
I sat there for an hour according to my head. Cause that was when Mags called for everybody to get on the jet. So, I guess that that had been an hour for the jet to sit. Before any body came out to see me this way, I gathered my emotions, and pulled them all back into my head and stood up. Don't get upset on the ride. Just go, and be cool, and then when you get home, go to your room and lock the door. And stay there. Locking yourself in your room won't help. And Remy will come looking for you. You know that. I do know that. But he can't get in there. So, I'm safe. And away from him. Even though I would like him in there with me. To help me be calm and tell me that everything that won't ever be okay will be. How indecisive…Oh shut up, and just do what we planned. Alright.
I ran to the jet, to get the single seat in the back, and made it without anybody bothering me. I got into the closet, pulled a helmet and suit out, threw them on, and sat down. Then I buckled my belt and sat back. Ready. I closed my eyes as I rested my head on the soft seat, and wished for my headphones. My headphones…damn…
A few minutes later, Piotr and Pyro came in. I opened my eyes as they clunked to the back, then closed them again. But, they flipped open again as more feet announced the entrance of Toad, Fred, and Lance. Pietro, Remy, and Mystique were yet to be seen. Oh, and Sabretooth. Where was he? I shrugged as the guys shuffled past, carrying helmets and suits. I watched as they all pulled them on and sat down, then start their conversations. I closed my eyes, yet again, and wished even more for my headphones as Toad and Pyro began to argue. Eventually, Remy and Sabretooth got on the jet. Remy smiled at me, and I gave him a weak one. He let it go. Sabretooth was same as ever, growling and looking menacing. Finally, I saw Mystique and Mags get on in the front of the jet. I looked around for Pietro. He wasn't here. Well, now you can do anything you want with Remy. Shut up. Stop thinking like that. I want to make everything better with him and I. "Is Pietro coming!?" I called over the ruckus. "No. He's staying here!" Lance called back. I nodded to myself and sighed. Guess I'll have to fix this over the computer. I would leave it alone. Be with Remy. You are me. And I'm going to fix it. So shut the hell up. And that was that.
I fell asleep again. And it was now that I realized that those dreams had gone away. Those bad ones I used to have. I wonder what happened? I don't care, I'm glad. I am. Those were torture for me. This sleep was nice. I think I dreamt a bit of Remy. And a bit of Pietro. I am so torn. This was a bad feeling to have. But somehow, a good one.
"Hey! Somebody wake Madison up!" I heard through my sleep. I opened my eyes and looked around. We were back on the moon! This was great. I was free again. "Hey! Wake up!" I heard…Right next to my ear. "Hey! Back the hell off!" I screamed right back. Pyro, my wake up call, backed up. And then he ran. I shook my head and unbuckled myself. Then I stood up and stretched, pulled my suit and helmet off, and followed the guys off the jet.
Like before, the moon radiated such energy. The glow was entrancing and warm. The firm ground was a whole different walking experience. The stars were twinkling brighter than ever, and the blackness was almost intimidating this time. I took a deep breath as I stepped off the jet. Don't be such a drama queen, idiot. I'm not a drama queen at all. Shut up! I'm getting annoyed with this voice. These voices. They're all bad. And negative. I ran to the door of the mansion and smiled as I walked into the familiar palace. And I didn't waste any time getting to my room. I ported instead of run up there, and I locked my door. Back home again. This was marvelous. I ran to my window, ripped the curtains open, and let the void of space pour into my room. Then I went to my TV and turned it to FUZA. Nonstop music hour! I laughed, turned the volume all the way up, and plopped on to my bed. I'm never leaving this place again. I want to live here forever. No matter who with, or how, I want to live here!
Just as everything was beginning to be right and better for me, something happened. I couldn't have expected it, cause I couldn't tell. I couldn't read any signs. Over all of my music ruckus, a shrill beeping made its way to my ears. I turned to the culprit.
Ok, so I haven't updated in forever, but here it is. I hope you like it. I have to think for the next one now. What should happen? I don't know. What should? Feedback? Are you out there?