YaY! Another long one! Sadly, this is but a filler chapter... or an excuse
for silliness... or both. I dunno. I had fun writing it, so that means that
it'll be even more fun to read! Or at least, that's what the logic in my
brain dictates. YaY! No mention of Simon in this chapter, just good
wholesome mutant buggering off! Yes. I took a day off from school to do
this. You should all be greatful! DANGIT!
Also, this chapter is a few days early because I am going to be away from by most wonderful computer for the weekend and I didn't want to make you wait a long time for the update. Aren't I fabulotastic? Expect to have the normal weekly updates to resume... probably after the my March Break.
Taineyah: Shazaam! *points and laughs*
Ishandahalf: Yes. I've signed my soul away to the romy Gods. Well, that happened a long time ago so... ^-^ *quirk*
UndyingImmortal: Do you want one of Magneto's delicious cookies? Dooya dooya dooya? Well too bad... I think Sabretooth forgot to wear a hairnet when they were mixing the batter... *shudders*
Goldylokz: Alrighty! Give me all of your professors' names, addresses and phone numbers! I'll get to them one by one *evil cackling*... we will crush them. Whenever you update will be fine, but the sooner, the better! I luv u!!!
Eva: HUZZAH! I sent you an e-mail about your story. I don't know if you got it or not. You need to send it to me again, because Hotmail ate it! Send it as a document instead of putting it into the e-mail. I really want to read it!!!
Sparkie-The Wateringcan: Good luck with the driving! I think we've made an unanimous decision about the inevitible death of one Simon Williams.
crazyspaceystracey: YaY! *does a little dance* Everyone is happy when there is updates!
Vampiree: *sneaks up behind Simon with a toothpick* dieeeeeeeee.....
Fluffy's Numba 1 Gal: All answers will be questioned! Er... I mean... DAMN DYSLEXIA!
Shanie S: Huzzah! A new reader! YaY!!! AH HAHAHAA HA HA HA HA!!! Yes, Viktor and Jay-Jay baking cookies with our favourite T.V dad. You have Pyro's sweater?! Holey wow! I just came up with that description on the spot. Disco Inferno! j00t! I find it funny that all of Hell's wrath is an affectionate puppy named Pippin. Here's the next chapter!
General information: I got a 91% average in math... And I HATE math!
DISCLAIMER: Amieva can only come within 15' of me! HA HA! No more maiming!
Amieva: You will get yours Disclaimer... someday...
############################################################# *Story written infront of a live studio audience*
Waiting for your Modern Messiah
To take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye
Wanda sang softly along with the rampaging music of Disturbed- quite possibly one of the greatest bands in the universe, but who really feels like getting into that?
She was plugged into her disc-man, and completely ignoring the other passengers in the van.
Upon arrival at the house, Remy had announced that he would be heading to the mall to do last-minute costume 'shopping', and offered to take anyone who wanted or needed to go. All present, except Peter, declared that they needed to do some shopping as well. Remy took the opportunity to 'encourage' the Rusky to get to know his future art pupil a little bit better.
Colossus was wedged between Kitty and a window.
On the way to the mall, they came across Kurt and Amanda, and offered to drive them, so the van was slightly packed.
Rogue had called shot-gun. She was fed up with being squished between people and luggage, plus the close contact was making her nervous. At least being in the front, she had her own seat, plus she and Remy could discuss how they would behave at the upcoming concert.
"Ah've already talked t'Kurt and Evan, and we've all agreed that we would NOT use our powers while on stage."
Remy frowned playfully, still with his eyes on the road. "Aw, c'mon, Chere! Dat no fun. People come to dese t'ings t'see smoke and big explosions! Where de harm in tossin' maybe a few glowin' dice int' de crowd, hahn?"
Rogue glared at him venomously. "That ain't funny, Remy LeBeau! Ah have no intention of gettin' arrested on mah musical debut, thank-you very much!"
"Remy gonna hafta show his petite amie how t'take a few risks, non?"
"No! Remy, please? Promise, for me?"
Remy glanced at her pleading face. He had to give in. He sighed heavily, feigning defeat. "Fine, we play by your rules dis time... But Remy was serious 'bout dose 'risk' lessons, Chere."
Rogue knew that he couldn't see her smirking at his suggestion, and for that she was grateful.
Amanda, Kurt, John and Wanda were squeezed into the very back seat, where there was normally only supposed to be room for three people. Wanda was still listening to her mixed CD, and lightly nodding her head along with the tempo.
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored (I watched a music video starring Wanda with this song. It rocked)
John looked over at Kurt and Amanda in disgust. They were being... so... cuddly! Why was it that couples always had to be in each other's faces all the time, and not pay any attention to the people around them? Plus, it was exceedingly frustrating to be reminded that he himself didn't have a girlfriend. John had been working on solving that problem, until Kurt and Amanda joined them, and Wanda escaped into La La Land.
He leaned his head back into the seat and huffed. Why did this have to be so difficult?
In the middle of the van, Evan, Kitty and Peter were sharing a tense silence. Eventually, Evan had enough of it and put on his own set of earphones.
Peter glanced down at Kitty, and for a fleeting moment, he thought she was looking straight back at him! He did a double-take, and realized, in fact, she was looking at him! She was looking at him and smiling warmly. His cheeks started to feel warm as his heart rate increased and his pulse started pounding in his ears.
"So, Peter-"
Oh god! She was talking to him!
"-are you coming to the concert?"
Answer her you fool! "Da." (and there's the extent of Amieva's knowledge of the Russian language)
Kitty giggled. "So, I guess you, like, have a costume and everything, right?
"Uh... No. I do not have costume. Is it imperative that I acquire one?" (Amieva also finds it hilarious to make him talk in big words! Fwee hee hee!)
"Well, of course, silly! It's Hallowe'en, after all! You'd look weird if you DIDN'T dress up!"
Remy announced that the had arrived at the Bayville Mall. Everyone had until 7:30 to get their shopping done and then meet each other in the food court for supper. That left them with two hours to wander about aimlessly or... shop... (I hate malls)
Evan took off immediately, saying that he needed to call someone, and dragged Kurt away with him. Remy winked to Peter, who was shifting uncomfortably beside Kitty, who was practically glowing with excitement. Kitty, Rogue, Amanda and Wanda were discussing what they would be doing for costume ideas. They seemed to come to some sort of agreement, then turned to the 'men-folk' to announce that they would be taking off to buy their costumes.
Peter started to feel a little more comfortable talking to the little Valley-Girl. "I am afraid I do not understand American custom. In Russia, we did not go door to door in odd clothing to strangers' house to ask for candy."
Kitty gawked at him. How could this poor man not understand Hallowe'en?! It was her favourite holiday! "You've NEVER gone trick-or- treating?!"
Peter shook his head, wondering what Kitty seemed so upset about.
"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to help you find a costume, Mr. Russian." she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward an odds and ends store.
Remy offered to go and help them try things on, but Rogue glared at him, telling him to quit at that.
John and Remy stood at the front entrance of the mall. They had successfully been abandoned by everyone. Remy shrugged and shoving his hands into his pockets, started to walk in the opposite direction that the rest of the group had taken off in.
It took him a moment or two before he realized that he was alone. "WOAH! Where do you think you're going, mate! Don't you bugger off without me!" John chased him until he caught up. The past two months of running away from the majority of the football team was really paying off!
"Remy need a costume." he muttered to himself, not paying any attention to the little Australian trailing along behind him.
"So does St.John." John said, mocking the fact that Remy tended to speak in the third person.
Remy turned his head to the side and smiled menacingly at John. "Remy t'ink he know jus' de place t'find one fo' you." He grabbed hold of the back of John's jacket and dragged him toward a large pink doorway.
They entered Claire's... (doom doom doom...)
A cheerful looking blonde, with her hair done up in cornrows smiled to the two young men upon their entry. "Hello, gentlemen! How may I help you this afternoon?" she asked with a sugary sweetness that made John want to rip his teeth out.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," Remy read her name tag, "Cindy. I was jus' wonderin' if maybe y'can help dis rude li'l man here." he shook John slightly, causing the fire haired man to growl at him.
Her smile never faltered, even if she was slightly shocked at their behaviour. "Of course I can. Are you looking for something for your girlfriend?"
Remy shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Non, dis be a personal t'ing."
John opened his mouth to retort, but found Remy's gloved hand covering it in an instant. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Oh? Alright then! Do you need help with a costume?"
John managed to wiggle free of Remy's grip and started to wander around the store.
Remy's amusement only grew. He made sure to lower his voice so that John couldn't hear him. "Y'could say dat, oui." he pulled a $50 bill out of his pocket and handed it to Cindy. "He's new t'dis. He need a make over, y'know, like de cover of Seventeen Magazine." he pointed the magazine laying on the counter. There was a picture of some generic popstar, heavily done up with sparkles and glitter. "It been his dream, de minute he come off de plane from Australia."
"Oh!" Cindy smiled knowingly, and tapped the side of her nose. "I gotcha." she winked.
John popped out from around the corner, holding a pair of ruby studs. "Oi! I think Wanda might like these."
Cindy looked to Remy questioningly. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and approached John, taking the earrings out of his hands. "I'll take care of it for you!"
"Great! Do you think you could make it quick? I have to get-"
Remy grinned evilly. "Sorry, Johnny-boy. Remy gotta go take care of somet'in'. You do y'business here. I'll see you at de food court."
"Sure thing, mate."
Remy left the vanity store at a quickened pace. He didn't want to be around when John figured out what was going on.
~*~ *subliminal message*
"I found the ears!" Amanda exclaimed excitedly, holding up three sets of fuzzy kitty ears.
"Great! Like, put them on the pile!" Kitty squealed from beside a pile of various pink and black material.
Peter had been told to sit outside the dressing rooms and let the girls model for him. He really wished he had a camera with him, or at least his sketchbook. Remy was going to be SO jealous!
"Okay! Get ready, Petey! Here we come!" Kitty called from her stall.
Three doors swung open at once, and Wanda, Amanda and Kitty stepped out, dressed in black and pink mini-skirts and shirts that showed off their midriffs. Amanda had a feathery white boa wrapped around her neck. Wanda was wearing a spiked collar and a pair of torn stockings. Kitty had her hair down for once, and it fell to her shoulder blades. Her pink baby-tee had the word 'Josie' studded on the front in white rhinestones. All three of them had fuzzy kitty ears on their heads.
Peter smiled nervously. They looked stunning, but he had no clue who they were supposed to be.
"We're Josie and the Pussy Cats!" Kitty announced in a giggly voice, bouncing around in glee.
Wanda frowned playfully. "It was their idea. If it were up to me, we'd be the mistresses of the Devil."
"Hey! I wanted to be Charlie's Angels!" Amanda said indignantly.
"Same difference." a voice came from the last occupied change room.
"Hey Rogue, why don't you come out of there already? It's been almost half an hour!" Wanda tapped on the door.
"Ah think Ah'll just save this as a surprise."
Everyone outside the change room just shrugged and didn't argue with her (I just want to get this scene over with).
A few minutes later, they were all changed back into their street clothes and paying for their costumes.
~*~ *paranoid?*
"Alright... uh huh... I'll see you tomorrow night... yeah, you too... bye Sarah." Evan hung up the phone and punched the air.
"Who vas that?" Kurt asked, confused. The two boys started walking towards a men's clothing store.
Evan smiled. "That was Sarah. She finally got permission from Calisto to go to the concert with me."
"You're dating a Morlock?!" Kurt exclaimed.
Evan shrugged. "What of it? Auntie-O introduced us. Sarah has sorta the same kinda powers as me. Y'know, bone spikes and stuff. Sarah was really scared when she got her mutation, so Calisto contacted the Institute, wondering is somebody could help her out and... well, I got the job."
Kurt 'Oh'ed. They started looking through a rack of black trench coats. "So vat do you two do?"
"I've been teaching her how to skateboard in the tunnels. She's getting really good too! In a few more weeks, she'll be better than me."
Kurt chuckled. "A match made in heaven." Kurt pulled out a long trench coat made of thick material. "So, what are you dressing up as?"
Evan pulled on one of the coats. "Something easy. Morpheus, from the Matrix."
"You'll have to shave your head, man."
"I'm not taking it THAT far!" he slipped out of the coat again. The sleeves were too short. "How 'bout you?"
"I don't know... Maybe I could be a nun?"
Evan made like he was going to be sick.
Kurt laughed. "No. I think I vill just be myself."
"Blue furry elf?"
"Vith a tail!"
"Awesome!"
~*~ *I want to tell you about the Matrix, Neo*
John glanced curiously at Cindy as she started pulling tubes of lip gloss and random bits of jewelry off the shelves and display racks. She looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly. Why did he have a sense of impending doom?
"So. What kind of make-up does 'Wanda' use?" she asked.
John shrugged. "I dunno. She wears a lot of red though. It's her favourite colour. I think she likes strawberries too. She always smells like strawberries."
Cindy nodded and grabbed a handful of red containers and walked over to a self housing an elaborate array of bottles. She selected the one that had a picture of a strawberry on the front. She carried the stash over to the counter and motioned for John to come.
He approached the counter innocently and looked down at the pile. "Geeze! I didn't know there was so much stuff! I only wanted to get the earrings..."
"Oh, no! You can't just do it with earrings, sir! You have to get the whole deal, if you want to be successful. Lipgloss, lipstick, bracelets, necklaces, eyeshadow, eyeliner, perfume, body-spray, everything!"
John gawked. He didn't think he had enough money to buy all of this stuff. "Where should I start?"
Cindy smiled. "The lipgloss is always a good place to start. We have several different shades and flavours. Would you like to try some out?"
"Eh?" John picked up a tiny pot and regarded it quizzically. "I don't know what would look good on her-"
Cindy lightly pushed on John's chest, forcing him onto a swivel stool next to the cash register. "Don't worry sir. If it looks good on you, it'll look twice as good on 'her'." she twisted the top off a red container, and the smell of fruit filled John's nose. She rubbed her finger in the waxy substance then moved to put it on his lips.
They felt weird with the gloss on them, and the bit that got in his mouth tasted like candy. John considered it a while. "Alright. I'll take it. But I really just want the studs, and then get out of here.
"Of course. You stay right here, and I'll be right back to help you."
John sat as patiently as he could, twiddling his thumbs and swinging his legs. He looked like a kid stuck in a waiting room without toys.
Cindy came back a moment later holding a device that resembled a small hand gun and a cotton swab. She rubbed the wet swab on John's left ear lobe.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously. Was it customary for people at this store to rub stuff on your ears? No wonder there weren't any customers.
"Now, I need you to hold real still-" she placed the gun over his ear.
"What's that-"
KACHUNG - CLICK!
The scream that followed startled hundreds of customers in that section of the mall. "BLOODY HELL!!" John sped out of Claire's like a bat out of Hades, holding his hand over his throbbing left ear.
~*~ *is it safe?*
"You have, like, really pretty eyes."
Peter jumped at Kitty's sudden exclamation. "Er... Thank you, Katya."
"So I think the navy blue is the best colour to go with. Wow, I totally LOVE shopping for guys!" she threw a shirt into Peter's arms.
He caught it, still wondering what Kitty was planning to do about his costume.
"It's a good thing the Professor gave me all my allowances for, like, the next four months. Plus I'll have to do all of Bobby's chores for the next week, but oh well. This is FUN! OH! This is perfect!" she grabbed a large leather jacket and a white t-shirt. "I'm thinking... Grease!"
Peter looked very lost indeed. He wished there was somebody else there with them. Even John was seeming like a good idea. Then, at least, he wouldn't feel so shy!
"Of course, gelling your hair will be a challenge. The crew-cut looks great, but I might have to get you a wig."
~*~
We interrupt this fanfic for a very random interlude!
Hank McCoy: *runs across screen in his underwear* SHAZAAM!!!
Thank you.
~*~
Peter shook his head. "I am sure whatever you do, Katya, it will be wonderful."
Kitty suddenly stopped talking. Her mouth just hung open. "I- uh... Thank you, Peter." She was stunned! This was the first time Peter had ever really SAID anything to her! She wanted to squeal. Usually, when she went off and started chattering, people would just tell her to shut up, or ignore her completely. Peter just smiled and complimented her! He was big, strong, built like a Grecian God, and sweeter than any girl could ask for.
He was perfect.
Just a little shy was all. And he was fighting for the icky Dark- Side.
She would have to remedy that.
~*~ *the squirrels*
"Did you just hear someone screaming?"
Remy looked up from a rack of belts to see a flash of orange and blue go past the door. He laughed to himself, thinking that he's going to have to lay low until John's rage cooled off a bit. Yes, what he just pulled was extremely cruel, telling Cindy that 'Wanda' was John's transvestite name. Aw well, John would get over it.
~*~
During John's tirade through the mall, he had found himself in a children's supply store, where he found a rack of black cloaks. Upon further inspection, he had discovered that he had found a large collection of Harry Potter costumes. Despite the pain in his ear, which was slowly subsiding, he was getting excited. He always wanted to dress up as the fictitious British child star. He found the largest cloak with the Gryffindor crest sewn on the lapel, and a can of black hair spray.
"Good evening sir." the happy cashier greeted him as he took his supplies up to the counter. John twitched. The last person to say that to him had punctured a hole in his head. Pushing that horrible memory aside, he pulled out his wallet.
The cashier rung up the total price. "That comes to $35.89, sir." she put everything into a plastic bag and waited for him to give her the money.
John handed her the correct amount and took his receipt in the bag. He was about to leave, when she called him back over. 'Oh shit' he thought.
"Sir, I'm not sure if you read the sign, but we have a last-minute special on Harry Potter costumes. You get a free plastic wand with every purchase over $30."
John looked at the box of plastic wands. He picked one up and weighed it. It was totally hollow inside... Just about the right length and thickness too... He grinned like the Grinch that stole Christmas. "Thanks, sheila!" He walked out of the store with a plan formulating in his devious brain.
Revenge is a meal best served cold.
~*~ *fish is a funny word*
The food court was packed by the time the last of the companions arrived outside the Orange Julius. They had to push three tables together in order to fit everyone.
Remy looked quite proud of himself, although he had only one shopping bag with him. This must've meant he had his pockets full of trinkets he got with his five-finger-discount... and he had a lot of pockets.
Kurt and Amanda were sitting hand in hand, showing each other what they found. Amanda was characterized by joyful exuberance (o.O? This is the LAST time I use my thesaurus to find synonyms for the word 'happy', I swear) when she learned that Kurt would be himself for Hallowe'en. She exclaimed, "Finally, people will see you as I see you!"
Evan was playing with his new sunglasses. He actually found a pair that pinched his nose, instead of having the little arms that went behind his ears.
Rogue was fiddling with one of her gloves. She could feel Remy staring at her again. Yes she liked the attention, but she didn't like the persistence. She just wished Remy would give up on her before he got himself hurt.
Kitty was getting an impromptu art lesson from Peter on a napkin. She had asked him earlier about his interests, and when he told her he was an artist, she became keen on seeing his drawings and maybe having him show her a thing or two on drawing the human figure.
John was leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed, glaring angrily at Remy while Wanda tried to force him to take off the fuzzy earmuffs he was wearing.
When he first came to the table, John had his hood pulled up over his head, making him look like some sort of modern Jedi knight. Wanda immediately pulled it down to reveal the green earmuffs.
"John, take off the earmuffs." she demanded.
"No."
"Take them off, now!"
"No!"
Remy snorted. "What wrong, mon ami? Did y'go into de pet store an' a bird bite off y'ear?"
John snarled. "Yeah right. Like I'd let some stupid bird I've never met before nibble on me ear." he lightly kicked Wanda under the table.
She jumped. She looked over at John, who had a mischievous look on his face. Her eyes narrowed playfully, and she reached over the table and ripped the earmuffs off his head. John tried to grab them back before they were gone, but he was too slow.
A flash of red and gold caught Wanda's eye. She leaned over the table and placed her hand on the side of John's face. He was slightly embarrassed.
"Oh my god..." Kitty gasped. She too grabbed John's face and stared at the shiny thing in his ear.
Rogue and Amanda joined them in the staring party.
Everyone was staring at him.
"..."
John started getting annoyed. "Would you please STOP STARING AT ME?!"
People all throughout the food court stopped talking.
The four girls slowly backed away and sat back down in their seats. Wanda opened her mouth to talk, but was cut-off by Kitty.
"That is, like, so bad-ass!"
########################################################### *pay me*
BAH HAHAHA!!! *points and laughs at Pyro* You have NO idea how much fun that was! *spots the angry Pyro fans* Oh shazbot...
May the Glomp Gods smile upon you!
Bai-Bai!
Also, this chapter is a few days early because I am going to be away from by most wonderful computer for the weekend and I didn't want to make you wait a long time for the update. Aren't I fabulotastic? Expect to have the normal weekly updates to resume... probably after the my March Break.
Taineyah: Shazaam! *points and laughs*
Ishandahalf: Yes. I've signed my soul away to the romy Gods. Well, that happened a long time ago so... ^-^ *quirk*
UndyingImmortal: Do you want one of Magneto's delicious cookies? Dooya dooya dooya? Well too bad... I think Sabretooth forgot to wear a hairnet when they were mixing the batter... *shudders*
Goldylokz: Alrighty! Give me all of your professors' names, addresses and phone numbers! I'll get to them one by one *evil cackling*... we will crush them. Whenever you update will be fine, but the sooner, the better! I luv u!!!
Eva: HUZZAH! I sent you an e-mail about your story. I don't know if you got it or not. You need to send it to me again, because Hotmail ate it! Send it as a document instead of putting it into the e-mail. I really want to read it!!!
Sparkie-The Wateringcan: Good luck with the driving! I think we've made an unanimous decision about the inevitible death of one Simon Williams.
crazyspaceystracey: YaY! *does a little dance* Everyone is happy when there is updates!
Vampiree: *sneaks up behind Simon with a toothpick* dieeeeeeeee.....
Fluffy's Numba 1 Gal: All answers will be questioned! Er... I mean... DAMN DYSLEXIA!
Shanie S: Huzzah! A new reader! YaY!!! AH HAHAHAA HA HA HA HA!!! Yes, Viktor and Jay-Jay baking cookies with our favourite T.V dad. You have Pyro's sweater?! Holey wow! I just came up with that description on the spot. Disco Inferno! j00t! I find it funny that all of Hell's wrath is an affectionate puppy named Pippin. Here's the next chapter!
General information: I got a 91% average in math... And I HATE math!
DISCLAIMER: Amieva can only come within 15' of me! HA HA! No more maiming!
Amieva: You will get yours Disclaimer... someday...
############################################################# *Story written infront of a live studio audience*
Waiting for your Modern Messiah
To take away all the hatred
That darkens the light in your eye
Wanda sang softly along with the rampaging music of Disturbed- quite possibly one of the greatest bands in the universe, but who really feels like getting into that?
She was plugged into her disc-man, and completely ignoring the other passengers in the van.
Upon arrival at the house, Remy had announced that he would be heading to the mall to do last-minute costume 'shopping', and offered to take anyone who wanted or needed to go. All present, except Peter, declared that they needed to do some shopping as well. Remy took the opportunity to 'encourage' the Rusky to get to know his future art pupil a little bit better.
Colossus was wedged between Kitty and a window.
On the way to the mall, they came across Kurt and Amanda, and offered to drive them, so the van was slightly packed.
Rogue had called shot-gun. She was fed up with being squished between people and luggage, plus the close contact was making her nervous. At least being in the front, she had her own seat, plus she and Remy could discuss how they would behave at the upcoming concert.
"Ah've already talked t'Kurt and Evan, and we've all agreed that we would NOT use our powers while on stage."
Remy frowned playfully, still with his eyes on the road. "Aw, c'mon, Chere! Dat no fun. People come to dese t'ings t'see smoke and big explosions! Where de harm in tossin' maybe a few glowin' dice int' de crowd, hahn?"
Rogue glared at him venomously. "That ain't funny, Remy LeBeau! Ah have no intention of gettin' arrested on mah musical debut, thank-you very much!"
"Remy gonna hafta show his petite amie how t'take a few risks, non?"
"No! Remy, please? Promise, for me?"
Remy glanced at her pleading face. He had to give in. He sighed heavily, feigning defeat. "Fine, we play by your rules dis time... But Remy was serious 'bout dose 'risk' lessons, Chere."
Rogue knew that he couldn't see her smirking at his suggestion, and for that she was grateful.
Amanda, Kurt, John and Wanda were squeezed into the very back seat, where there was normally only supposed to be room for three people. Wanda was still listening to her mixed CD, and lightly nodding her head along with the tempo.
Time won't heal this damage anymore
Don't turn your back on me
I won't be ignored (I watched a music video starring Wanda with this song. It rocked)
John looked over at Kurt and Amanda in disgust. They were being... so... cuddly! Why was it that couples always had to be in each other's faces all the time, and not pay any attention to the people around them? Plus, it was exceedingly frustrating to be reminded that he himself didn't have a girlfriend. John had been working on solving that problem, until Kurt and Amanda joined them, and Wanda escaped into La La Land.
He leaned his head back into the seat and huffed. Why did this have to be so difficult?
In the middle of the van, Evan, Kitty and Peter were sharing a tense silence. Eventually, Evan had enough of it and put on his own set of earphones.
Peter glanced down at Kitty, and for a fleeting moment, he thought she was looking straight back at him! He did a double-take, and realized, in fact, she was looking at him! She was looking at him and smiling warmly. His cheeks started to feel warm as his heart rate increased and his pulse started pounding in his ears.
"So, Peter-"
Oh god! She was talking to him!
"-are you coming to the concert?"
Answer her you fool! "Da." (and there's the extent of Amieva's knowledge of the Russian language)
Kitty giggled. "So, I guess you, like, have a costume and everything, right?
"Uh... No. I do not have costume. Is it imperative that I acquire one?" (Amieva also finds it hilarious to make him talk in big words! Fwee hee hee!)
"Well, of course, silly! It's Hallowe'en, after all! You'd look weird if you DIDN'T dress up!"
Remy announced that the had arrived at the Bayville Mall. Everyone had until 7:30 to get their shopping done and then meet each other in the food court for supper. That left them with two hours to wander about aimlessly or... shop... (I hate malls)
Evan took off immediately, saying that he needed to call someone, and dragged Kurt away with him. Remy winked to Peter, who was shifting uncomfortably beside Kitty, who was practically glowing with excitement. Kitty, Rogue, Amanda and Wanda were discussing what they would be doing for costume ideas. They seemed to come to some sort of agreement, then turned to the 'men-folk' to announce that they would be taking off to buy their costumes.
Peter started to feel a little more comfortable talking to the little Valley-Girl. "I am afraid I do not understand American custom. In Russia, we did not go door to door in odd clothing to strangers' house to ask for candy."
Kitty gawked at him. How could this poor man not understand Hallowe'en?! It was her favourite holiday! "You've NEVER gone trick-or- treating?!"
Peter shook his head, wondering what Kitty seemed so upset about.
"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to help you find a costume, Mr. Russian." she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward an odds and ends store.
Remy offered to go and help them try things on, but Rogue glared at him, telling him to quit at that.
John and Remy stood at the front entrance of the mall. They had successfully been abandoned by everyone. Remy shrugged and shoving his hands into his pockets, started to walk in the opposite direction that the rest of the group had taken off in.
It took him a moment or two before he realized that he was alone. "WOAH! Where do you think you're going, mate! Don't you bugger off without me!" John chased him until he caught up. The past two months of running away from the majority of the football team was really paying off!
"Remy need a costume." he muttered to himself, not paying any attention to the little Australian trailing along behind him.
"So does St.John." John said, mocking the fact that Remy tended to speak in the third person.
Remy turned his head to the side and smiled menacingly at John. "Remy t'ink he know jus' de place t'find one fo' you." He grabbed hold of the back of John's jacket and dragged him toward a large pink doorway.
They entered Claire's... (doom doom doom...)
A cheerful looking blonde, with her hair done up in cornrows smiled to the two young men upon their entry. "Hello, gentlemen! How may I help you this afternoon?" she asked with a sugary sweetness that made John want to rip his teeth out.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle," Remy read her name tag, "Cindy. I was jus' wonderin' if maybe y'can help dis rude li'l man here." he shook John slightly, causing the fire haired man to growl at him.
Her smile never faltered, even if she was slightly shocked at their behaviour. "Of course I can. Are you looking for something for your girlfriend?"
Remy shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Non, dis be a personal t'ing."
John opened his mouth to retort, but found Remy's gloved hand covering it in an instant. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Oh? Alright then! Do you need help with a costume?"
John managed to wiggle free of Remy's grip and started to wander around the store.
Remy's amusement only grew. He made sure to lower his voice so that John couldn't hear him. "Y'could say dat, oui." he pulled a $50 bill out of his pocket and handed it to Cindy. "He's new t'dis. He need a make over, y'know, like de cover of Seventeen Magazine." he pointed the magazine laying on the counter. There was a picture of some generic popstar, heavily done up with sparkles and glitter. "It been his dream, de minute he come off de plane from Australia."
"Oh!" Cindy smiled knowingly, and tapped the side of her nose. "I gotcha." she winked.
John popped out from around the corner, holding a pair of ruby studs. "Oi! I think Wanda might like these."
Cindy looked to Remy questioningly. He leaned in and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and approached John, taking the earrings out of his hands. "I'll take care of it for you!"
"Great! Do you think you could make it quick? I have to get-"
Remy grinned evilly. "Sorry, Johnny-boy. Remy gotta go take care of somet'in'. You do y'business here. I'll see you at de food court."
"Sure thing, mate."
Remy left the vanity store at a quickened pace. He didn't want to be around when John figured out what was going on.
~*~ *subliminal message*
"I found the ears!" Amanda exclaimed excitedly, holding up three sets of fuzzy kitty ears.
"Great! Like, put them on the pile!" Kitty squealed from beside a pile of various pink and black material.
Peter had been told to sit outside the dressing rooms and let the girls model for him. He really wished he had a camera with him, or at least his sketchbook. Remy was going to be SO jealous!
"Okay! Get ready, Petey! Here we come!" Kitty called from her stall.
Three doors swung open at once, and Wanda, Amanda and Kitty stepped out, dressed in black and pink mini-skirts and shirts that showed off their midriffs. Amanda had a feathery white boa wrapped around her neck. Wanda was wearing a spiked collar and a pair of torn stockings. Kitty had her hair down for once, and it fell to her shoulder blades. Her pink baby-tee had the word 'Josie' studded on the front in white rhinestones. All three of them had fuzzy kitty ears on their heads.
Peter smiled nervously. They looked stunning, but he had no clue who they were supposed to be.
"We're Josie and the Pussy Cats!" Kitty announced in a giggly voice, bouncing around in glee.
Wanda frowned playfully. "It was their idea. If it were up to me, we'd be the mistresses of the Devil."
"Hey! I wanted to be Charlie's Angels!" Amanda said indignantly.
"Same difference." a voice came from the last occupied change room.
"Hey Rogue, why don't you come out of there already? It's been almost half an hour!" Wanda tapped on the door.
"Ah think Ah'll just save this as a surprise."
Everyone outside the change room just shrugged and didn't argue with her (I just want to get this scene over with).
A few minutes later, they were all changed back into their street clothes and paying for their costumes.
~*~ *paranoid?*
"Alright... uh huh... I'll see you tomorrow night... yeah, you too... bye Sarah." Evan hung up the phone and punched the air.
"Who vas that?" Kurt asked, confused. The two boys started walking towards a men's clothing store.
Evan smiled. "That was Sarah. She finally got permission from Calisto to go to the concert with me."
"You're dating a Morlock?!" Kurt exclaimed.
Evan shrugged. "What of it? Auntie-O introduced us. Sarah has sorta the same kinda powers as me. Y'know, bone spikes and stuff. Sarah was really scared when she got her mutation, so Calisto contacted the Institute, wondering is somebody could help her out and... well, I got the job."
Kurt 'Oh'ed. They started looking through a rack of black trench coats. "So vat do you two do?"
"I've been teaching her how to skateboard in the tunnels. She's getting really good too! In a few more weeks, she'll be better than me."
Kurt chuckled. "A match made in heaven." Kurt pulled out a long trench coat made of thick material. "So, what are you dressing up as?"
Evan pulled on one of the coats. "Something easy. Morpheus, from the Matrix."
"You'll have to shave your head, man."
"I'm not taking it THAT far!" he slipped out of the coat again. The sleeves were too short. "How 'bout you?"
"I don't know... Maybe I could be a nun?"
Evan made like he was going to be sick.
Kurt laughed. "No. I think I vill just be myself."
"Blue furry elf?"
"Vith a tail!"
"Awesome!"
~*~ *I want to tell you about the Matrix, Neo*
John glanced curiously at Cindy as she started pulling tubes of lip gloss and random bits of jewelry off the shelves and display racks. She looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly. Why did he have a sense of impending doom?
"So. What kind of make-up does 'Wanda' use?" she asked.
John shrugged. "I dunno. She wears a lot of red though. It's her favourite colour. I think she likes strawberries too. She always smells like strawberries."
Cindy nodded and grabbed a handful of red containers and walked over to a self housing an elaborate array of bottles. She selected the one that had a picture of a strawberry on the front. She carried the stash over to the counter and motioned for John to come.
He approached the counter innocently and looked down at the pile. "Geeze! I didn't know there was so much stuff! I only wanted to get the earrings..."
"Oh, no! You can't just do it with earrings, sir! You have to get the whole deal, if you want to be successful. Lipgloss, lipstick, bracelets, necklaces, eyeshadow, eyeliner, perfume, body-spray, everything!"
John gawked. He didn't think he had enough money to buy all of this stuff. "Where should I start?"
Cindy smiled. "The lipgloss is always a good place to start. We have several different shades and flavours. Would you like to try some out?"
"Eh?" John picked up a tiny pot and regarded it quizzically. "I don't know what would look good on her-"
Cindy lightly pushed on John's chest, forcing him onto a swivel stool next to the cash register. "Don't worry sir. If it looks good on you, it'll look twice as good on 'her'." she twisted the top off a red container, and the smell of fruit filled John's nose. She rubbed her finger in the waxy substance then moved to put it on his lips.
They felt weird with the gloss on them, and the bit that got in his mouth tasted like candy. John considered it a while. "Alright. I'll take it. But I really just want the studs, and then get out of here.
"Of course. You stay right here, and I'll be right back to help you."
John sat as patiently as he could, twiddling his thumbs and swinging his legs. He looked like a kid stuck in a waiting room without toys.
Cindy came back a moment later holding a device that resembled a small hand gun and a cotton swab. She rubbed the wet swab on John's left ear lobe.
"What are you doing?" he asked curiously. Was it customary for people at this store to rub stuff on your ears? No wonder there weren't any customers.
"Now, I need you to hold real still-" she placed the gun over his ear.
"What's that-"
KACHUNG - CLICK!
The scream that followed startled hundreds of customers in that section of the mall. "BLOODY HELL!!" John sped out of Claire's like a bat out of Hades, holding his hand over his throbbing left ear.
~*~ *is it safe?*
"You have, like, really pretty eyes."
Peter jumped at Kitty's sudden exclamation. "Er... Thank you, Katya."
"So I think the navy blue is the best colour to go with. Wow, I totally LOVE shopping for guys!" she threw a shirt into Peter's arms.
He caught it, still wondering what Kitty was planning to do about his costume.
"It's a good thing the Professor gave me all my allowances for, like, the next four months. Plus I'll have to do all of Bobby's chores for the next week, but oh well. This is FUN! OH! This is perfect!" she grabbed a large leather jacket and a white t-shirt. "I'm thinking... Grease!"
Peter looked very lost indeed. He wished there was somebody else there with them. Even John was seeming like a good idea. Then, at least, he wouldn't feel so shy!
"Of course, gelling your hair will be a challenge. The crew-cut looks great, but I might have to get you a wig."
~*~
We interrupt this fanfic for a very random interlude!
Hank McCoy: *runs across screen in his underwear* SHAZAAM!!!
Thank you.
~*~
Peter shook his head. "I am sure whatever you do, Katya, it will be wonderful."
Kitty suddenly stopped talking. Her mouth just hung open. "I- uh... Thank you, Peter." She was stunned! This was the first time Peter had ever really SAID anything to her! She wanted to squeal. Usually, when she went off and started chattering, people would just tell her to shut up, or ignore her completely. Peter just smiled and complimented her! He was big, strong, built like a Grecian God, and sweeter than any girl could ask for.
He was perfect.
Just a little shy was all. And he was fighting for the icky Dark- Side.
She would have to remedy that.
~*~ *the squirrels*
"Did you just hear someone screaming?"
Remy looked up from a rack of belts to see a flash of orange and blue go past the door. He laughed to himself, thinking that he's going to have to lay low until John's rage cooled off a bit. Yes, what he just pulled was extremely cruel, telling Cindy that 'Wanda' was John's transvestite name. Aw well, John would get over it.
~*~
During John's tirade through the mall, he had found himself in a children's supply store, where he found a rack of black cloaks. Upon further inspection, he had discovered that he had found a large collection of Harry Potter costumes. Despite the pain in his ear, which was slowly subsiding, he was getting excited. He always wanted to dress up as the fictitious British child star. He found the largest cloak with the Gryffindor crest sewn on the lapel, and a can of black hair spray.
"Good evening sir." the happy cashier greeted him as he took his supplies up to the counter. John twitched. The last person to say that to him had punctured a hole in his head. Pushing that horrible memory aside, he pulled out his wallet.
The cashier rung up the total price. "That comes to $35.89, sir." she put everything into a plastic bag and waited for him to give her the money.
John handed her the correct amount and took his receipt in the bag. He was about to leave, when she called him back over. 'Oh shit' he thought.
"Sir, I'm not sure if you read the sign, but we have a last-minute special on Harry Potter costumes. You get a free plastic wand with every purchase over $30."
John looked at the box of plastic wands. He picked one up and weighed it. It was totally hollow inside... Just about the right length and thickness too... He grinned like the Grinch that stole Christmas. "Thanks, sheila!" He walked out of the store with a plan formulating in his devious brain.
Revenge is a meal best served cold.
~*~ *fish is a funny word*
The food court was packed by the time the last of the companions arrived outside the Orange Julius. They had to push three tables together in order to fit everyone.
Remy looked quite proud of himself, although he had only one shopping bag with him. This must've meant he had his pockets full of trinkets he got with his five-finger-discount... and he had a lot of pockets.
Kurt and Amanda were sitting hand in hand, showing each other what they found. Amanda was characterized by joyful exuberance (o.O? This is the LAST time I use my thesaurus to find synonyms for the word 'happy', I swear) when she learned that Kurt would be himself for Hallowe'en. She exclaimed, "Finally, people will see you as I see you!"
Evan was playing with his new sunglasses. He actually found a pair that pinched his nose, instead of having the little arms that went behind his ears.
Rogue was fiddling with one of her gloves. She could feel Remy staring at her again. Yes she liked the attention, but she didn't like the persistence. She just wished Remy would give up on her before he got himself hurt.
Kitty was getting an impromptu art lesson from Peter on a napkin. She had asked him earlier about his interests, and when he told her he was an artist, she became keen on seeing his drawings and maybe having him show her a thing or two on drawing the human figure.
John was leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed, glaring angrily at Remy while Wanda tried to force him to take off the fuzzy earmuffs he was wearing.
When he first came to the table, John had his hood pulled up over his head, making him look like some sort of modern Jedi knight. Wanda immediately pulled it down to reveal the green earmuffs.
"John, take off the earmuffs." she demanded.
"No."
"Take them off, now!"
"No!"
Remy snorted. "What wrong, mon ami? Did y'go into de pet store an' a bird bite off y'ear?"
John snarled. "Yeah right. Like I'd let some stupid bird I've never met before nibble on me ear." he lightly kicked Wanda under the table.
She jumped. She looked over at John, who had a mischievous look on his face. Her eyes narrowed playfully, and she reached over the table and ripped the earmuffs off his head. John tried to grab them back before they were gone, but he was too slow.
A flash of red and gold caught Wanda's eye. She leaned over the table and placed her hand on the side of John's face. He was slightly embarrassed.
"Oh my god..." Kitty gasped. She too grabbed John's face and stared at the shiny thing in his ear.
Rogue and Amanda joined them in the staring party.
Everyone was staring at him.
"..."
John started getting annoyed. "Would you please STOP STARING AT ME?!"
People all throughout the food court stopped talking.
The four girls slowly backed away and sat back down in their seats. Wanda opened her mouth to talk, but was cut-off by Kitty.
"That is, like, so bad-ass!"
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