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Chapter 7

So, miraculously without needing any further persuasion, the two teams went to their respective places on the field. Jubilee had volunteered her team to be up first.

"C'mon guys! This is gonna be fun!" She insisted, skipping ahead of her less-enthusiastic team-mates.

Jean hung back with Scott, who wasn't exactly the happiest coconut in their bunch after being picked last.

"Oh, Scott. It won't be that bad. I'm sure you'll enjoy it…" Jean said, trying to offer some comfort though she herself was gritting her teeth.

"Sure…" He muttered, not turning to look at her. "You keep thinking that, Jean. Just keep thinking it…"

Jubilee stood behind home plate, more than happy to be up first and set a good example… not to mention she'd been dying play all night. Smoothly, she threw Bobby the ball. He glared at it then her before stepping hesitantly onto the pitcher's mound. He held the ball in a ready position. If he rolled it, the fate of all of them would be sealed…

He did. Very badly, in fact. Having not cared enough to put power behind his pitch, the ball moved slowly towards home plate, only to shy off to the right a few moments before reaching its proper destination. The others had unconsciously moved in closer. Jubilee was such a small girl. There was no way she'd be able to get the ball to go very far, especially with a lopsided pitch like that…

But Jubilee watched the ball intently. She scooted to her left, following its path. At the final moment she stuck her tongue between her teeth, pulled her foot back and…

"Holy…" Bobby trailed off, his eyes skyward. Everyone looked into the air dumbly. The kickball- now a red speck in the sky- seemed to laugh at them as it soared over their heads, finally arching downwards, rolling several feet, and coming to a halt twenty or so yards into the 'outfield.'

No one moved. Jubilee, however, shrieked with joy, pumping her fist in the air as she ran around all the bases, jumping when she reached home plate.

"Yes! One-zero, no outs to the YELLOW TEAM!" She didn't notice that no one was moving until she'd finished a short victory dance.

"Um… what's wrong?"

Remy spoke up from behind her. "Where… where did you learn to kick like dat?" But she only smiled at him. The other team finally reacted.

"You have a run… ALREADY?" Bobby cried in disbelief. He'd figured Jubilee would make him pitch again, not kick the ball to heaven and back.

"Never thought ya had it in ya…" Logan mused.

"Look's like you're up," Jubilee said happily to Remy. He grinned, shrugging, and stepped up to the plate. A disgruntled Bobby tossed the ball as best he could. It bounced a little, but didn't go off course. Remy kicked it right down the third base line, directly passed Rogue who was otherwise occupied with crossing her arms and scowling.

Kurt half-heartedly left his spot at second base to chase after it. Of course, by the time he made it back Remy had already stepped on home plate and shared a high-five with Jubilee.

Bobby seethed. "Rogue! It went right past you! What were you doing!?"

"Pretending not to be here." She said with a sarcastic smile. Bobby growled, turning to Kurt.

"And you! What's with the slow motion all of the sudden?"

Ororo stepped up, hoping to break up the fight so the game didn't last any longer than it needed to. "Come on now, it's only a game, Bobby. You don't need to get so worked up over it. You don't see anyone else, do you?"

But even Scott Summers couldn't be indifferent about two home runs.

"We are SO beating them!" He said with the rest of his team-mates, who were finally showing some enthusiasm.

Ororo's jaw dropped as Bobby began his pep talk. "Guys, we CAN'T just let them celebrate like that!"

"Oh yes we can. Ah'm exhausted." Rogue groaned.

"Ja. Who cares who vins? I just vant to take a shower…"

"Listen to them!" Bobby said, gesturing wildly towards the other team. "They think they're better than us! You can't get tired on me NOW!"

Logan finally wandered over, finding he couldn't stand to watch the other team's victory in action any longer. "Weren't you the one who wanted ta go ta bed so bad?"

Not anymore, apparently. There was a glint in Bobby's eye similar to Jubilee's.

"If we have to play, we might as well win." He answered.

But they just wouldn't see it Bobby's way. That is until an unwelcome sound me their ears…

"THE YELLOW TEAM IS DYNAMITE AND WHEN YOU MESS WITH DYNAMITE IT GOES TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK-TICK BA-BOOM, DYNAMITE! BA-BOOM, DYNAMITE!"

"All right." Ororo blurted.

"Fahne."

"If ya say so."

"I'll play."

"Two runs in two pitches?" Rogue said in disbelief. "You ain't pitchin' no more, Sugah." She snatched the ball from Kurt's hands and headed to the pitcher's mound. Bobby took her place at third and the others assumed their proper positions, throwing hard glares to the other team which was finally settling down.

"They look serious." Hank commented.

Jean was exasperated. "I thought no one wanted to play!"

"Why," Said Jubilee, shocked, "Wouldn't anyone want to play kickball?"

They groaned.

"You guys gonna play or what?" Bobby called. They all turned to Hank.

"I don't see why not," he shrugged.

And so the game was on.

End of chapter

Post A/N: Did anyone else notice that that chapter wasn't as good? Perhaps its because I'm writing at the wrong time. You see, it's only 9:43 PM and I usually do my writing around two in the morning…

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