Disclaimer: I still don't own Jean, Kitty, Scott, and Kurt. The Oscar's and Sir Harry's info and food mentioned in this chapter was taken from the Waldorf-Astoria website. Other information was taken from the World Book Encyclopedia (CD-ROM edition).
As usual, my notes are at the end of the story. Hope you like this chapter! Please review! :)
Chapter 2
Stepping out of the Waldorf-Astoria, Jean and Kitty and Scott and Kurt paused to admire the lively goings-on along Park Avenue. Thousands of individuals bustled along the streets, entering offices or shops, hailing yellow or white taxi cabs, walking dogs, or traipsing to Central Park, a park in the middle of Manhattan which includes the Mall, where outdoor concerts and other events are held.
Across the Park Avenue was 5th Avenue. Situated between 48th and 51st Streets was the Rockefeller Center, which included the Radio City Music Hall, the world's largest indoor theater with a seating capacity of 5,900, and the NBC studios.
St. Patrick's Cathedral was located at 5th Avenue and 50th Street, across the Rockefeller Center. This structure, designed by American architect James Renwick, was one of the best-known examples of Gothic Revival architecture in the United States and was the seat of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New York.
The Museum of Modern Art, which was on W. 53rd Street between Fifth Avenue and the Avenue of the Americas, was just visible around the corner to the right. This famous museum displayed modern paintings, sculptures, films, photographs, and other works of art.
There were so much more buildings and sites, it was impossible to name all of them.
"Blimey!" said Kurt euphorically. "There's tons of places to explore around here!
"I'll say!" agreed Kitty excitedly. "Jean, as soon as we have our stomachs filled, we are definitely starting our 'shop til we drop' expedition!
Jean grinned. "You can count on that.
"I'm looking forward to visiting the Museum of Modern Art," chimed Scott eagerly. "Well--you all know what a learning freak I am, anyway.
Kurt snorted, patting Scott on the back. "Yeah, Scott, as if that wasn't obvious.
Kitty and Jean giggled, then turned a corner and led the way to Oscar's, which was located on the corner of 50th Street and Lexington Avenue. The American brasserie's three course prix-fixe dinner specials, quarterly micro brew beer dinners, and seasonal menus consistently delighted New York diners.
The troop entered the diner, which was a cozy, roomy space, with round black tables, green armchairs, a bar, and bright lights. Jazz music, playing in the background, mingled with the clinking of forks and plates and the peppy chatter of diners.
A maitre'd led them to a table near the door and handed them their menus. The party settled on Lamb Spare Ribs, Smoked Turkey Club, Horseradish Crusted Salmon, Whipped Potatoes, and a bottle of Rivola, Abadia Rutuerta, 2001 red wine. After an hour of luscious, exquisite entrees and excited discussion of the group's many plans for the vacation, they exited the brasserie, fully content.
Kurt let out a huge burp. "Ah, all this excitement must be getting to me.
"Control yourself, Kurt!" said Kitty in mock aghastness. "Honestly, save some of your excitement for when we actually get to where we're going!
Scott chuckled. "I have an idea, mate," he said, swinging his arm around Kurt's neck. "Since the girls probably aren't in the mood to do--I don't know--boy stuff, why don't you and I check out the Museum of Modern Art while the girls go shopping?
"Oh my gosh, Scott, that's a great idea!" squealed Jean, hugging Scott fondly. "Yes, I think Kitty and I'll go shopping while you two boys do boy stuff. What do you think, Kitty?
"I'm so for it," replied Kitty ecstatically. "My credit cards are in for some serious exercise!
"Alright, then!" said Kurt, rubbing his hands together. "Look, it's six in the evening, so why don't we meet in our apartment at eight?
"Agreed," the others chorused. They bade each other farewell and set off in opposite directions, Scott and Kurt to the left and Jean and Kitty to the right.
"Why don't we head over to Macy's?" suggested Kitty as she and Jean sauntered off along the sidewalk past myriads of stores and shops. "I hear they're holding a 10% off sale right now!
"Good thinking!" said Jean. Two hours later, she and Kitty were merrily pacing back to the Waldorf-Astoria, at least a dozen bags from Macy's, Claire's, Target?, Sephora, Gap, Hot Topic, American Eagle, and Aeropostale.
"Whew!" said Kitty exuberantly. "Talk about a shopping spree!
"Yeah, I know!" agreed Jean, grinning. "We definitely maxed out our credit cards this time!
The girls encountered Kurt and Scott in the hotel lobby, who were grinning just as broadly.
"The Museum was excellent!" cried Scott. "You won't believe how much we learned at that place!" He and Kurt were holding a few brochures, souvenir mugs, and bead necklaces.
"I'll say!" said Kurt. "I never knew I'd have so much fun--in a museum!
"Here," said Scott, stepping towards Jean and holding out a bead necklace. "These are jade necklaces, carved, polished, and combined with metal by the Chinese during the Song dynasty. We got them at the museum souvenir shop. They're really beautiful.
He went around Jean, and as Jean held her hair up, fastened the lovely necklace around her neck. Kurt did the same for Kitty.
"These are beautiful!" exclaimed Kitty, a broad smile on her face. "You two are the best!
"Thanks so much, Scott!" Jean thanked her boyfriend brightly. "This means a lot to me.
"It's the least we could do for the best girlfriends in the world," grinned Scott.
"Anyway, what did you girls get?" Kurt asked, nodding curiously at the girls' dozens of shop bags.
"Oh, shirts, dresses, make-up, bags, and shoes..." replied Kitty simply, chuckling contentedly. "The usual.
"Well, we treated ourselves, too," grinned Kurt, holding up a few plastic bags. "A few books at Barnes & Noble, and some magnificent perfume at Barney's.
"Looks like all of us scored a lot today," commented Scott. "But this is just the beginning...Kurt and I are planning to explore the Radio City Music Hall next, and this time, we want you girls to come with us.
Jean and Kitty smiled. "Of course!" they said simultaneously.
"How about some drinks at the bar?" asked Kurt. "Er--I know you don't drink, Kitty, but--
"Oh, don't be silly, Kurt, that's a great idea!" protested Kitty. "We can all go. I think Sir Harry's is a good place!
"Yeah, I've been wanting to check that place out," agreed Scott.
"Come on, then; let's change into some fresh clothes and head down to the bar!" cried Jean, grabbing Scott's hand and leading the way to the elevators.
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Twenty minutes later, Jean and her friends were at Sir Harry's, which was located just off the main lobby and offered traditional club ambiance with an elegant bar and seating around checkerboard tables. The four teens were seated at the bar, discussing the day's adventures and relaxedly sipping French martinis.
Jean paused to stir her drink with her finger, and out of the corner of her eye, spotted the door to the bar swing open. She recognized the newcomers at once: They were the two rich girls they had encountered the previous day in the elevator.
Watching them, Jean saw the girls seat themselves at a checkerboard table not far from where she was seated. A waiter came over to them and took their orders. At that moment, Jean remembered how Scott had stared avidly at the girls the other day.
"...and in the North Wing were the model airplanes," Kurt was saying eagerly. "Boy, you girls should have seen--what's the matter, Jean?" He had noticed Jean staring absently somewhere else.
"Oh, er--nothing," said Jean quickly, averting her eyes from the girls. "I think I'm gonna go back up to our apartment; I'm pooped out from our shopping." She grinned and added, "I can finally test out the marble bathtub and take a long, luxurious bubble bath.
"I'll come with you, Jean," offered Kitty. "Come to think of it, I'm pretty worn out myself.
"Oh, alright, then, Jean and Kitty," said Scott reluctantly. "Kurt and I'll stay here a bit more and finish our drinks...We'll be right up, okay!
Kitty and Jean said good-bye and went up to their apartment. Kitty decided she wanted to watch TV with a cup of hot chocolate, and ran off to the bedroom like a little kid about to visit the zoo. Jean shook her head, laughing silently, and walked to the large bathroom. After gathering some towels and scented candles, filling the marble tub with lavender bubble bath, and popping a new age CD into her CD player, Jean took her clothes off. She carefully laid the jade necklace Scott gave her on the sinktop, and stepped into the warm bath.
The bath was incredibly soothing. Jean tilted her head back and rested it on the edge of the bath, and closed her eyes, drumming her fingers in sync with the soft music against the side of the tub. After a half hour and feeling extremely better and more relaxed, she got out of the bath, dried herself with the towels, and slipped into a soft, silk camisole. Leaving the bathroom and glancing around, she saw no sign of Scott nor Kurt.
"Where are the boys?" Jean asked Kitty, who was curled up on the divan, her eyes plastered to the TV set.
"I don't think they're here yet," replied Kitty, turning to Jean. "I guess they decided to stroll around the hotel some more.
"Scott said he and Kurt'd be here right after they finished their drinks," Jean murmured as she got in bed, pulled the covers over her, and picked up a copy of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen from the bedroom bureau. She concentrated on the book for a while, but after another half hour, set it down on the bed and looked around the room. Where are those two? she wondered, a bit worried.
"Kitty, I think I'm going to go out and search for Scott and Kurt," announced Jean, getting up and pulling on a pair of pants and a cable knit sweater. "They should have arrived here a long time ago. If something happened to them...
Kitty tore her eyes away from the TV, then gazed at Jean. "Well, alright..You go on and I'll stay here and keep an eye on the apartment. And mind you, be careful.
Jean nodded grimly and strode out of the room and into the wide corridor outside the suite. She was just about to start off towards the elevator when its doors slid open, and Scott and Kurt ambled out of it. They stopped dead when they saw Jean.
"Jean!" cried Scott. "What are you doing out of the apartment? It's late at ni--
"I think I need to ask you the same question, Scott," said Jean firmly. "What were and Kurt up to? You said you'd be at the apartment after you finished your drinks!
"Well, you wouldn't believe what happened at the bar, Jean," explained Kurt earnestly. "Remember those two girls we saw right here just yesterday? We came across them at the bar, and we had a couple of drinks...Then, uh, we were invited up to their apartment..
"So you went up to some girls' apartment and left me and Kitty to wait up for you in our suite?" said Jean, her eyes flashing. "Why did you accept their invitation anyway? You hardly know them!
"Oh, we know a few things about them," said Scott quickly. "Besides, it was just to hang out...The girls are cousins, and they own a Luxury Suite--
"I don't want to hear it," Jean interrupted curtly. "I don't want to hear all about your little adventure with those girls...You could have at least told us about your plans before carrying on with them." She folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Scott and Kurt.
Kurt hung his head. "We're really sorry, Jean. I guess we got carried away. We...we were probably drunk because of all the drinks.
"You got drunk?" said Jean incredulously, staring at the boys. "Unbelievable. You come across two pretty girls and all of a sudden you let yourselves get drunk. How responsible.
"Pretty girls?" said Scott, gaping at Jean. "Who says they're pretty? I know, we were irresponsible to get drunk like that, but our getting drunk had nothing to do with those girls!"
"I saw you staring wide-eyed at them yesterday at the elevator," said Jean dubiously, anger rising up inside her.
"Well--you have to admit they draw lots of attention, with their designer clothes and all that," said Scott, moving closer to Jean, "but you musn't worry about them! We just hung out with them, that's all.
"Designer clothes, huh?" retorted Jean. "So you noticed. Does their being rich have anything to do with your insane decision to leave me and Kitty alone while you wile away at some 'luxury apartment'?
"Jean, you're overreacting," said Scott, trying to steer the heated conversation away from these dangerous waters. "This is just like meeting new people and making friends! How rich those girls are doesn't matter to us.
Jean couldn't help it. She decided to break into Scott's mind and read his thoughts.
Jean's seriously overreacting, Scott thought. We didn't do anything wrong with those girls...Sure, they're rich and attractive, but--
"Don't play around with me," yelled Jean, her eyes blaring. "You find those girls pretty and you can't overlook the fact that they're rich, I know you can't! I would've thought you'd know better than to...to..."
Kurt was silent. On the other hand, Scott scowled. He knew Jean had broken into his thoughts.
"You don't trust me, do you?" he said quietly. "I thought you knew how much I loved you, and here you are acting all jealous just because Kurt and I've made friends with two other girls.
Jean stammered. Now you've done it, she said to herself. You've hurt Scott's feelings.
Scott strode furiously past Jean and stomped off to their suite.
"Scott!" Jean called, tears welling up in her eyes. "WAIT!"
But Scott had disappeared. Kurt turned back and glanced sadly at Jean, then slowly walked to the apartment, leaving her sobbing slowly in the middle of the wide, brightly lit hallway.
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So, how d'ya guys like this chapter? :D I hope I didn't ruin things much for Kurt/Kitty and Scott/Jean shippers [say, myself], but that's the way the story goes! Anyway, review thanks:
Sentoris: Your review helped me a lot! I'm a Scott/Jean fan, too, and I hated writing the argument between the two of them, but trust me, the end will be much better [if not happier]. :) I hope you still like and continue to read my story despite how I wrote it!
Grey Werewolf: Lol! Thanks. :D It's okay, I think I finally figured out how to make the spaces work. But thanks for offering anyway!
To all readers, I'm sorry I don't update very quickly, but I write everyday and try to make the story as good as possible! Thanks to all of you for reading this! :) Chapter 3 coming soon!
As usual, my notes are at the end of the story. Hope you like this chapter! Please review! :)
Chapter 2
Stepping out of the Waldorf-Astoria, Jean and Kitty and Scott and Kurt paused to admire the lively goings-on along Park Avenue. Thousands of individuals bustled along the streets, entering offices or shops, hailing yellow or white taxi cabs, walking dogs, or traipsing to Central Park, a park in the middle of Manhattan which includes the Mall, where outdoor concerts and other events are held.
Across the Park Avenue was 5th Avenue. Situated between 48th and 51st Streets was the Rockefeller Center, which included the Radio City Music Hall, the world's largest indoor theater with a seating capacity of 5,900, and the NBC studios.
St. Patrick's Cathedral was located at 5th Avenue and 50th Street, across the Rockefeller Center. This structure, designed by American architect James Renwick, was one of the best-known examples of Gothic Revival architecture in the United States and was the seat of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New York.
The Museum of Modern Art, which was on W. 53rd Street between Fifth Avenue and the Avenue of the Americas, was just visible around the corner to the right. This famous museum displayed modern paintings, sculptures, films, photographs, and other works of art.
There were so much more buildings and sites, it was impossible to name all of them.
"Blimey!" said Kurt euphorically. "There's tons of places to explore around here!
"I'll say!" agreed Kitty excitedly. "Jean, as soon as we have our stomachs filled, we are definitely starting our 'shop til we drop' expedition!
Jean grinned. "You can count on that.
"I'm looking forward to visiting the Museum of Modern Art," chimed Scott eagerly. "Well--you all know what a learning freak I am, anyway.
Kurt snorted, patting Scott on the back. "Yeah, Scott, as if that wasn't obvious.
Kitty and Jean giggled, then turned a corner and led the way to Oscar's, which was located on the corner of 50th Street and Lexington Avenue. The American brasserie's three course prix-fixe dinner specials, quarterly micro brew beer dinners, and seasonal menus consistently delighted New York diners.
The troop entered the diner, which was a cozy, roomy space, with round black tables, green armchairs, a bar, and bright lights. Jazz music, playing in the background, mingled with the clinking of forks and plates and the peppy chatter of diners.
A maitre'd led them to a table near the door and handed them their menus. The party settled on Lamb Spare Ribs, Smoked Turkey Club, Horseradish Crusted Salmon, Whipped Potatoes, and a bottle of Rivola, Abadia Rutuerta, 2001 red wine. After an hour of luscious, exquisite entrees and excited discussion of the group's many plans for the vacation, they exited the brasserie, fully content.
Kurt let out a huge burp. "Ah, all this excitement must be getting to me.
"Control yourself, Kurt!" said Kitty in mock aghastness. "Honestly, save some of your excitement for when we actually get to where we're going!
Scott chuckled. "I have an idea, mate," he said, swinging his arm around Kurt's neck. "Since the girls probably aren't in the mood to do--I don't know--boy stuff, why don't you and I check out the Museum of Modern Art while the girls go shopping?
"Oh my gosh, Scott, that's a great idea!" squealed Jean, hugging Scott fondly. "Yes, I think Kitty and I'll go shopping while you two boys do boy stuff. What do you think, Kitty?
"I'm so for it," replied Kitty ecstatically. "My credit cards are in for some serious exercise!
"Alright, then!" said Kurt, rubbing his hands together. "Look, it's six in the evening, so why don't we meet in our apartment at eight?
"Agreed," the others chorused. They bade each other farewell and set off in opposite directions, Scott and Kurt to the left and Jean and Kitty to the right.
"Why don't we head over to Macy's?" suggested Kitty as she and Jean sauntered off along the sidewalk past myriads of stores and shops. "I hear they're holding a 10% off sale right now!
"Good thinking!" said Jean. Two hours later, she and Kitty were merrily pacing back to the Waldorf-Astoria, at least a dozen bags from Macy's, Claire's, Target?, Sephora, Gap, Hot Topic, American Eagle, and Aeropostale.
"Whew!" said Kitty exuberantly. "Talk about a shopping spree!
"Yeah, I know!" agreed Jean, grinning. "We definitely maxed out our credit cards this time!
The girls encountered Kurt and Scott in the hotel lobby, who were grinning just as broadly.
"The Museum was excellent!" cried Scott. "You won't believe how much we learned at that place!" He and Kurt were holding a few brochures, souvenir mugs, and bead necklaces.
"I'll say!" said Kurt. "I never knew I'd have so much fun--in a museum!
"Here," said Scott, stepping towards Jean and holding out a bead necklace. "These are jade necklaces, carved, polished, and combined with metal by the Chinese during the Song dynasty. We got them at the museum souvenir shop. They're really beautiful.
He went around Jean, and as Jean held her hair up, fastened the lovely necklace around her neck. Kurt did the same for Kitty.
"These are beautiful!" exclaimed Kitty, a broad smile on her face. "You two are the best!
"Thanks so much, Scott!" Jean thanked her boyfriend brightly. "This means a lot to me.
"It's the least we could do for the best girlfriends in the world," grinned Scott.
"Anyway, what did you girls get?" Kurt asked, nodding curiously at the girls' dozens of shop bags.
"Oh, shirts, dresses, make-up, bags, and shoes..." replied Kitty simply, chuckling contentedly. "The usual.
"Well, we treated ourselves, too," grinned Kurt, holding up a few plastic bags. "A few books at Barnes & Noble, and some magnificent perfume at Barney's.
"Looks like all of us scored a lot today," commented Scott. "But this is just the beginning...Kurt and I are planning to explore the Radio City Music Hall next, and this time, we want you girls to come with us.
Jean and Kitty smiled. "Of course!" they said simultaneously.
"How about some drinks at the bar?" asked Kurt. "Er--I know you don't drink, Kitty, but--
"Oh, don't be silly, Kurt, that's a great idea!" protested Kitty. "We can all go. I think Sir Harry's is a good place!
"Yeah, I've been wanting to check that place out," agreed Scott.
"Come on, then; let's change into some fresh clothes and head down to the bar!" cried Jean, grabbing Scott's hand and leading the way to the elevators.
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Twenty minutes later, Jean and her friends were at Sir Harry's, which was located just off the main lobby and offered traditional club ambiance with an elegant bar and seating around checkerboard tables. The four teens were seated at the bar, discussing the day's adventures and relaxedly sipping French martinis.
Jean paused to stir her drink with her finger, and out of the corner of her eye, spotted the door to the bar swing open. She recognized the newcomers at once: They were the two rich girls they had encountered the previous day in the elevator.
Watching them, Jean saw the girls seat themselves at a checkerboard table not far from where she was seated. A waiter came over to them and took their orders. At that moment, Jean remembered how Scott had stared avidly at the girls the other day.
"...and in the North Wing were the model airplanes," Kurt was saying eagerly. "Boy, you girls should have seen--what's the matter, Jean?" He had noticed Jean staring absently somewhere else.
"Oh, er--nothing," said Jean quickly, averting her eyes from the girls. "I think I'm gonna go back up to our apartment; I'm pooped out from our shopping." She grinned and added, "I can finally test out the marble bathtub and take a long, luxurious bubble bath.
"I'll come with you, Jean," offered Kitty. "Come to think of it, I'm pretty worn out myself.
"Oh, alright, then, Jean and Kitty," said Scott reluctantly. "Kurt and I'll stay here a bit more and finish our drinks...We'll be right up, okay!
Kitty and Jean said good-bye and went up to their apartment. Kitty decided she wanted to watch TV with a cup of hot chocolate, and ran off to the bedroom like a little kid about to visit the zoo. Jean shook her head, laughing silently, and walked to the large bathroom. After gathering some towels and scented candles, filling the marble tub with lavender bubble bath, and popping a new age CD into her CD player, Jean took her clothes off. She carefully laid the jade necklace Scott gave her on the sinktop, and stepped into the warm bath.
The bath was incredibly soothing. Jean tilted her head back and rested it on the edge of the bath, and closed her eyes, drumming her fingers in sync with the soft music against the side of the tub. After a half hour and feeling extremely better and more relaxed, she got out of the bath, dried herself with the towels, and slipped into a soft, silk camisole. Leaving the bathroom and glancing around, she saw no sign of Scott nor Kurt.
"Where are the boys?" Jean asked Kitty, who was curled up on the divan, her eyes plastered to the TV set.
"I don't think they're here yet," replied Kitty, turning to Jean. "I guess they decided to stroll around the hotel some more.
"Scott said he and Kurt'd be here right after they finished their drinks," Jean murmured as she got in bed, pulled the covers over her, and picked up a copy of Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen from the bedroom bureau. She concentrated on the book for a while, but after another half hour, set it down on the bed and looked around the room. Where are those two? she wondered, a bit worried.
"Kitty, I think I'm going to go out and search for Scott and Kurt," announced Jean, getting up and pulling on a pair of pants and a cable knit sweater. "They should have arrived here a long time ago. If something happened to them...
Kitty tore her eyes away from the TV, then gazed at Jean. "Well, alright..You go on and I'll stay here and keep an eye on the apartment. And mind you, be careful.
Jean nodded grimly and strode out of the room and into the wide corridor outside the suite. She was just about to start off towards the elevator when its doors slid open, and Scott and Kurt ambled out of it. They stopped dead when they saw Jean.
"Jean!" cried Scott. "What are you doing out of the apartment? It's late at ni--
"I think I need to ask you the same question, Scott," said Jean firmly. "What were and Kurt up to? You said you'd be at the apartment after you finished your drinks!
"Well, you wouldn't believe what happened at the bar, Jean," explained Kurt earnestly. "Remember those two girls we saw right here just yesterday? We came across them at the bar, and we had a couple of drinks...Then, uh, we were invited up to their apartment..
"So you went up to some girls' apartment and left me and Kitty to wait up for you in our suite?" said Jean, her eyes flashing. "Why did you accept their invitation anyway? You hardly know them!
"Oh, we know a few things about them," said Scott quickly. "Besides, it was just to hang out...The girls are cousins, and they own a Luxury Suite--
"I don't want to hear it," Jean interrupted curtly. "I don't want to hear all about your little adventure with those girls...You could have at least told us about your plans before carrying on with them." She folded her arms across her chest, glaring at Scott and Kurt.
Kurt hung his head. "We're really sorry, Jean. I guess we got carried away. We...we were probably drunk because of all the drinks.
"You got drunk?" said Jean incredulously, staring at the boys. "Unbelievable. You come across two pretty girls and all of a sudden you let yourselves get drunk. How responsible.
"Pretty girls?" said Scott, gaping at Jean. "Who says they're pretty? I know, we were irresponsible to get drunk like that, but our getting drunk had nothing to do with those girls!"
"I saw you staring wide-eyed at them yesterday at the elevator," said Jean dubiously, anger rising up inside her.
"Well--you have to admit they draw lots of attention, with their designer clothes and all that," said Scott, moving closer to Jean, "but you musn't worry about them! We just hung out with them, that's all.
"Designer clothes, huh?" retorted Jean. "So you noticed. Does their being rich have anything to do with your insane decision to leave me and Kitty alone while you wile away at some 'luxury apartment'?
"Jean, you're overreacting," said Scott, trying to steer the heated conversation away from these dangerous waters. "This is just like meeting new people and making friends! How rich those girls are doesn't matter to us.
Jean couldn't help it. She decided to break into Scott's mind and read his thoughts.
Jean's seriously overreacting, Scott thought. We didn't do anything wrong with those girls...Sure, they're rich and attractive, but--
"Don't play around with me," yelled Jean, her eyes blaring. "You find those girls pretty and you can't overlook the fact that they're rich, I know you can't! I would've thought you'd know better than to...to..."
Kurt was silent. On the other hand, Scott scowled. He knew Jean had broken into his thoughts.
"You don't trust me, do you?" he said quietly. "I thought you knew how much I loved you, and here you are acting all jealous just because Kurt and I've made friends with two other girls.
Jean stammered. Now you've done it, she said to herself. You've hurt Scott's feelings.
Scott strode furiously past Jean and stomped off to their suite.
"Scott!" Jean called, tears welling up in her eyes. "WAIT!"
But Scott had disappeared. Kurt turned back and glanced sadly at Jean, then slowly walked to the apartment, leaving her sobbing slowly in the middle of the wide, brightly lit hallway.
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So, how d'ya guys like this chapter? :D I hope I didn't ruin things much for Kurt/Kitty and Scott/Jean shippers [say, myself], but that's the way the story goes! Anyway, review thanks:
Sentoris: Your review helped me a lot! I'm a Scott/Jean fan, too, and I hated writing the argument between the two of them, but trust me, the end will be much better [if not happier]. :) I hope you still like and continue to read my story despite how I wrote it!
Grey Werewolf: Lol! Thanks. :D It's okay, I think I finally figured out how to make the spaces work. But thanks for offering anyway!
To all readers, I'm sorry I don't update very quickly, but I write everyday and try to make the story as good as possible! Thanks to all of you for reading this! :) Chapter 3 coming soon!