Read it my little minions.

Taineyah: Since you happen to be sitting right next to me as i write this, writing anything TO you would seem utterly pointless because if I had anything to say to you, I could just turn my head to the left a bit then say it... But you also happen to be reading over my shoulder and have corrected my spelling on a few occasions... Then an interdimensional rift will open and we will all be sucked in... and it's all your fault.

Evanescence Kicks Ass: Poo' Pyro. We should perform a mercy glomping.

Girl Number 1: It's funny how I have more planned for the sequel than I do for this one... . I suck!

Goldylokz: Stoopid Simon and his stoopid stoopidness. I really wish I didn't have to write him in, and just have gratuitous JONDA making like bunnies... but where would the story be?! ANSWER ME THAT!! OH GOD!!!! I need coffee...

Persona the ITG: I dunno... A monkey sculpted out of cheese would be nice, but I wouldn't be able to have a conversation out of it, much less a review. You guys review. I like you!

Caliente: Yea, about the hat... I'm working on fanart. Simon is an ebil bunghole, and we don't likes him... again I'm typing like Gollum! grrr...

Sparkie-The Wateringcan: I read that story you wrote with Mesmero thinking he's cupid, and thought, "NOO!!!! Sconda makes me wanna be sick!" but luckily, watching Pyro struggle to get his fire back sustained me. It made me laugh much. Oh, and don't worry, Simon will most certainly get his. I don't think I've seen the word 'dick' so many times in one place before! It was astounding!

Ishandahalf: I like cheese.

Fluffy's Number 1 Gal: About Rogue not recognizing Wanda... See, Wanda escaped the assylum on her own and went straight after Magneto (after cutting and dying her hair and stealing awesome clothes). She's never fought the X-Men, so they don't know her.... it works in my head, okay?!

crazyspaceystracey: JONDA shippers should unite and dominate. We rock. booyacka! *shrug*

General information: Y'know what would be awesome?! If people would draw fanart for this fic! Well... I already am... If you readers wanna do it too, and be as so kind as to send it to me... I guess it could be a contest type thingie... but I'm not very good at organizing things... *hides her bedroom from sight*... yea.

Also, there's random interludes during this thing that may or may not go with the flow of the fanfic. It's up to you do decide which ones fit in or not. They were mostly for my entertainment.

DISCLAIMER: I'm not getting paid enough!

Amieva: Or at all...

DISCLAIMER: WHAT?! I'm calling my AGENT!

Amieva: I am your agent, you dink!

DISCLAIMER: When did that happen?!

Amieva: Since I own your SOUL!!! BAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

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A random interlude. The Silmultanious Thoughts of All the Characters in this Story.

Wanda: I can't believe it! Simon Williams asked me out! Simon WILLIAMS! I, Wanda Lehnsherr, have a date with the hotteset guy in school!!! Man... Life is great! Why do I get the feeling that someone is watching me... Wow. John looks like his cat just died or something...

John: Stupid Wanker! If I didn't know he was an idiot, I'd say he was up to something... Wanda looks pretty today... she looks pretty most days... like fire... Huh? Oh geeze, she's looking at me! Smile you idiot!

Rogue: I have a gig! I have a gig!!! If Remy weren't so irritating, and I didn't have my powers, I could KISS him! He is quite attractive. Wanda's lucky. She's got that date coming up... Why is that John guy staring at her? Does he like her or something? I thought he only likes fire...

Mrs. Scobles: I'm not getting paid enough.

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Kitty: I need help with my designs. I'm not good at drawing! I'm glad I'm working with Meggan, though. She understands me, and my passion for pop- culture. I just wish she was more... literate.

Meggan: Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian... OH! Shiny! Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian. Mrs. Meggan Braddock... No! Mrs. Brian Braddock... Oh! Mrs. Meggan LeFaye-Braddock! OH! Better one! Mrs. Brian LeFaye-Braddock! That great hunk of British beefcake! Brian Brian Brian Brian Brian... Kitty looks slightly cross... I wonder what's wrong...

Simon: Oh yea! I'm pickin' up! I'm hotter than fire, now... lessee... how does this sewing machine work again? Erm... Maybe I should have paid attention that one day instead of stare at Meggan's ass (if you haven't guessed, they're in Fashion Class). OW!! SHIT!!! That was my finger!!!

Ms. Tailor: Great... more blood-soaked spandex

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Piotr: *translated from Russian* I must think of a way to meet Kitty. Geeze, Peter, stop it! You're way too shy to say anything to her. What did you say last time you saw her? Borscht? You said Borscht!! And she laughed at you! I'm such a loser...

Remy: *translated from French* I wonder if those full body stockings are as versatile as they say... What's that smell?! Eww! John left an open jar of Vegemite on the counter! How long has that been there?! That's disgusting! This is probably revenge for teasing him about his little crush on Maggie's daughter.

Mageneto: BAH HAHAHA!! They can't read MY thoughts, because I'm wearing my bucke-er-Helmet!! Suckahs!! Life is good. I have Pietro out looking for Mystique, Wanda doesn't want to kill me, and I beat Charles in our last game of Scrabble! I love triple-word-scores! Bite me, Leonardo DiCaprio, because I'M KING OF THE WORLD!!!

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Kurt: *translated from German* Man! I'm hungry! I hope Amanda doesn't mind if I help myself to a few of these brownies. Hey, these brownies are good! I'll have another one... I feel funny...

Hans: Wiggle wiggle wiggle...(read Kurt and the Yummilicious Brownies by Taineyah)

Evan: Skateboard... must skateboard... Uh-oh. Kurt has that look again!

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Jean: I'm an ugly stoopid-head.

Scott: I think the stick up my butt just got longer.

Well, I thought it was funny.

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Wanda pranced (the readers are going to shoot me, I know it) into the house, with John dragging along at her heels.

Remy and Piotr were just coming out of the basement when the two teens made their entrance.

"Salut, mes amis! How was school?" Remy asked cheerfully.

"It was awesome, Remy! You'll never guess what happened!"

"Well, my first guess would be dat dey decided t'legalize lighters dans l'ecole, bu' considerin' Johnny's expression, I guess Remy would be wrong."

John sneered and stuck his tongue out at the grinning Cajun. "You just wait, Frenchie, you'll get yours."

"Idle threats, mon frere."

Peter stepped in between John and Remy as they each tried to stare the other down. "Perhaps we should being allowing Wanda to finish story."

Wanda shook her head with an amused look on her face. "Well-"

Suddenly, Remy's cellphone started to beep. "Desole, petite. Remy gotta answer dis call. You tell him afta dinner, hahn?" he patted her shoulder with brotherly affection.

Wanda nodded as Remy left the hall.

Peter just noticed that John started to light a cactus on fire, grabbed the pot, and dashed out of the house before it could cause anymore damage (I didn't know how to get rid of Petey, so any excuse is a good excuse).

"Wanda?"

Wanda turned and faced John, who was looking down at his feet. "What is it, John?"

"Did anyone... Did you... Did..."

"Did I what?" Wanda laughed.

John scowled. "Never mind." He stormed up the stairs.

"Well, that was weird..." Wanda muttered, walking into the living room.

~*~

"Salut, dis is Remy." Remy greeted on his cell.

"Hi, Remy... erm... This is uh..."

"Bonjour, Chere." Remy chuckled. "Y'don' need t'be so nervous, Rogue. It's jus' me. Perhaps you really do like Remy. Dat's why you so apprehensive."

"Ah am NOT apprehensive!" Rogue snapped indignantly.

"But you do like Remy."

"Ah didn't say that!"

"Y'didn' deny it either."

"Shut up, Cajun!" Rogue was fuming, Remy could sense it.

"Alrigh' Remy stop teasin' you. So, to what do I owe dis pleasure?"

"Ah need to arrange for a new place ta practice."

"What happen to de warehouse?"

"Erm..." Rogue heaved a great sigh. "Kurt had a few too many brownies..."

Remy shook his head in shame. "Dey don' want us practicin' in de mansion do dey?"

"Yea. Logan specifically said that if 'that God damn Cajun shows his face here again, I'm gunna slice him into tiny pieces and make a Gumbo- gumbo'."

"Dat's harsh, Chere."

"That's Logan." she replied simply.

"So what do y'suggest we do?"

"That's the reason Ah called ya!"

Remy sighed. "We could practice here, bu' dat would mean avoidin' de other residents."

"Wanda lives with you, doesn't she?"

"Oui."

"She'll understand."

"Well, dat takes care of one of dem, but what about de other two?"

"That big Russian guy draws a lot, right?"

"Oui, bu-"

"- Kitty needs help with her Fashion-Design homework."

Remy's eyes widened. "Y'playin' cupid, Chere?!"

Rogue cackled into the phone. "Perhaps."

"Okay. Dat's two of dem, but what 'bout John?"

"We can offer him free tickets ta the concert." Rogue suggested, unasuredly.

"As long as dey don' decide to put on a fireworks display, dat should do."

Rogue laughed nervously. "Well, that's all Ah wanted ta say..."

There was an uncomfortable silence, until Remy broke it. "So, y'wanna come over de Friday b'fore de concert?"

"Yea. Ah'll see ya there."

"Salut, Chere."

"Bye."

Remy shut his phone off and slipped it back into his pocket with a triumphant smirk on his face. Rogue was definitely warming up to him.

~*~

Dinner was a quiet affair. John pushed his peas around his plate with his fork. Wanda was too excited to eat. Remy was mulling over what Rogue had asked him, and Peter rarely talked anyway. It was a room full of tension.

John couldn't stand the silence anymore. He threw his fork down and turned to Wanda. "All right, Shiela, why don't you tell us your great news."

Remy snapped back to reality. "Yea. Y'wanted t'share somet'ing wit' de rest of us?"

Wanda blushed as she took in a deep breath before announcing "I've got a date!"

Peter smiled while Remy looked at her in shock.

"WHAT?!" John barked, nearly falling out of his chair.

"So, who is lucky guy?" Peter asked.

"Simon Williams!"

This time, John really did fall out of his chair, crashing painfully onto the linoleum floor of the kitchen. "WHAT?!?!"

Wanda ducked her head under the table and regarded him with curiosity. "Don't sound so surprised!" she scolded sarcastically.

"No!" John jumped to his feet. "You are NOT going out with Simon Williams!" he commanded.

"Excuse me?!" her mood went from slight amusement to anger.

"You heard me! You aren't going out with Simon Williams!"

"Says who?!" Wanda challenged. She slowly got to her feet as well and stared John right in the eyes.

John puffed out his chest in replied in indignation, "says me."

"Oh? And why, pray-tell, do you object to me dating him?!"

John was dumbfounded. He didn't have a good excuse to use in his defence, other than 'I want you for myself, but I've been too busy being an ass to realize that'. The saying was true, you don't fully appreciate what you have until it's gone. John was silent for a long time. He could see Wanda's eyes narrow, as she impatiently waited for his response. "He's a stupid bugger who only wants to get in your pants!"

Wanda felt like she had been slapped in the face. "How DARE you?!?! You can't say that about him!!!" she got right up in John's face, her body was seething in rage. She didn't care what she said to him, as long as it hurt. "You just can't stand the fact that you're incapable of getting a girlfriend!! You're jealous of Simon because he's attractive, and charming, and popular! And you're nothing but an immature weakling who has to put- down other people in order to feel important!!" The lights in the room began to flicker randomly as she clenched her fists.

John's eyes widened in shock at her words. "Wanda-?"

SMACK!!

Wanda continued to glare at him, waiting for what he had to say for himself. But John just stood there, with his head cocked to the side, and an angry red hand print forming on his face. She growled deep in her throat, turned on her heel, and stomped out of the kitchen.

He just stood there. John didn't even realize his face was stinging until after Wanda left. A shaky hand found its way to his cheek. He flinched when his fingers pressed against the injury.

"What just happened?"

John had completely forgotten that Remy and Peter were still at the table, and had witnessed the whole exchange. His attention fell onto his two teammates. They were gawking at him.

"What are YOU looking at?!" he snapped. He didn't stick around for their response though. He stomped out of the kitchen as well.

"Could you explain to me what has just happened, comrade?"

"Remy not totally sure himself, mon ami..."

~*~

Friday rolled around, and Wanda and John still hadn't talked to each other. Wanda was still angry about what he said about Simon. John was still angry about what she said about HIM.

John actually had to resist the temptation of beating the crap out of Simon whenever the large jock opened his mouth, or even so much mentioned Wanda. He would've loved to have his lighter handy, but Remy took it from him as he was leaving, giving him a warning look in exchange. How did he know?

~*~

"How could he say that?! About Simon?!" Wanda demanded furiously.

"Maybe he was just worried about you-"

Wanda cut Kitty off. There was just no stopping her foul mood. "Worried? WORRIED?! He is not worried, he's JEALOUS! He's jealous of Simon, because he's strong, and attractive, and charming, and NOT a PSYCHOPATH!"

Rogue sighed heavily. The thought of absorbing the rampaging goth was quite tempting, just to shut her up. However, Rogue didn't want Wanda to find out she was a mutant. She also wasn't too keen on having a tantruming psyche stuck in her head for the next month.

"He's always doing things to piss me off, but this time, he went too far..."

Kitty leaned in real close and whispered in Rogue's ear, "Wanda's scary when she's paranoid!"

Rogue nodded her head.

"Are you talking about me?!"

~*~

-A random time killing interlude with Magneto singing show tunes (we're sorry)-

Magneto: Ask any of the little chickies in my pen
They'll tell you I'm the biggest mother... hen
I love them and all of them love me-

Peter: I am frightened.
Remy: Remy beginin' t't'ink dat he was safer gettin' chased by de assassins...

Magneto: And that's because,
The system works,
The system called.
Reciprocity~!

(tra la la... It's now Saturday and Wanda is getting ready for her date)

~*~

Wanda ran her gel-covered fingers through her hair, and carefully made sure that the ends didn't stick to each other. She had watched 'The Craft' and really liked Nancy's hair near the end of the movie, and tried to replicate it. She was successful.

She applied another layer of lipstick. God, was she nervous! She was meeting Simon in front of the Gas Station in an hour, where he would be driving the two of them to dinner and a movie.

She examined herself in her mirror and scoffed in disgust. Wanda grabbed a Kleenex and wiped the lipstick off her lips. "Way too dark." She started to rummage through her make-up box, searching for the right shade of red.

"You look nice-"

Wanda jumped. "Oh my god!"

John regarded her quizzically from her bedroom door. "So, you're going... out... with Simon, then."

"Yeah, I am." Wanda looked down at her hands, feeling almost ashamed, when realization hit her. Why should she feel ashamed? She didn't have to answer to John about who she dated! Why was he even talking to her?! "What do you want, St.John?" she asked coldly.

John cringed. Wanda hadn't used his real name for a long time. That was harsh. "Just wanted to see if y'wanted anything, that's all."

Wanda went back to her search for the perfect lipstick. "No, I'm fine." she stated in a no-silly-business-type tone.

"All right, then. I'll just go back to me room."

Wanda didn't respond, but made her self seem completely absorbed in her search. She heard the hint of defeat in John's voice, and a lump got caught in her throat. She swallowed hard, and forced the feeling away. She didn't need to pity him. It wasn't like he wanted to date her or anything.

She glanced over at her moon-shaped clock and saw that she only had 15 minutes to get her butt down the street in order to meet Simon on time.

~*~

Wanda limped back to the house, cursing the heels of her boots all the way. There was slight evidence of tears in her eyes, but she did not shed them. These things happen, right? All the time...

She halfheartedly pushed the front door open with her shoulder and stumbled into the house, catching herself on the front hall table. She threw her purse aside and flopped onto the floor to pry her shoes off. "I don't know WHAT I was thinking when I bought these. I must have been possessed by some stupid-demon who thought 'Oh! Look! A shiny thing!'."

"I don't want anymore solicitors, well wishers or distant relations!!" a very rude person yelled from the living room, with a slightly familiar accent.

Wanda growled. She really hated being told off, especially by people she couldn't see. Especially by people she couldn't see named John. She stormed into the living room and started screaming at them. "SHUT UP YOU IDIOT! IT'S JUST ME! YOU DON'T OWN THIS HOUSE, AND YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER MY LIFE!!"

Remy and Peter looked up from the television, where they were watching 'Fellowship of the Ring', and had just gotten to the part where Gandalf sees Bilbo for the first time in years.

"Sorry...?" Peter apologized, unsure of what he had done to piss Wanda off.

Remy clicked the pause button on the DVD. "Why you home so early?"

Wanda stared at them, feeling extremely embarrassed. "Never mind!"

She ran upstairs and wasn't heard from for the rest of the night.

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IT'S OVER!!!!

May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!

Bai-Bai!