"The Morning View and the Love Bunny-Part Two"
****Author's Note****: Something kinky this way comes. (Don't read Jono and Paige's section if you're pure or afraid of intimacy.)
Rogue stepped into the shower and let the scolding water sooth away all her aches and pains. Her normal Saturday morning Danger Room session with Jubilee had banged her up quite a bit. So, the hot shower felt amazing after her rigorous workout. Marie was finally feeling more optimistic about the day. Today was Valentine's and she was positive that Bobby had something special planned. Her Iceman was a bit of a prankster and a klutz at times but she was sure that today he would be serious and romantic. A girl could hope, couldn't she?
As she lathered up, she began to run through all of the possible thoughtful things that Bobby could come up with, but try as she might they always ended up with a horrendous outcome. A romantic candle light dinner that would unfortunately end up in an inferno that would put St. John to shame. Only to be extiquished by a patented Bobby Ice Up © leaving her and their scorched supper in a block of ice. That would be a good way to ruin a Valentine's Day. But before she could concoct another dangerous liaison she was shocked back into reality by the last of the mansion's hot water giving way to a cruel blast of cold. The poor southern girl nearly fell out of the shower; she could not get out fast enough. She screamed and threw her washcloth to the floor in disgust.
"Dammit!" she grunted as she went for towel, and then thought better of it.
She stood there stark naked and looked at herself approvingly. She primped and preened in her bathroom's full length mirror. Kitty's idea of course; the girl was so vain.
"Ah am ratha spectacular, ain't Ah?" she beamed. "And tonite Bobby just might find out just how spectacular Ah really am."
"Oh really?" A familiar voice interrupted.
Rogue nearly jumped out of her notoriously dangerous skin. She quickly went for her towel before realizing just who had interrupted her 'alone' time.
"Jubilee!" she said as she ignored her towel and walked proudly into their room, blushing furiously all the while.
"So," Jubes began. "Ya gonna finally tell him?"
"Ah think tonite is as good a time as any." Rogue answered as she rummaged through her underwear drawer.
Jubilee grinned broadly. "Alas," the Chinese girl chirped. "I couldn't wait 'til today for my Boo."
Rogue raised a curious brow.
"Ya guys already did it?" She asked.
"Yes, and it was amazing! Gotta love those electrokinetics. Lucky for me Static came along or I mighta ended up with Ray. Ugh!" Jubes said before resuming her beaming smile.
"But, nevermind me and Isaac. How are you going to tell Bobby?" Jubilee asked.
The young woman known as Rogue had finally learned to control her mutation. After the arrival of Jonothon Starsmore, Professor Xavier had begun giving counseling sessions to his young pupils. He believed that all the student's powers were controllable to some extent. And in Rogue's case, the Professor hypothesized that there was no way that nature would create creatures that were unable to reproduce. If mutants were the next step in evolution then how could they continue to evolve if they weren't able to touch or be touched? Amazingly, his hypothesis had actually paid off, after weeks of training she reached a breakthrough, she found her switch.
Deep in every mutant's mind there is a switch that turns their respective mutant abilities on and off. And now Marie knew exactly were hers was. Unfortunately for her session mate, Jono, it wasn't that easy. If he cut his powers off that huge hole in his chest would most definitely be a problem. So still he remained. Marie felt bad, but what could she do? She was just so excited that she could now get laid. Jono could still get laid. Now they both could get laid. Getting laid could solve everyone's problems.
****
[Jono's Room]
*Oh Christ!*
Jonothon Starsmore writhed and arched his back against the mattress. Paige was driving him crazy. The things that girl could do with her mouth. If Jono had had a mouth at the moment, he would have been grinning like a fool.
Paige knew exactly what she was doing. She had to remind Jono just who his REAL girlfriend was and if that meant breaking her family strict 'No sex until marriage' rule then so be it. It's not like she was actually having sex with Jono anyway. Blowjobs don't count. Right?
*Oh, God!*
"Jonothon's certainly very vocal," the girl thought. "So ta speak."
She set the thought aside and continued her up and down motions. Then she vaguely thought about how it was that she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Maybe Jubilation was right." She thought. "Maybe all women do have instinctual BJ abilities."
*OH GOD! OH GOD! JES-!*
Jono long thin arms flung around wildly before he suddenly drove them down into the mattress and dung his nails into the comforter.
*Don't touch 'er. Don't touch 'er!* he reminded himself. *She said don't touch 'er!*
For some strange reason, Paige thought that if Jono didn't touch her it wouldn't make what she was going so bad.
"Well, I had to take off my top." She thought to herself. "It was the only way he could get it up. Its okay he touched my breasts right? He's not the first person to do that. I can still wear white at our wedding right?"
Paige pushed away those negative thoughts. Of course she could still wear white at their wedding; she was STILL a virgin. But just as she was feeling at ease with herself, something AWFUL happened.
Jono couldn't take it anymore. It had been too long since he had felt this good. He was so close, he could feel it.
*OH, FUCK!*
Jono instinctively tilted upward and grabbed the back of Paige's head and pushed her down.
Before Paige could protest she felt an extremely hot blast of liquid fill her mouth. He eyes went wide with surprise. She sprang upright and struggled to speak, accidentally swallowing the HORRID stuff. She gasped in disgust. She was speechless.
Jono fell back into the mattress and gave a huge mental sigh. He felt like he was floating. He was groggy; yeah that was it. It was the only excuse he could think of for what he did next.
*Oh Vash.*
It was quiet mind you, compared to Jono's normal psi-tone, but Paige heard him nonetheless.
Jono's big brown eyes got even bigger, if that's possible, when he realized what he'd just said. He sat up slowly to find Paige staring at him blankly.
She didn't scream or yell. That's what scared him. She just quietly got up and got dressed. Jono was speechless. He just watched her leave the room.
*Oh, Bloody 'ell!* he erupted as soon as the door closed and he fell back into the bed.
****
[Static and Iceman's Room]
The room was filled to full capacity by what seemed like the entire teenaged male population of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
"I will now call roll for the 10th official meeting of the Super Secret Council," Bobby Drake said in his best 'this-is-important' tone. "-Artie, Ray, Jamie, Roberto, Sam, Lance, Todd, Piotr,-Where's Remy?"
"Ah tried ta get him ta come outta his room, but he wouldn't even open da door." Sam answered sadly.
Bobby exhaled loudly. "A moment of silence for our fallen comrade."
After a moment Bobby continued. "Ok then, Jones, - And where the hell is Jono?"
"I went down there to get him but he wouldn't open the door." Jamie offered. "And Paige was in there with him and she told me to get lost."
Cannonball went to open his mouth but thought better of it. Besides he had nothing to worry about, his sister knew the rules. They were probably just in a heated debate about conservation. Paige was always concerned with those kinds of things. There was absolutely nothing to worry about.
"Doesn't anyone respect the holiness of the Council anymore?" Bobby groaned. "Fine then, would you please read the minutes for the last meeting Todd."
"Yo!" the mint skinned boy said in response. "First off, afta much heated debate we all decided dat Tabby had a much nicer ass dan Kitty. Sorry, Pete."
"Dat's okay, I still prefer quality over quantity." The Russian replied.
"Your loss. Then we decided that Amara is a bitch." Todd began.
"Fuck all ya'll. She's just misunderstood." Lance interrupted. "I can change her."
"Please." Ray groaned.
"We also declared dat every Friday night would be declared 'Porno Nite' and dat each one of us would be assigned a Friday ta provide da flick." Todd continued.
All of the young 'men' erupted in approval.
"It's your night next week, Roberto." Bobby reminded the Brazilian boy.
"Excellent." Roberto responded in Montgomery Burns fashion.
"Now, that that's outta of the way," Bobby offered. "Is there any new business?"
"Yeah, just what do you get a princess for Valentine's anyway?" Lance asked.
"An attitude adjustment?" Ray offered with a snicker.
"Fuck you, Crisp!" Avalanche barked.
The crowd of assembled boys started shouting and cursing at one another, this prompted Static to groan and bury his face in his hands. He had finally had enough.
"Hay!" he screamed. "Can we get some order here?!" and the lights flickered.
That got everyone's attention.
"I have new business." Static said after regaining his composure.
"Yeah, you guys," Bobby said. "Me and Static need help thinking of something romantic to do for our women."
"An' you're askin' us?" Sam asked.
"Point taken." Bobby replied.
Bobby rose from his seat. "C'mon Static, lets go get a woman's opinion."
"Meeting adjourned people." Static said as he and Bob exited the room.
****
[Vash and Wanda's Room]
The pale girl with the short black auburn streaked hair stared at Vash with her eerie blue eyes. This was seriously putting a damper on the teleporter's creative juices. She dropped her pen, annoyed and looked up at her audience.
"What do you want Maximoff?" she asked in her 'polite-but-still-might-kill- you' voice.
"What are you doing?" the Scarlet Witch asked.
"Writing." Vash answered dryly.
"What?"
"A letter." she groaned.
"To who, Ray?" Wanda asked.
"No, not that it's any of your business." Vash replied as she went back to her letter.
"Oh, you're writing to Remy aren't you?" Wanda concluded.
Vash's head shot up and her yellow eyes grew wide.
"You still love him don't ya?" Wanda asked.
"I-" Vash stammered and then growled low in her throat. "Did you want something, Maximoff?"
"Yeah."
Vash could see the faint hint of a blush across the girl's nearly white skin. She was disturbed to say the least.
"Some pointers on how to write a love letter." Wanda added.
"And just who are you writing to?" Vash asked suspiciously.
"You have to promise not to get weird on me." Wanda pleaded.
"Fine! Spill it." Vash agreed.
"Boom Boom." Wanda uttered, it was barely above a whisper but Vash heard her anyway of course.
"TABITHA!" Vash screamed.
"Shhh!" Wanda erupted. "Vash! Lower your muthafucking voice!"
"Sorry." Vash said with a huge grin. "So you're gay, huh?"
"No," Wanda replied. "I'm bi."
"Oh."
"That bother you?" Wanda asked.
"No." Vash answered. "So," she began, "Do ya think I'm hot?"
"You're alright." Wanda laughed.
"ALRIGHT!" Vash gasped. "That's it?"
"Yeah!" Wanda laughed. "Besides I wouldn't feel comfortable rooming with someone that I was attracted to."
"Fair enough." Vash conceded.
****
[Sometime later that day in Remy's room]
Remy LeBeau had been hiding in his room for almost a full month now. He had ignored everyone's attempts at getting him to come out. Amazingly, Logan had been the only one not to bother him. The guy had even brought food to his door. He had totally fallen behind in his classes. This was not good if he had any hope of finally getting his diploma this year, but at this point those things didn't matter. He was in the deepest depression that he had ever faced in his young life. Oh, he had been depressed before but nothing like this. Those other times had been because his life sucked so much ass. But now this was different. He had a new life that wasn't really so bad. The only thing was that now he was depressed because he knew that some how, some way he was going to fuck it up. And if he stayed locked in his room there was no way that he could do that.
A month ago, Remy went to Charles Xavier and told him everything about his horrid past. He lowered his shields and let the man into his troubled mind in hopes that he would be forgiven at least on some level. Xavier had reassured the Cajun that he was still very much welcome at the mansion and that he would tell the others in due time. But ever since then Remy had begun to have a hard time keeping his shields under control, it wasn't the professor's fault. The boy was tired, his soul was tired. And living in the house with a bunch of overly emotional teenagers was not helping the Acadian at all. He felt like he was slowly losing his mind. So he stayed in his room, trying to regain some semblance of normality and as of yet not fairing very well.
Just as he was about to give up on life completely, he heard someone at his door. They didn't knock but he knew they were there. He could fell the emotions rolling off of this person, who was most definitely a girl. It was his Vashoba and she was extremely nervous. Remy felt love radiating from the young teleporter and he sighed in relief. She made him feel good. Better than he had in a long time now. He had forgotten how great Vash could make him feel. But still he didn't say a word.
Nor did she. As far as she knew, Remy didn't even know she was there. She held a piece of paper in her hand and took a deep breath. Vash slipped the paper underneath the Cajun's door.
Remy rolled out of bed and drug himself to the door. He glanced around, took in his surroundings and cringed at the state of his room. Pizza boxes and dirty clothes were thrown about. The smell of stale air and old bedding. He sighed to himself and bent down and picked up the note. He returned to his bed and flopped down. He was almost too afraid to read it.
My dearest Remy,
I miss your face. Why are you hiding? You shouldn't be afraid of us.
And definitely not of me. Everyone has been asking about you. They
know. And we don't hate you. We miss you. I miss you. I just want
things to be the way they were before, but I won't force you. I know
you need time. Just hurry up okay. No, I'm just kidding. But seriously
don't ever think you don't matter, because you do. To me and everybody
else. And remember, I love you, no matter what.
Your Ninja Gurl,
Vashoba M. Wagner
The Cajun's heart gave a hard thud in his chest. He gave a happy sigh and laid back into bed.
"Ah have got ta change dese sheets!" he thought.
****
[Scott and Logan]
Logan hated Valentine's Day. It was bad enough that he was stuck in this school just brimming with a bunch of hormone fueled teenagers but now they were hormone fueled teenagers with a good excuse to be hormone fueled teenagers. Wolverine didn't even want to think about the amount of humping and slobbering that was going to occur tonight. And he was sure that he would hear every knock, moan, and squeak thanks to his mutation. If Xavier had had any heart he would have let the man have the night off.
But no, it was assumed that the Wolverine wouldn't be busy tonight, being that he didn't have anyone special in his life. Which was true, but he didn't have to rub it in. Now he was in charge of making sure that there was no hanky panky going on around here. SURE. Besides, he wasn't the only one that was going to moping around tonight.
"What about Slim? His woman is dead. He definitely didn't have any plans for tonight." Logan thought to himself.
"I could not possibly expect Scott to tend to the children tonight." Xavier had said to Logan. "It will be difficult enough for the man as it is."
"Everyday is difficult for that man." Logan grunted aloud.
Just then Wolverine caught the scent of aforementioned slacker. He turned the corner and there was Slim hiding in the den in the dark.
"What the fuck?!" Logan thought. "Is he crying? Again!"
Wolverine stalked over to the sniffling crybaby and yanked him out of the chair.
"Logan!" Scott yelled.
"We're going out Slim." Logan grunted in response.
"Screw those fucking delinquents." He thought. "I need a beer."
****Author's Note****: Something kinky this way comes. (Don't read Jono and Paige's section if you're pure or afraid of intimacy.)
Rogue stepped into the shower and let the scolding water sooth away all her aches and pains. Her normal Saturday morning Danger Room session with Jubilee had banged her up quite a bit. So, the hot shower felt amazing after her rigorous workout. Marie was finally feeling more optimistic about the day. Today was Valentine's and she was positive that Bobby had something special planned. Her Iceman was a bit of a prankster and a klutz at times but she was sure that today he would be serious and romantic. A girl could hope, couldn't she?
As she lathered up, she began to run through all of the possible thoughtful things that Bobby could come up with, but try as she might they always ended up with a horrendous outcome. A romantic candle light dinner that would unfortunately end up in an inferno that would put St. John to shame. Only to be extiquished by a patented Bobby Ice Up © leaving her and their scorched supper in a block of ice. That would be a good way to ruin a Valentine's Day. But before she could concoct another dangerous liaison she was shocked back into reality by the last of the mansion's hot water giving way to a cruel blast of cold. The poor southern girl nearly fell out of the shower; she could not get out fast enough. She screamed and threw her washcloth to the floor in disgust.
"Dammit!" she grunted as she went for towel, and then thought better of it.
She stood there stark naked and looked at herself approvingly. She primped and preened in her bathroom's full length mirror. Kitty's idea of course; the girl was so vain.
"Ah am ratha spectacular, ain't Ah?" she beamed. "And tonite Bobby just might find out just how spectacular Ah really am."
"Oh really?" A familiar voice interrupted.
Rogue nearly jumped out of her notoriously dangerous skin. She quickly went for her towel before realizing just who had interrupted her 'alone' time.
"Jubilee!" she said as she ignored her towel and walked proudly into their room, blushing furiously all the while.
"So," Jubes began. "Ya gonna finally tell him?"
"Ah think tonite is as good a time as any." Rogue answered as she rummaged through her underwear drawer.
Jubilee grinned broadly. "Alas," the Chinese girl chirped. "I couldn't wait 'til today for my Boo."
Rogue raised a curious brow.
"Ya guys already did it?" She asked.
"Yes, and it was amazing! Gotta love those electrokinetics. Lucky for me Static came along or I mighta ended up with Ray. Ugh!" Jubes said before resuming her beaming smile.
"But, nevermind me and Isaac. How are you going to tell Bobby?" Jubilee asked.
The young woman known as Rogue had finally learned to control her mutation. After the arrival of Jonothon Starsmore, Professor Xavier had begun giving counseling sessions to his young pupils. He believed that all the student's powers were controllable to some extent. And in Rogue's case, the Professor hypothesized that there was no way that nature would create creatures that were unable to reproduce. If mutants were the next step in evolution then how could they continue to evolve if they weren't able to touch or be touched? Amazingly, his hypothesis had actually paid off, after weeks of training she reached a breakthrough, she found her switch.
Deep in every mutant's mind there is a switch that turns their respective mutant abilities on and off. And now Marie knew exactly were hers was. Unfortunately for her session mate, Jono, it wasn't that easy. If he cut his powers off that huge hole in his chest would most definitely be a problem. So still he remained. Marie felt bad, but what could she do? She was just so excited that she could now get laid. Jono could still get laid. Now they both could get laid. Getting laid could solve everyone's problems.
****
[Jono's Room]
*Oh Christ!*
Jonothon Starsmore writhed and arched his back against the mattress. Paige was driving him crazy. The things that girl could do with her mouth. If Jono had had a mouth at the moment, he would have been grinning like a fool.
Paige knew exactly what she was doing. She had to remind Jono just who his REAL girlfriend was and if that meant breaking her family strict 'No sex until marriage' rule then so be it. It's not like she was actually having sex with Jono anyway. Blowjobs don't count. Right?
*Oh, God!*
"Jonothon's certainly very vocal," the girl thought. "So ta speak."
She set the thought aside and continued her up and down motions. Then she vaguely thought about how it was that she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Maybe Jubilation was right." She thought. "Maybe all women do have instinctual BJ abilities."
*OH GOD! OH GOD! JES-!*
Jono long thin arms flung around wildly before he suddenly drove them down into the mattress and dung his nails into the comforter.
*Don't touch 'er. Don't touch 'er!* he reminded himself. *She said don't touch 'er!*
For some strange reason, Paige thought that if Jono didn't touch her it wouldn't make what she was going so bad.
"Well, I had to take off my top." She thought to herself. "It was the only way he could get it up. Its okay he touched my breasts right? He's not the first person to do that. I can still wear white at our wedding right?"
Paige pushed away those negative thoughts. Of course she could still wear white at their wedding; she was STILL a virgin. But just as she was feeling at ease with herself, something AWFUL happened.
Jono couldn't take it anymore. It had been too long since he had felt this good. He was so close, he could feel it.
*OH, FUCK!*
Jono instinctively tilted upward and grabbed the back of Paige's head and pushed her down.
Before Paige could protest she felt an extremely hot blast of liquid fill her mouth. He eyes went wide with surprise. She sprang upright and struggled to speak, accidentally swallowing the HORRID stuff. She gasped in disgust. She was speechless.
Jono fell back into the mattress and gave a huge mental sigh. He felt like he was floating. He was groggy; yeah that was it. It was the only excuse he could think of for what he did next.
*Oh Vash.*
It was quiet mind you, compared to Jono's normal psi-tone, but Paige heard him nonetheless.
Jono's big brown eyes got even bigger, if that's possible, when he realized what he'd just said. He sat up slowly to find Paige staring at him blankly.
She didn't scream or yell. That's what scared him. She just quietly got up and got dressed. Jono was speechless. He just watched her leave the room.
*Oh, Bloody 'ell!* he erupted as soon as the door closed and he fell back into the bed.
****
[Static and Iceman's Room]
The room was filled to full capacity by what seemed like the entire teenaged male population of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
"I will now call roll for the 10th official meeting of the Super Secret Council," Bobby Drake said in his best 'this-is-important' tone. "-Artie, Ray, Jamie, Roberto, Sam, Lance, Todd, Piotr,-Where's Remy?"
"Ah tried ta get him ta come outta his room, but he wouldn't even open da door." Sam answered sadly.
Bobby exhaled loudly. "A moment of silence for our fallen comrade."
After a moment Bobby continued. "Ok then, Jones, - And where the hell is Jono?"
"I went down there to get him but he wouldn't open the door." Jamie offered. "And Paige was in there with him and she told me to get lost."
Cannonball went to open his mouth but thought better of it. Besides he had nothing to worry about, his sister knew the rules. They were probably just in a heated debate about conservation. Paige was always concerned with those kinds of things. There was absolutely nothing to worry about.
"Doesn't anyone respect the holiness of the Council anymore?" Bobby groaned. "Fine then, would you please read the minutes for the last meeting Todd."
"Yo!" the mint skinned boy said in response. "First off, afta much heated debate we all decided dat Tabby had a much nicer ass dan Kitty. Sorry, Pete."
"Dat's okay, I still prefer quality over quantity." The Russian replied.
"Your loss. Then we decided that Amara is a bitch." Todd began.
"Fuck all ya'll. She's just misunderstood." Lance interrupted. "I can change her."
"Please." Ray groaned.
"We also declared dat every Friday night would be declared 'Porno Nite' and dat each one of us would be assigned a Friday ta provide da flick." Todd continued.
All of the young 'men' erupted in approval.
"It's your night next week, Roberto." Bobby reminded the Brazilian boy.
"Excellent." Roberto responded in Montgomery Burns fashion.
"Now, that that's outta of the way," Bobby offered. "Is there any new business?"
"Yeah, just what do you get a princess for Valentine's anyway?" Lance asked.
"An attitude adjustment?" Ray offered with a snicker.
"Fuck you, Crisp!" Avalanche barked.
The crowd of assembled boys started shouting and cursing at one another, this prompted Static to groan and bury his face in his hands. He had finally had enough.
"Hay!" he screamed. "Can we get some order here?!" and the lights flickered.
That got everyone's attention.
"I have new business." Static said after regaining his composure.
"Yeah, you guys," Bobby said. "Me and Static need help thinking of something romantic to do for our women."
"An' you're askin' us?" Sam asked.
"Point taken." Bobby replied.
Bobby rose from his seat. "C'mon Static, lets go get a woman's opinion."
"Meeting adjourned people." Static said as he and Bob exited the room.
****
[Vash and Wanda's Room]
The pale girl with the short black auburn streaked hair stared at Vash with her eerie blue eyes. This was seriously putting a damper on the teleporter's creative juices. She dropped her pen, annoyed and looked up at her audience.
"What do you want Maximoff?" she asked in her 'polite-but-still-might-kill- you' voice.
"What are you doing?" the Scarlet Witch asked.
"Writing." Vash answered dryly.
"What?"
"A letter." she groaned.
"To who, Ray?" Wanda asked.
"No, not that it's any of your business." Vash replied as she went back to her letter.
"Oh, you're writing to Remy aren't you?" Wanda concluded.
Vash's head shot up and her yellow eyes grew wide.
"You still love him don't ya?" Wanda asked.
"I-" Vash stammered and then growled low in her throat. "Did you want something, Maximoff?"
"Yeah."
Vash could see the faint hint of a blush across the girl's nearly white skin. She was disturbed to say the least.
"Some pointers on how to write a love letter." Wanda added.
"And just who are you writing to?" Vash asked suspiciously.
"You have to promise not to get weird on me." Wanda pleaded.
"Fine! Spill it." Vash agreed.
"Boom Boom." Wanda uttered, it was barely above a whisper but Vash heard her anyway of course.
"TABITHA!" Vash screamed.
"Shhh!" Wanda erupted. "Vash! Lower your muthafucking voice!"
"Sorry." Vash said with a huge grin. "So you're gay, huh?"
"No," Wanda replied. "I'm bi."
"Oh."
"That bother you?" Wanda asked.
"No." Vash answered. "So," she began, "Do ya think I'm hot?"
"You're alright." Wanda laughed.
"ALRIGHT!" Vash gasped. "That's it?"
"Yeah!" Wanda laughed. "Besides I wouldn't feel comfortable rooming with someone that I was attracted to."
"Fair enough." Vash conceded.
****
[Sometime later that day in Remy's room]
Remy LeBeau had been hiding in his room for almost a full month now. He had ignored everyone's attempts at getting him to come out. Amazingly, Logan had been the only one not to bother him. The guy had even brought food to his door. He had totally fallen behind in his classes. This was not good if he had any hope of finally getting his diploma this year, but at this point those things didn't matter. He was in the deepest depression that he had ever faced in his young life. Oh, he had been depressed before but nothing like this. Those other times had been because his life sucked so much ass. But now this was different. He had a new life that wasn't really so bad. The only thing was that now he was depressed because he knew that some how, some way he was going to fuck it up. And if he stayed locked in his room there was no way that he could do that.
A month ago, Remy went to Charles Xavier and told him everything about his horrid past. He lowered his shields and let the man into his troubled mind in hopes that he would be forgiven at least on some level. Xavier had reassured the Cajun that he was still very much welcome at the mansion and that he would tell the others in due time. But ever since then Remy had begun to have a hard time keeping his shields under control, it wasn't the professor's fault. The boy was tired, his soul was tired. And living in the house with a bunch of overly emotional teenagers was not helping the Acadian at all. He felt like he was slowly losing his mind. So he stayed in his room, trying to regain some semblance of normality and as of yet not fairing very well.
Just as he was about to give up on life completely, he heard someone at his door. They didn't knock but he knew they were there. He could fell the emotions rolling off of this person, who was most definitely a girl. It was his Vashoba and she was extremely nervous. Remy felt love radiating from the young teleporter and he sighed in relief. She made him feel good. Better than he had in a long time now. He had forgotten how great Vash could make him feel. But still he didn't say a word.
Nor did she. As far as she knew, Remy didn't even know she was there. She held a piece of paper in her hand and took a deep breath. Vash slipped the paper underneath the Cajun's door.
Remy rolled out of bed and drug himself to the door. He glanced around, took in his surroundings and cringed at the state of his room. Pizza boxes and dirty clothes were thrown about. The smell of stale air and old bedding. He sighed to himself and bent down and picked up the note. He returned to his bed and flopped down. He was almost too afraid to read it.
My dearest Remy,
I miss your face. Why are you hiding? You shouldn't be afraid of us.
And definitely not of me. Everyone has been asking about you. They
know. And we don't hate you. We miss you. I miss you. I just want
things to be the way they were before, but I won't force you. I know
you need time. Just hurry up okay. No, I'm just kidding. But seriously
don't ever think you don't matter, because you do. To me and everybody
else. And remember, I love you, no matter what.
Your Ninja Gurl,
Vashoba M. Wagner
The Cajun's heart gave a hard thud in his chest. He gave a happy sigh and laid back into bed.
"Ah have got ta change dese sheets!" he thought.
****
[Scott and Logan]
Logan hated Valentine's Day. It was bad enough that he was stuck in this school just brimming with a bunch of hormone fueled teenagers but now they were hormone fueled teenagers with a good excuse to be hormone fueled teenagers. Wolverine didn't even want to think about the amount of humping and slobbering that was going to occur tonight. And he was sure that he would hear every knock, moan, and squeak thanks to his mutation. If Xavier had had any heart he would have let the man have the night off.
But no, it was assumed that the Wolverine wouldn't be busy tonight, being that he didn't have anyone special in his life. Which was true, but he didn't have to rub it in. Now he was in charge of making sure that there was no hanky panky going on around here. SURE. Besides, he wasn't the only one that was going to moping around tonight.
"What about Slim? His woman is dead. He definitely didn't have any plans for tonight." Logan thought to himself.
"I could not possibly expect Scott to tend to the children tonight." Xavier had said to Logan. "It will be difficult enough for the man as it is."
"Everyday is difficult for that man." Logan grunted aloud.
Just then Wolverine caught the scent of aforementioned slacker. He turned the corner and there was Slim hiding in the den in the dark.
"What the fuck?!" Logan thought. "Is he crying? Again!"
Wolverine stalked over to the sniffling crybaby and yanked him out of the chair.
"Logan!" Scott yelled.
"We're going out Slim." Logan grunted in response.
"Screw those fucking delinquents." He thought. "I need a beer."