Aww... only two reviews... Ah well! I'll reserve my whiningness for later!
Evanescence Kicks Ass: To much of a wimp to watch Hannibal? I don't blame you! It's blech *makes like she's feeling really sick*. To tell the truth, I haven't read anything by Anne Rice, but my friend Taineyah exclaims that she's her favourite author! I saw Queen of the Damned. That's as close to Anne Rice as I've gotten. And I still maintain that the Vampire LaStadd (spelling?) looks like Gambit! He even has a French accent!!! rawr!
Taineyah: You rock my socks! Y'know, we should do a movie together! Imagine it! We'll call it 'Caligula- the Early Years'!
General information: YAY! Well, as it turns out, this fic is slightly more than AU.. It IS AU. BAH HA HAHAHAHAHAA!! Expect to see some ROMY in the future! Not a whole lot, but enough! Some parts in this fic are based on a fanfic by Taineyah. Anything that mentions a band or music, is dedicated to her, because she's rockabilly!
DISCLAIMER: YES! Precious! Mine mine mine! *bounce bounce* What? What do you want?! NOOoooooo..... *three little leprechauns come and take Evolution away from Amieva*
*sniffle* Read the chapter... WHAAAAAAA!!!!
#############################################################
"So, what do you think of her?" Kitty brushed the tangles out of her long-brown hair, inwardly cursing it's thickness.
"Who? Wanda?" Rogue was preoccupied with finding another mesh-shirt to wear to the mall.
"No, like, the other closet-goth we met today! Yes, Wanda!"
"She's cool... Kitty-"
"Yep?"
"-Explain why one of your shirts is in MAH closet?" Rogue held up a fuzzy, pink sweater with a white kitten on the front.
"That's not mine, that's the shirt Jean gave you last Christmas."
"Oh... right..." Rogue wrinkled her nose in disgust, "remind me to burn it later."
Kitty shrugged, plopping down on her bed with a 'Teen-Magazine'. "If you don't want it, you could, like, give it away at your next concert."
Rogue burst out laughing. "Believe me, Katherine Pryde, nobody who goes to one of mah concerts is gunna want this thang!" she tossed it back into her closet, and dusted her hands off. She walked over to the armchair and lifted her guitar into her lap. "So, you comin' to practice t'morrow?" Rogue asked her perky room-mate as she adjusted the strings of her white acoustic.
Kitty looked up from her article on proper body-hair removal. "Don't you mean the next episode of 'Git Away From Me Ya Stinkin' Swamp-Rat!' ?" Kitty giggled at Rogue's sour expression "Yeah, of course I'll be there!"
"Ah swear, as soon as Ah find another Bass-Guitarist, Monsieur God's- Gift-ta-Women is gettin' replaced!"
Kitty sighed, and flipped the page of her magazine. There was an article underneath a mascara ad titled '15-Ways to Tell if You're a Mutant'. She scoffed and held it closer to the light. "I don't believe this..."
Rogue lowered her guitar and glanced up at Kitty. "What'cha got there?"
Kitty took in a deep breath and read it out-loud, "... Nowadays, it's hard to tell the humans from the super-humans. Hopefully, this will help you get some insight on who you really are..."
Rogue grimaced, "that's pathetic!"
"... If you have green skin, you are a mutant. Either that, or you need to use Neerglow Facial Wash, three times daily for best results..."
"Please, stop readin' that out loud, you're gunna make me sick!" Rogue joked, bouncing onto her own bed.
"... Do you have X-Ray-Vision..."
"Good night, Kitty!" Rogue turned out her lamp.
"... Do you often find yourself having the urge to streak..."
"GOOD NIGHT, KITTY!"
~*~
St.John spied Wanda in the foyer, looking for her purse. He decided to mess with her for a bit, just to see what she was up to. He rather enjoyed getting a rise out of the girl on occasion. It wasn't that he liked to upset her, it just amused him how he could effect her emotions!
He spied her purse beside the desk and plucked it up when her back was turned.
"Lookin' for somethin'?"
Wanda spun around, coming face-to-face with St.John Allerdyce, holding her purse. "You found it! Thank-" she went to take it from him, but he pulled it out of her reach. "Give me my purse, Kangaroo-boy..." she growled.
"I'm only playin' with ya, doll." he handed her the black nylon bag. "Where are ya goin' anyway?"
"Mall." Wanda answered simply, busily digging through her pockets for her wallet.
The (SEXY) Aussie huffed, "why would you need to go the the mall for? Don't you have enough clothing?"
"A friend of mine said I need a change of style..." where did that blasted wallet get to?!
"New style? Well, that's good. Y'know, purple just isn't your colour." he watched her frantic searching with a mirthful smirk. "Are ya practicing the Macarena?"
Wanda looked up at him. Her face clearly displayed a look that said 'we are NOT amused'. "I can't find my wallet!"
St.John pulled a small rectangular object out from behind his back. "Does it resemble this?"
Wanda's blue eyes widened. How did HE get her wallet when she clearly remembered putting it in her pocket earlier that morning? "How the hell did you get that?!"
"I can do a lot of things." he winked, dodging Wanda's hand. He lifted it over his head, just to see what she would do. Wanda glared at him for a moment, then her face and body suddenly relaxed. This change puzzled the pyromaniac to no end.
Wanda had decided to play her own little mind game with him. She glided up right in front of him, so their faces were only a few inches away. She smiled as her eyes narrowed. "John..." she said in a low and husky voice
St.John gulped helplessly. This was certainly a side of her he had never seen before! He tried his best to mimic her seductive look, thinking that maybe his masculinity was the cause of her sudden attitude.
Wanda reached up and stroked his cheek, tracing her finger across his jaw. She watched as her adversary's composure crumbled under her influence. She took her opportunity to strike. She grabbed his ear and pulled down as hard as she could without tearing it off! This lowered St.John's body enough that she could whisper in his ear. "Don't shit with me, St.John." Wanda snatched her wallet out of his clutches and stepped back to view her work.
"Bloody hell!"
"Sorry!" she grinned, dropping her wallet into her open purse. A car horn blasted from outside. "Well, I've got to get going! Bye, John!" She bounded out the door.
"I'm gonna to get you back, Shiela! That's a promise!"
St.John watched as Wanda climbed into the passenger side of a beige station-wagon. He let out a long breath, and continued to soothe his injured lobe. He smirked and walked off.
~*~
"Like, oh my GOD! This top would totally look cute on you!" Kitty held yet another pastel shirt up to Wanda.
Wanda looked up from the rack of pants she was searching and grimaced. She definitely did not want to wear anything that had glitter on it. She shook her head and went back to inspecting a pair of black cargo pants.
Kitty shrugged. "Well, it'd look totally cute on me too!" she draped it over her arm, that already held a large pile of clothing.
Rogue finally had enough of this. She tossed a pink blouse back onto the shelf. "Ah'm hungry. Do you guys wanna head to the food court?"
"Sure! Let me just pay for this stuff, then we can boogie!"
Wanda, still carrying the cargo pants, and Rogue followed a bouncing Kitty (silly mental image) to the cashier. They paid for their purchases, Rogue picked up a Rammstien album, and went on their merry way to ye olde foode courte.
~*~
Wanda and Rogue chatted away as they munched on cheeseburgers (Kitty had a salad). Kitty had left them a few moments earlier to catch up with her friend Danielle. Finally, Rogue was left to take Wanda to the stores that SHE had in mind.
Wanda was led to a dark alcove, dedicated to spikes, chains and other such skulled wonders (pweetie!).
"Alrigh'. We're gunna start small, then build up from there-" Rogue began until she turned to see Wanda reading the cover of a book. "What's that?"
" 'Unlocking the Universe- a Complete Guide to Magik Spells and Supernatural Occurances' " Wanda read. "Do you think I could have superpowers, Rogue?" she laughed.
Rogue joined in her laughter, but only halfheartedly. Wanda didn't have a clue about Rogue or Kitty's mutations. Would she accept them if she knew? Wanda was an awesome friend. She reminded Rogue of Risty, only with a better haircut. "There's only one way to find out!" she added the book to a growing pile of chokers, chains, belts, bracelets, corsettes and baggy pants (Maggs gave Wanda a huge allowance).
Wanda held up a blue silk Chinese-style blouse without sleeves. It had a pattern of vines entwining with a dragon. "Do you think they'd have this in red?"
Rogue raised an eyebrow in question. "Ah thought your favourite colour was purple."
"Nah... I guess it was before the accident, but I'm leaning more towards dark reds now."
"Accident?!"
"Yeah," Wanda's voice lowered, "I was in an accident. My dad told me that it was a miracle that I survived (we all know the truth!). I can't remember anything before waking up on the hospital though..."
Rogue gawked. She thought HER life was shitty! This girl didn't even know hers!
"Ah well. That's all over. I'm back home with my family." Wanda finally found a similar blouse in red, except it looked less traditional with flames coming up from the bottom. She shrugged and tossed it onto the pile.
"So, are you guys doing anything tomorrow?"
"Yea. Ah got band practice t'morrow an' Kitty's doin' sound for us."
"Band practice? You in the school band?"
Rogue looked positively insulted at Wanda's innocent question. "HELL NO! It's just four mut- Ah mean three other guys an' mahself." Rogue just caught herself before she revealed her secret! Another thought crossed her mind. She didn't know that much about Wanda, there was a possibility! "Hey, Wanda!"
"Yep?"
"By any chance, do ya play Bass Guitar?"
"No, sorry. Why? Do you need one?"
Rogue shook her head in defeat. "Nah... Never mind."
~*~
Wanda walked up the front steps of the house. It was quite dark out, and the climate was getting colder by the day. She opened the door and was greeted by silence.
"Hello?!" she called out, not expecting an answer. Her thoughts were confirmed. She ventured into the kitchen and spied a scrap of paper lying on the table- it was a note from her father.
- Wanda
Something came up at the office today, and I needed to take the boys with me. I probably won't be back until Monday, but I'll be sending the others home for tomorrow.
I hope you had a good day.
Dad-
"Working over-time again..." Wanda wondered out loud. Her father was rarely home due to his busy work schedule. The only times she saw him was when he had a job for one of the tenants to do.
She crumpled up the note, threw it out, and headed upstairs to sleep.
###########################################################
Feed my starving ego! Leave a review!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
Evanescence Kicks Ass: To much of a wimp to watch Hannibal? I don't blame you! It's blech *makes like she's feeling really sick*. To tell the truth, I haven't read anything by Anne Rice, but my friend Taineyah exclaims that she's her favourite author! I saw Queen of the Damned. That's as close to Anne Rice as I've gotten. And I still maintain that the Vampire LaStadd (spelling?) looks like Gambit! He even has a French accent!!! rawr!
Taineyah: You rock my socks! Y'know, we should do a movie together! Imagine it! We'll call it 'Caligula- the Early Years'!
General information: YAY! Well, as it turns out, this fic is slightly more than AU.. It IS AU. BAH HA HAHAHAHAHAA!! Expect to see some ROMY in the future! Not a whole lot, but enough! Some parts in this fic are based on a fanfic by Taineyah. Anything that mentions a band or music, is dedicated to her, because she's rockabilly!
DISCLAIMER: YES! Precious! Mine mine mine! *bounce bounce* What? What do you want?! NOOoooooo..... *three little leprechauns come and take Evolution away from Amieva*
*sniffle* Read the chapter... WHAAAAAAA!!!!
#############################################################
"So, what do you think of her?" Kitty brushed the tangles out of her long-brown hair, inwardly cursing it's thickness.
"Who? Wanda?" Rogue was preoccupied with finding another mesh-shirt to wear to the mall.
"No, like, the other closet-goth we met today! Yes, Wanda!"
"She's cool... Kitty-"
"Yep?"
"-Explain why one of your shirts is in MAH closet?" Rogue held up a fuzzy, pink sweater with a white kitten on the front.
"That's not mine, that's the shirt Jean gave you last Christmas."
"Oh... right..." Rogue wrinkled her nose in disgust, "remind me to burn it later."
Kitty shrugged, plopping down on her bed with a 'Teen-Magazine'. "If you don't want it, you could, like, give it away at your next concert."
Rogue burst out laughing. "Believe me, Katherine Pryde, nobody who goes to one of mah concerts is gunna want this thang!" she tossed it back into her closet, and dusted her hands off. She walked over to the armchair and lifted her guitar into her lap. "So, you comin' to practice t'morrow?" Rogue asked her perky room-mate as she adjusted the strings of her white acoustic.
Kitty looked up from her article on proper body-hair removal. "Don't you mean the next episode of 'Git Away From Me Ya Stinkin' Swamp-Rat!' ?" Kitty giggled at Rogue's sour expression "Yeah, of course I'll be there!"
"Ah swear, as soon as Ah find another Bass-Guitarist, Monsieur God's- Gift-ta-Women is gettin' replaced!"
Kitty sighed, and flipped the page of her magazine. There was an article underneath a mascara ad titled '15-Ways to Tell if You're a Mutant'. She scoffed and held it closer to the light. "I don't believe this..."
Rogue lowered her guitar and glanced up at Kitty. "What'cha got there?"
Kitty took in a deep breath and read it out-loud, "... Nowadays, it's hard to tell the humans from the super-humans. Hopefully, this will help you get some insight on who you really are..."
Rogue grimaced, "that's pathetic!"
"... If you have green skin, you are a mutant. Either that, or you need to use Neerglow Facial Wash, three times daily for best results..."
"Please, stop readin' that out loud, you're gunna make me sick!" Rogue joked, bouncing onto her own bed.
"... Do you have X-Ray-Vision..."
"Good night, Kitty!" Rogue turned out her lamp.
"... Do you often find yourself having the urge to streak..."
"GOOD NIGHT, KITTY!"
~*~
St.John spied Wanda in the foyer, looking for her purse. He decided to mess with her for a bit, just to see what she was up to. He rather enjoyed getting a rise out of the girl on occasion. It wasn't that he liked to upset her, it just amused him how he could effect her emotions!
He spied her purse beside the desk and plucked it up when her back was turned.
"Lookin' for somethin'?"
Wanda spun around, coming face-to-face with St.John Allerdyce, holding her purse. "You found it! Thank-" she went to take it from him, but he pulled it out of her reach. "Give me my purse, Kangaroo-boy..." she growled.
"I'm only playin' with ya, doll." he handed her the black nylon bag. "Where are ya goin' anyway?"
"Mall." Wanda answered simply, busily digging through her pockets for her wallet.
The (SEXY) Aussie huffed, "why would you need to go the the mall for? Don't you have enough clothing?"
"A friend of mine said I need a change of style..." where did that blasted wallet get to?!
"New style? Well, that's good. Y'know, purple just isn't your colour." he watched her frantic searching with a mirthful smirk. "Are ya practicing the Macarena?"
Wanda looked up at him. Her face clearly displayed a look that said 'we are NOT amused'. "I can't find my wallet!"
St.John pulled a small rectangular object out from behind his back. "Does it resemble this?"
Wanda's blue eyes widened. How did HE get her wallet when she clearly remembered putting it in her pocket earlier that morning? "How the hell did you get that?!"
"I can do a lot of things." he winked, dodging Wanda's hand. He lifted it over his head, just to see what she would do. Wanda glared at him for a moment, then her face and body suddenly relaxed. This change puzzled the pyromaniac to no end.
Wanda had decided to play her own little mind game with him. She glided up right in front of him, so their faces were only a few inches away. She smiled as her eyes narrowed. "John..." she said in a low and husky voice
St.John gulped helplessly. This was certainly a side of her he had never seen before! He tried his best to mimic her seductive look, thinking that maybe his masculinity was the cause of her sudden attitude.
Wanda reached up and stroked his cheek, tracing her finger across his jaw. She watched as her adversary's composure crumbled under her influence. She took her opportunity to strike. She grabbed his ear and pulled down as hard as she could without tearing it off! This lowered St.John's body enough that she could whisper in his ear. "Don't shit with me, St.John." Wanda snatched her wallet out of his clutches and stepped back to view her work.
"Bloody hell!"
"Sorry!" she grinned, dropping her wallet into her open purse. A car horn blasted from outside. "Well, I've got to get going! Bye, John!" She bounded out the door.
"I'm gonna to get you back, Shiela! That's a promise!"
St.John watched as Wanda climbed into the passenger side of a beige station-wagon. He let out a long breath, and continued to soothe his injured lobe. He smirked and walked off.
~*~
"Like, oh my GOD! This top would totally look cute on you!" Kitty held yet another pastel shirt up to Wanda.
Wanda looked up from the rack of pants she was searching and grimaced. She definitely did not want to wear anything that had glitter on it. She shook her head and went back to inspecting a pair of black cargo pants.
Kitty shrugged. "Well, it'd look totally cute on me too!" she draped it over her arm, that already held a large pile of clothing.
Rogue finally had enough of this. She tossed a pink blouse back onto the shelf. "Ah'm hungry. Do you guys wanna head to the food court?"
"Sure! Let me just pay for this stuff, then we can boogie!"
Wanda, still carrying the cargo pants, and Rogue followed a bouncing Kitty (silly mental image) to the cashier. They paid for their purchases, Rogue picked up a Rammstien album, and went on their merry way to ye olde foode courte.
~*~
Wanda and Rogue chatted away as they munched on cheeseburgers (Kitty had a salad). Kitty had left them a few moments earlier to catch up with her friend Danielle. Finally, Rogue was left to take Wanda to the stores that SHE had in mind.
Wanda was led to a dark alcove, dedicated to spikes, chains and other such skulled wonders (pweetie!).
"Alrigh'. We're gunna start small, then build up from there-" Rogue began until she turned to see Wanda reading the cover of a book. "What's that?"
" 'Unlocking the Universe- a Complete Guide to Magik Spells and Supernatural Occurances' " Wanda read. "Do you think I could have superpowers, Rogue?" she laughed.
Rogue joined in her laughter, but only halfheartedly. Wanda didn't have a clue about Rogue or Kitty's mutations. Would she accept them if she knew? Wanda was an awesome friend. She reminded Rogue of Risty, only with a better haircut. "There's only one way to find out!" she added the book to a growing pile of chokers, chains, belts, bracelets, corsettes and baggy pants (Maggs gave Wanda a huge allowance).
Wanda held up a blue silk Chinese-style blouse without sleeves. It had a pattern of vines entwining with a dragon. "Do you think they'd have this in red?"
Rogue raised an eyebrow in question. "Ah thought your favourite colour was purple."
"Nah... I guess it was before the accident, but I'm leaning more towards dark reds now."
"Accident?!"
"Yeah," Wanda's voice lowered, "I was in an accident. My dad told me that it was a miracle that I survived (we all know the truth!). I can't remember anything before waking up on the hospital though..."
Rogue gawked. She thought HER life was shitty! This girl didn't even know hers!
"Ah well. That's all over. I'm back home with my family." Wanda finally found a similar blouse in red, except it looked less traditional with flames coming up from the bottom. She shrugged and tossed it onto the pile.
"So, are you guys doing anything tomorrow?"
"Yea. Ah got band practice t'morrow an' Kitty's doin' sound for us."
"Band practice? You in the school band?"
Rogue looked positively insulted at Wanda's innocent question. "HELL NO! It's just four mut- Ah mean three other guys an' mahself." Rogue just caught herself before she revealed her secret! Another thought crossed her mind. She didn't know that much about Wanda, there was a possibility! "Hey, Wanda!"
"Yep?"
"By any chance, do ya play Bass Guitar?"
"No, sorry. Why? Do you need one?"
Rogue shook her head in defeat. "Nah... Never mind."
~*~
Wanda walked up the front steps of the house. It was quite dark out, and the climate was getting colder by the day. She opened the door and was greeted by silence.
"Hello?!" she called out, not expecting an answer. Her thoughts were confirmed. She ventured into the kitchen and spied a scrap of paper lying on the table- it was a note from her father.
- Wanda
Something came up at the office today, and I needed to take the boys with me. I probably won't be back until Monday, but I'll be sending the others home for tomorrow.
I hope you had a good day.
Dad-
"Working over-time again..." Wanda wondered out loud. Her father was rarely home due to his busy work schedule. The only times she saw him was when he had a job for one of the tenants to do.
She crumpled up the note, threw it out, and headed upstairs to sleep.
###########################################################
Feed my starving ego! Leave a review!
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!