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Chap 3: Day 1
Day 1
Kurt woke up that morning with the worst sense of dread he'd ever felt since, well-ever. He did his morning routine, showering, combing and brushing out fur and hair, and accept for the shoes and jeans he dressed normally. Then he clicked on his watch.
"Ach, mien Gott!" Kurt just stared at his reflection.
If it hadn't been really him, he would have seriously thought about asking the girl in the mirror out. "They out did themselves," he muttered in awe. "They really outdid themselves." Remembering the shoes jubilee had spent a whopping 300 dollars for, he carefully made his way down the hall and out the door. Jean had borrowed Scott's car, making him sit in the back. But Scott almost had a heart attack when he saw the new girl coming their way.
She was petite, not much taller than Kitty. She had short raven hair, cut to frame her face and soft bangs. Stunning blue eyes were enhanced by very subtle colors of her make-up, and her lips were baby pink.
Pink and red seemed to be her colors too. Red cherry earrings, pink tank top with a red see-through knit top over it. Pink fingernails, pink toenails, red high heel sandals, tight denim bell bottoms with a cherry bomb patch right under her-not that Scott was looking, no, no, he wasn't. Not at all. Nada. Despite the fact that the girl was built like a brick house-Gold bangles like Jean's with cherry charms on them, a soft pink velvet choker with, you guessed it, a cherry charm. A green backpack completed the outfit.
And boy could she move those hips. Scott was out of the car so fast he almost tore a muscle. "H-hi! I'm Summers Scott-I-I mean, Scott Summers. Who-who are you?"
Kurt almost gave himself a lip piercing trying not o laugh, but managed to say, "my name is Kristina Wagner, I'm new to this country."
"R-really? Where are you from?"
'Good lord, Scott, get a clue, I'm Kristina Wagner.' "I'm from Germany, my cousin Kurt thought it might be nice for me to see his new home in America."
"Go Kurt," Scott said absently. He didn't quite hear the choked giggling from Jean and Kitty, and almost every other girl who was coming into the garage. He also ignored the camera flash. "I didn't even know he'd left. You want a ride?"
"Yes, I would like that." She waited patiently, and Scott got it together enough to open the door for her. Jean couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing. Kitty joined her, and Rahne managed to choke out, "Scott, that's Kurt!"
Fearless Leader frowned in utter confusion. "What?"
Kurt turned off the inducer and grinned.
He soon stopped smiling and ran for dear life while Scott kept trying to shoot him.
"Come back here, you cross-dressing weirdo!!"
"Aw, but Scott, I thought you liked me!"
"AHHHHH!!!!"
the fuzzy dude-er, dudette, did a handspring to dodge, suddenly porting out of sight. he popped back in right behind Scott. "Man, big brother, how long have you had that tick in you cheek?"
Scott saw red in more ways than one. "GRRRRRR!!"
Jean and Kitty were holding onto each other for dear life, helplessly sobbing with laughter. Rahne could barely hold the camera to take incriminating pictures.
"GET BACK HERE YOU FURBALL!"
"Um, no?" Kurt ported to the roof.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
"I'm beginning to think that's a speech impediment. Seriously dude, you're gonna give yourself a stroke!"
To say that the car ride was memorable was an understatement.
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Chap 3: Day 1
Day 1
Kurt woke up that morning with the worst sense of dread he'd ever felt since, well-ever. He did his morning routine, showering, combing and brushing out fur and hair, and accept for the shoes and jeans he dressed normally. Then he clicked on his watch.
"Ach, mien Gott!" Kurt just stared at his reflection.
If it hadn't been really him, he would have seriously thought about asking the girl in the mirror out. "They out did themselves," he muttered in awe. "They really outdid themselves." Remembering the shoes jubilee had spent a whopping 300 dollars for, he carefully made his way down the hall and out the door. Jean had borrowed Scott's car, making him sit in the back. But Scott almost had a heart attack when he saw the new girl coming their way.
She was petite, not much taller than Kitty. She had short raven hair, cut to frame her face and soft bangs. Stunning blue eyes were enhanced by very subtle colors of her make-up, and her lips were baby pink.
Pink and red seemed to be her colors too. Red cherry earrings, pink tank top with a red see-through knit top over it. Pink fingernails, pink toenails, red high heel sandals, tight denim bell bottoms with a cherry bomb patch right under her-not that Scott was looking, no, no, he wasn't. Not at all. Nada. Despite the fact that the girl was built like a brick house-Gold bangles like Jean's with cherry charms on them, a soft pink velvet choker with, you guessed it, a cherry charm. A green backpack completed the outfit.
And boy could she move those hips. Scott was out of the car so fast he almost tore a muscle. "H-hi! I'm Summers Scott-I-I mean, Scott Summers. Who-who are you?"
Kurt almost gave himself a lip piercing trying not o laugh, but managed to say, "my name is Kristina Wagner, I'm new to this country."
"R-really? Where are you from?"
'Good lord, Scott, get a clue, I'm Kristina Wagner.' "I'm from Germany, my cousin Kurt thought it might be nice for me to see his new home in America."
"Go Kurt," Scott said absently. He didn't quite hear the choked giggling from Jean and Kitty, and almost every other girl who was coming into the garage. He also ignored the camera flash. "I didn't even know he'd left. You want a ride?"
"Yes, I would like that." She waited patiently, and Scott got it together enough to open the door for her. Jean couldn't help it anymore and burst out laughing. Kitty joined her, and Rahne managed to choke out, "Scott, that's Kurt!"
Fearless Leader frowned in utter confusion. "What?"
Kurt turned off the inducer and grinned.
He soon stopped smiling and ran for dear life while Scott kept trying to shoot him.
"Come back here, you cross-dressing weirdo!!"
"Aw, but Scott, I thought you liked me!"
"AHHHHH!!!!"
the fuzzy dude-er, dudette, did a handspring to dodge, suddenly porting out of sight. he popped back in right behind Scott. "Man, big brother, how long have you had that tick in you cheek?"
Scott saw red in more ways than one. "GRRRRRR!!"
Jean and Kitty were holding onto each other for dear life, helplessly sobbing with laughter. Rahne could barely hold the camera to take incriminating pictures.
"GET BACK HERE YOU FURBALL!"
"Um, no?" Kurt ported to the roof.
"AAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!"
"I'm beginning to think that's a speech impediment. Seriously dude, you're gonna give yourself a stroke!"
To say that the car ride was memorable was an understatement.
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