Okay people, sorry I haven't written in a while. . . school sucks. And what else is new?
Anyways, on with the story.
Natalie skulked down the hallway, clad in soffees and a tank. She carried flipflops in her other hand. Her face was partly covered by her shades. Logan was leaned against the wall at the end of the hallway, watching her.
"Alright Rainbow girl, follow me."
Natalie looked on curiously as she followed him. She stared at the Wolverine's back. He was wearing his uniform, instead of the simple jeans and muscle shirt he usually wore. The muscles in his back quivered with every stride he took. She wondered how he could look that healthy at his age. . . then mentally kicked herself for even thinking that.
"Ew, he's. . . old." She thought to herself.
Actually yeah that is sick. And nice job on Pietro.
Natalie rolled her eyes as she walked into the danger room. Logan held the door open for her to pass through. She flung her shoes into the corner.
Thanks for your support.
Whatever.
"Okay, Wayne. Listen up."
Logan clapped his hands together. Like he was actually enjoying the awaiting torturous exercises. Natalie sighed and stood at attention.
"You don't need to learn to fight. That's not what you're here for. You're here to learn about how to manage your powers."
Natalie just stared at him, barely breathing. "And I think you've been spending too much time with the Professor."
Logan rolled his eyes. "You're going to learn the art of defense. If they can't touch you, they can't beat you. Even half-pint can tell you that."
Natalie smiled. "So can we start already?"
"Damn I'm tired!"
Natalie limped down the hall to her room. She heard her phone ringing, so
she limped faster. Damn phone.
She felt her way along the wall to her room, and collapsed on her bed. It
rang twice. Three times. She groaned and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Natalie, it's St. John."
She jerked upright. "How the hell did you get my number?"
"I found it on your cell, love."
"But when did you get my cell. You freakin' liar!"
"Chill out love, it's no big deal, I just sneaked a peek in the office. I
can't live with the Cajun and not pick up on a few of that bloke's
tricks."
Natalie tried hard to suppress a gentle smile, but it came through
anyway. "So what's up?"
"Not much, love, just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me
tonight."
"Dude, I can't! I'm grounded."
"Oy, that sucks, love." Silence hung over them.
"So um, I guess I'll see you at school?"
"Yeah, sheila, g'nite."
"Nite."
Natalie hung up the phone, saddened. She leaned against a bedpost, and
drew her knees up to her chin. She stared at the wall for a long time,
deep in thought.
Natalie jerked awake. "Oh. . . what time is it?"
She looked over. 8 o'clock. She rolled her eyes, flickering orange with
annoyance.
"Might as well get a shower."
She undressed quickly, and grabbing her royal blue terrycloth robe,
headed for her bathroom. Kitty was downstairs doing homework, so Natalie
flipped on the radio, putting in her Punisher cd. She smiled as Seether's
'Broken' filled her ears.
"Now that's music."
She turned on the water. She stuck her slender hand under the faucet,
letting the warm water rush over her hand. She smiled. Perfect. And she
stepped in, sighing.
"Finally, I can get some peace around her. Damn I hate shinsplints!"
Twenty minutes later, Natalie stepped out of the shower, quickly drying
off. Her layered hair hung wet around her flushed face. Her eyes sparkled
sapphire blue. Normal. She looked in the mirror to see them, and smiled
brightly. Then they flickered purple, then dark blue as sadness overtook
her.
"I wonder how mama's doing."
She slipped her robe over her shoulders, and tied it at the waist. It
didn't exactly cover her well, but it covered enough. She stepped out,
looking to see if Kitty was nearby. No sign of her. So she rummaged
through her dresser drawer and pulled out her white gown, bra, and
panties. She had just slipped on her undergarments when she heard a faint
tapping at her window.
She gasped, throwing her gown over her head, and running to the balcony.
Just as she opened the door, another rock flew up from the ground and hit
her in the forehead.
"Ay-yow!" She held her hand to her face.
"Show yourself!"
St. John appeared from the shadows.
"Sorry luv. . . didn't see ya there."
She smiled as she massaged her forehead. "Pissant!"
"Oy, ya got me."
He held his hands to his heart dramatically. "Now no need for name
calling. I come in peace. Got my white flag and everything."
Natalie smiled from where she stood facing down at him.
"I don't see it."
"Hold on."
He disappeared. Natalie glanced behind her to see Kitty walking out of
their shared room. The girl turned around, waving at her, and walked out
again.
"And she had no idea! For shame!" She laughed. "Now where did that Aussie
go. . ."
She choked on her words. St. John had come back, holding up a pair of
white briefs.
"St. John!" She gasped, laughing. "Those aren't yours, are they?"
"What? No love! I found these in Remy's room."
Natalie just laughed harder. "Okay Aussie, so what are your other two
wishes?"
St. John just stood there for a moment, then grinned. "I get it now. You
had me for a moment Sheila."
Natalie smiled again.
"You look like an angel from down here." He called out.
"Don't ya know I am one?" Natalie laughed. "But don't be so loud, yer
gonna get caught! And I won't save ya either."
"Then two things luv."
"Ya?"
"One, what are ya doing tomorrow night?"
"I-"
Natalie, it's alright. You may accompany him
But I-
We will discuss this later on
Thankyou Professor
"Nothing St. John. Why do you ask?"
"Care to let me take you on a date?"
"Of course I'll let you!" She smiled down upon the Aussie. He smiled
back.
"Prepare to be swept off your feet girl." He laughed.
Natalie just laughed at him, her purple eyes dancing in the moonlight.
Her partially dry hair swung around her moonlit face.
"We'll see."
"Why, you don't believe me love?"
"I do."
"Then why do you say that?"
"Well. . ." She smiled. "That's a third date type of thing."
Okay reviewer's time!
Kerrigan- Heh. . . yeah. You start to realize over time that Natalie does lots of stupid things. But it's all in good fun.
MP3- What else do Florida crackers do? Eat them? bleh I hope not. We don't anyway. . . they make good fuel. LOL!!! Here is your wonderful update!!! Let me know if you have any more spiffy words to use. . . hey I said spiffy! Woohoo!
Anyways, on with the story.
Natalie skulked down the hallway, clad in soffees and a tank. She carried flipflops in her other hand. Her face was partly covered by her shades. Logan was leaned against the wall at the end of the hallway, watching her.
"Alright Rainbow girl, follow me."
Natalie looked on curiously as she followed him. She stared at the Wolverine's back. He was wearing his uniform, instead of the simple jeans and muscle shirt he usually wore. The muscles in his back quivered with every stride he took. She wondered how he could look that healthy at his age. . . then mentally kicked herself for even thinking that.
"Ew, he's. . . old." She thought to herself.
Actually yeah that is sick. And nice job on Pietro.
Natalie rolled her eyes as she walked into the danger room. Logan held the door open for her to pass through. She flung her shoes into the corner.
Thanks for your support.
Whatever.
"Okay, Wayne. Listen up."
Logan clapped his hands together. Like he was actually enjoying the awaiting torturous exercises. Natalie sighed and stood at attention.
"You don't need to learn to fight. That's not what you're here for. You're here to learn about how to manage your powers."
Natalie just stared at him, barely breathing. "And I think you've been spending too much time with the Professor."
Logan rolled his eyes. "You're going to learn the art of defense. If they can't touch you, they can't beat you. Even half-pint can tell you that."
Natalie smiled. "So can we start already?"
"Damn I'm tired!"
Natalie limped down the hall to her room. She heard her phone ringing, so
she limped faster. Damn phone.
She felt her way along the wall to her room, and collapsed on her bed. It
rang twice. Three times. She groaned and picked it up. "Hello?"
"Natalie, it's St. John."
She jerked upright. "How the hell did you get my number?"
"I found it on your cell, love."
"But when did you get my cell. You freakin' liar!"
"Chill out love, it's no big deal, I just sneaked a peek in the office. I
can't live with the Cajun and not pick up on a few of that bloke's
tricks."
Natalie tried hard to suppress a gentle smile, but it came through
anyway. "So what's up?"
"Not much, love, just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me
tonight."
"Dude, I can't! I'm grounded."
"Oy, that sucks, love." Silence hung over them.
"So um, I guess I'll see you at school?"
"Yeah, sheila, g'nite."
"Nite."
Natalie hung up the phone, saddened. She leaned against a bedpost, and
drew her knees up to her chin. She stared at the wall for a long time,
deep in thought.
Natalie jerked awake. "Oh. . . what time is it?"
She looked over. 8 o'clock. She rolled her eyes, flickering orange with
annoyance.
"Might as well get a shower."
She undressed quickly, and grabbing her royal blue terrycloth robe,
headed for her bathroom. Kitty was downstairs doing homework, so Natalie
flipped on the radio, putting in her Punisher cd. She smiled as Seether's
'Broken' filled her ears.
"Now that's music."
She turned on the water. She stuck her slender hand under the faucet,
letting the warm water rush over her hand. She smiled. Perfect. And she
stepped in, sighing.
"Finally, I can get some peace around her. Damn I hate shinsplints!"
Twenty minutes later, Natalie stepped out of the shower, quickly drying
off. Her layered hair hung wet around her flushed face. Her eyes sparkled
sapphire blue. Normal. She looked in the mirror to see them, and smiled
brightly. Then they flickered purple, then dark blue as sadness overtook
her.
"I wonder how mama's doing."
She slipped her robe over her shoulders, and tied it at the waist. It
didn't exactly cover her well, but it covered enough. She stepped out,
looking to see if Kitty was nearby. No sign of her. So she rummaged
through her dresser drawer and pulled out her white gown, bra, and
panties. She had just slipped on her undergarments when she heard a faint
tapping at her window.
She gasped, throwing her gown over her head, and running to the balcony.
Just as she opened the door, another rock flew up from the ground and hit
her in the forehead.
"Ay-yow!" She held her hand to her face.
"Show yourself!"
St. John appeared from the shadows.
"Sorry luv. . . didn't see ya there."
She smiled as she massaged her forehead. "Pissant!"
"Oy, ya got me."
He held his hands to his heart dramatically. "Now no need for name
calling. I come in peace. Got my white flag and everything."
Natalie smiled from where she stood facing down at him.
"I don't see it."
"Hold on."
He disappeared. Natalie glanced behind her to see Kitty walking out of
their shared room. The girl turned around, waving at her, and walked out
again.
"And she had no idea! For shame!" She laughed. "Now where did that Aussie
go. . ."
She choked on her words. St. John had come back, holding up a pair of
white briefs.
"St. John!" She gasped, laughing. "Those aren't yours, are they?"
"What? No love! I found these in Remy's room."
Natalie just laughed harder. "Okay Aussie, so what are your other two
wishes?"
St. John just stood there for a moment, then grinned. "I get it now. You
had me for a moment Sheila."
Natalie smiled again.
"You look like an angel from down here." He called out.
"Don't ya know I am one?" Natalie laughed. "But don't be so loud, yer
gonna get caught! And I won't save ya either."
"Then two things luv."
"Ya?"
"One, what are ya doing tomorrow night?"
"I-"
Natalie, it's alright. You may accompany him
But I-
We will discuss this later on
Thankyou Professor
"Nothing St. John. Why do you ask?"
"Care to let me take you on a date?"
"Of course I'll let you!" She smiled down upon the Aussie. He smiled
back.
"Prepare to be swept off your feet girl." He laughed.
Natalie just laughed at him, her purple eyes dancing in the moonlight.
Her partially dry hair swung around her moonlit face.
"We'll see."
"Why, you don't believe me love?"
"I do."
"Then why do you say that?"
"Well. . ." She smiled. "That's a third date type of thing."
Okay reviewer's time!
Kerrigan- Heh. . . yeah. You start to realize over time that Natalie does lots of stupid things. But it's all in good fun.
MP3- What else do Florida crackers do? Eat them? bleh I hope not. We don't anyway. . . they make good fuel. LOL!!! Here is your wonderful update!!! Let me know if you have any more spiffy words to use. . . hey I said spiffy! Woohoo!