ChibiChaos: O_O Wow, this like what? My second X-men Evolution fic? I
really should concentrate on my other stories.
Scott: What am 'I' doing here?
ChibiChaos: Weeeeeeeell, you see, all my other muses are out at the moment, creating destruction and who knows what else so I needed a co-host until they get back ^__^
Scott: ¬.¬ *raises eyebrow* I'll take your word for it
ChibiChaos: Anyway, this is a Scott/Rouge ficcy...
Scott: WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED TO JEAN?!
ChibiChaos: *ignores him* since I've noticed a server lack of them at the moment, also, there aren't any powers in this story, sorry ^__^
Scott: *in the background* I LOVE JEAN, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, I LOVE JEAN!!!
ChibiChaos: ¬.¬ Here's the disclaimer
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with this story, INCLUDING THE PLOT!!! It's a movie called 'Get over it'.
WARNING: Jean, Pietro and possibly Even lovers, you might want to turn back now ^__^ don't say I didn't warn you...
STORY!
Scott stared at the red head in front of him in shock,
"You're dumping me?"
"Well, actually...yes, I'm sorry Scott, but I think we need a break and see other people. I hope you understand." Jean smiled brightly, dumped Scott's box of items into his arms and shut the door in his face. Scott stared at the door for several minutes still in shock, before slowly turning and started to walk back down the street, clutching his box like a lifesaver.
Dragging his way upstairs, he paused momentarily to throw the box into a corner and fell into bed...only to wake up to the blaring of his alarm clock.
"What the-?" he reached out from under the covers and swatted at the clock several times before hitting the snooze button and rolled over,
"Bloody alarm clock, why'd I have it on so early it's only." He peaked out from under his blanked and fell out of bed;
"IT'S 10:23? WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP?!" He moved speedily around the room, faster then a speeding cannon ball....no, a speeding bullet...no, the speed of light, aw heck, you know what I mean. He hurriedly flung on a shirt and stopped for a second to grab his homework off his desk, when he saw 'it'.
"Damn it, and I was hoping it was all a stupid dream." He glared at the defenseless cardboard box until he saw the time again and scooted out of his room and down stairs while pulling on his pants (ChibiChaos: Feel free to drool Scott fans +_~) and shoes at the same time. Not a good combination since eventually the laws of gravity came crashing down on him and well, he had a very saw nose that morning not to mention a bruised ego.
"I hate my life." He decided right then and there, that today would not be a very good day.
~~~~~LATER THAT NIGHT~~~~~~
"Look man you gotta get your mind off Jean all ready, I mean it's all right for you to be down in the dumps but you don't have to stop us from having a good time." Even pushed Scott into the nightclub while Lance dragged him, Scott that is.
"He's right Scott, you need to snap out of this depression. It's getting to the point where it's just pathetic." Scott sulked at Lance's words,
"You don't know what it's like, you never had your heart ripped out and..." he was cut off by Even,
"Hey Lance, isn't that your little sister over there?"
"What? Where? I told her that she wasn't allowed to go clubbing yet, what if a guy sees her?"
"Isn't that the whole point of going clubbing?" Scott and Lance gave him a weird look, "NO!! I didn't mean it like that, we want the girls to see us, NOT the guys." Even continued to mumble to himself as reassurance (ChibiChaos: I have nothing against gay people, please don't be offended, PLEASE!!) as Scott and Lance edged away from him and towards Lance's younger sibling.
"ROUGE!! What the hell are you doing here? I thought we agreed, you don't go clubbing until you're married."
Rouge paused in mid sentence with the rather sleazy looking male she was with and glared at Lance, "Who are you, mah mother? You were tha one who decided that, not me and if I was married then there wouldn't be any point in me going clubbing would there." Scott snickered,
"She's got you there Lance." Lance glared at him,
"Oh, shut up Mr. I've-just-been-dumped-and-didn't-want-to-come-to-the- stupid-club-in-the-first-place-cause-I-was-too-busy-being-depressed-about- my-ex-girl." Scott and Rouge stared at him as he fell over, a little blue in the face,
"He really should stop rambling without stopping for breath." She observed, "so, Jean really dumped ya, huh?" Scott sighed and nodded,
"Cheer up, it's not tha end of tha world, it could'ah been worse."
"How?"
"Uh...you really wan me ta tell ya?"
"Yes, what could possibly be worse then Jean dumping me?"
"How about Jean coming into tha same nightclub as ya, on some otha guy's arm?"
"...ok, so there's something worse then Jean dumping me, so what? It's not like it'll actually happen."
"Well then, ya might not want to turn around."
"Why?" Scott turned and froze, "oh."
"Yea, oh."
"Well," Scott gulped, "it might not be what it looks like, they could be related somehow."
"I doubt that Scott."
"Or, they could just be good friends."
"They're in Make-out City."
"Really really close friends?"
"No Scott, I'm pretty sure you'd find they're dating." 'If not more.' She thought,
"Over my dead body, I'm not going to let her date some school jock/con artist who has a new girl every week." He pushed his way through the masses of people towards the two. Rouge groaned and followed him, steeling herself for the embarrassment to come.
"You, stop right there, how dare you molest that poor innocent girl?"
"Wrong guy Scott."
"Oh," he turned to the albino standing next to Jean, "Pietro, how dare you molest that poor innocent girl?"
"Scott? What are you doing here and why are you accusing my date of molesting me?"
"Uh, well."
"Argh, you are so pathetic, we're through, get over it, I have." With that, Jean flipped her hair over her shoulder and dragged a smirking Pietro over to the dance floor. Scott was about to go after them when he was stopped by Rouge,
"Forget it Scott, you'll just end up looking more like fool."
"But I have to make her see."
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself." Seeing that he still wasn't convinced Rouge called Lance and Even over to take Scott home. She smiled, petted him the head and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Make sure he gets home safely, ok?" she glared at them both who nodded rapidly, "good, see ya at home." The three left,
"Dude, you better not be hitting on my sister."
"She kissed ME."
"So admit that you were hitting on her."
"What? No!" the banter continued until they passed Jean's house, "Wait guys, stop, I have to do something."
"Scott?"
"It'll just take a second."
"What the hell does he think he's going to do, stand under her window and howl?"
While that wasn't Scott's exact plan, he did manage to get himself into the tree outside the red-head's window and attempted to woe her,
"You are sooo beautiful...to meeee." Probably not the best way to go about doing it, seeing as she had a bunch of other girls over and wasn't even listening, but you gotta give him points for trying. After about an hour of warbling...er singing, love songs to her with minimum results, although the cats seemed to enjoy it; Scott thought it was about time he left. However there was a slight problem,
"What the? Oh crap, her parents are home, I can't out of the stupid tree with out them seeing me." He swore softly to himself while his limbs began to cramp, the two adults certainly enjoyed taking their time. Finally, the two oldies were safely inside the house, now there was just one more problem to deal with,
"Scott, what the hell are you doing in my tree?" Oh dear, Scott fell out of the tree in shock and Jean's parents raced outside to see what the commotion was.
"What are you doing here boy?"
"Well you see..."
"He's trying to get Jean to sleep with him." The brunette mother of Jean started to sob, "and after I thought he was such a decent young man."
"No, you don't understand I was..."
"Trying to get Jean to sleep with him? That does it young man, I'm calling the police." The fire engine red haired man stalked back inside the house to get the phone. Scott sighed; it seemed his premonition had been right, today had defiantly not been a good day.
FIN
ChibiChaos: Poor poor Scott
Scott: *glares at her* How could you be so mean to me?
ChibiChaos: You know what they say, we always hurt the ones we love ^____^
Scott: I'm sure that's not right
ChibiChaos: Whatever Scott, people please tell me, do you think I should continue this story? I really enjoy writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it ^___^ Until next time, bye bye!!
Scott: What am 'I' doing here?
ChibiChaos: Weeeeeeeell, you see, all my other muses are out at the moment, creating destruction and who knows what else so I needed a co-host until they get back ^__^
Scott: ¬.¬ *raises eyebrow* I'll take your word for it
ChibiChaos: Anyway, this is a Scott/Rouge ficcy...
Scott: WHAT?! WHAT HAPPENED TO JEAN?!
ChibiChaos: *ignores him* since I've noticed a server lack of them at the moment, also, there aren't any powers in this story, sorry ^__^
Scott: *in the background* I LOVE JEAN, GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, I LOVE JEAN!!!
ChibiChaos: ¬.¬ Here's the disclaimer
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with this story, INCLUDING THE PLOT!!! It's a movie called 'Get over it'.
WARNING: Jean, Pietro and possibly Even lovers, you might want to turn back now ^__^ don't say I didn't warn you...
STORY!
Scott stared at the red head in front of him in shock,
"You're dumping me?"
"Well, actually...yes, I'm sorry Scott, but I think we need a break and see other people. I hope you understand." Jean smiled brightly, dumped Scott's box of items into his arms and shut the door in his face. Scott stared at the door for several minutes still in shock, before slowly turning and started to walk back down the street, clutching his box like a lifesaver.
Dragging his way upstairs, he paused momentarily to throw the box into a corner and fell into bed...only to wake up to the blaring of his alarm clock.
"What the-?" he reached out from under the covers and swatted at the clock several times before hitting the snooze button and rolled over,
"Bloody alarm clock, why'd I have it on so early it's only." He peaked out from under his blanked and fell out of bed;
"IT'S 10:23? WHY THE HELL DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP?!" He moved speedily around the room, faster then a speeding cannon ball....no, a speeding bullet...no, the speed of light, aw heck, you know what I mean. He hurriedly flung on a shirt and stopped for a second to grab his homework off his desk, when he saw 'it'.
"Damn it, and I was hoping it was all a stupid dream." He glared at the defenseless cardboard box until he saw the time again and scooted out of his room and down stairs while pulling on his pants (ChibiChaos: Feel free to drool Scott fans +_~) and shoes at the same time. Not a good combination since eventually the laws of gravity came crashing down on him and well, he had a very saw nose that morning not to mention a bruised ego.
"I hate my life." He decided right then and there, that today would not be a very good day.
~~~~~LATER THAT NIGHT~~~~~~
"Look man you gotta get your mind off Jean all ready, I mean it's all right for you to be down in the dumps but you don't have to stop us from having a good time." Even pushed Scott into the nightclub while Lance dragged him, Scott that is.
"He's right Scott, you need to snap out of this depression. It's getting to the point where it's just pathetic." Scott sulked at Lance's words,
"You don't know what it's like, you never had your heart ripped out and..." he was cut off by Even,
"Hey Lance, isn't that your little sister over there?"
"What? Where? I told her that she wasn't allowed to go clubbing yet, what if a guy sees her?"
"Isn't that the whole point of going clubbing?" Scott and Lance gave him a weird look, "NO!! I didn't mean it like that, we want the girls to see us, NOT the guys." Even continued to mumble to himself as reassurance (ChibiChaos: I have nothing against gay people, please don't be offended, PLEASE!!) as Scott and Lance edged away from him and towards Lance's younger sibling.
"ROUGE!! What the hell are you doing here? I thought we agreed, you don't go clubbing until you're married."
Rouge paused in mid sentence with the rather sleazy looking male she was with and glared at Lance, "Who are you, mah mother? You were tha one who decided that, not me and if I was married then there wouldn't be any point in me going clubbing would there." Scott snickered,
"She's got you there Lance." Lance glared at him,
"Oh, shut up Mr. I've-just-been-dumped-and-didn't-want-to-come-to-the- stupid-club-in-the-first-place-cause-I-was-too-busy-being-depressed-about- my-ex-girl." Scott and Rouge stared at him as he fell over, a little blue in the face,
"He really should stop rambling without stopping for breath." She observed, "so, Jean really dumped ya, huh?" Scott sighed and nodded,
"Cheer up, it's not tha end of tha world, it could'ah been worse."
"How?"
"Uh...you really wan me ta tell ya?"
"Yes, what could possibly be worse then Jean dumping me?"
"How about Jean coming into tha same nightclub as ya, on some otha guy's arm?"
"...ok, so there's something worse then Jean dumping me, so what? It's not like it'll actually happen."
"Well then, ya might not want to turn around."
"Why?" Scott turned and froze, "oh."
"Yea, oh."
"Well," Scott gulped, "it might not be what it looks like, they could be related somehow."
"I doubt that Scott."
"Or, they could just be good friends."
"They're in Make-out City."
"Really really close friends?"
"No Scott, I'm pretty sure you'd find they're dating." 'If not more.' She thought,
"Over my dead body, I'm not going to let her date some school jock/con artist who has a new girl every week." He pushed his way through the masses of people towards the two. Rouge groaned and followed him, steeling herself for the embarrassment to come.
"You, stop right there, how dare you molest that poor innocent girl?"
"Wrong guy Scott."
"Oh," he turned to the albino standing next to Jean, "Pietro, how dare you molest that poor innocent girl?"
"Scott? What are you doing here and why are you accusing my date of molesting me?"
"Uh, well."
"Argh, you are so pathetic, we're through, get over it, I have." With that, Jean flipped her hair over her shoulder and dragged a smirking Pietro over to the dance floor. Scott was about to go after them when he was stopped by Rouge,
"Forget it Scott, you'll just end up looking more like fool."
"But I have to make her see."
"She's a big girl, she can take care of herself." Seeing that he still wasn't convinced Rouge called Lance and Even over to take Scott home. She smiled, petted him the head and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Make sure he gets home safely, ok?" she glared at them both who nodded rapidly, "good, see ya at home." The three left,
"Dude, you better not be hitting on my sister."
"She kissed ME."
"So admit that you were hitting on her."
"What? No!" the banter continued until they passed Jean's house, "Wait guys, stop, I have to do something."
"Scott?"
"It'll just take a second."
"What the hell does he think he's going to do, stand under her window and howl?"
While that wasn't Scott's exact plan, he did manage to get himself into the tree outside the red-head's window and attempted to woe her,
"You are sooo beautiful...to meeee." Probably not the best way to go about doing it, seeing as she had a bunch of other girls over and wasn't even listening, but you gotta give him points for trying. After about an hour of warbling...er singing, love songs to her with minimum results, although the cats seemed to enjoy it; Scott thought it was about time he left. However there was a slight problem,
"What the? Oh crap, her parents are home, I can't out of the stupid tree with out them seeing me." He swore softly to himself while his limbs began to cramp, the two adults certainly enjoyed taking their time. Finally, the two oldies were safely inside the house, now there was just one more problem to deal with,
"Scott, what the hell are you doing in my tree?" Oh dear, Scott fell out of the tree in shock and Jean's parents raced outside to see what the commotion was.
"What are you doing here boy?"
"Well you see..."
"He's trying to get Jean to sleep with him." The brunette mother of Jean started to sob, "and after I thought he was such a decent young man."
"No, you don't understand I was..."
"Trying to get Jean to sleep with him? That does it young man, I'm calling the police." The fire engine red haired man stalked back inside the house to get the phone. Scott sighed; it seemed his premonition had been right, today had defiantly not been a good day.
FIN
ChibiChaos: Poor poor Scott
Scott: *glares at her* How could you be so mean to me?
ChibiChaos: You know what they say, we always hurt the ones we love ^____^
Scott: I'm sure that's not right
ChibiChaos: Whatever Scott, people please tell me, do you think I should continue this story? I really enjoy writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it ^___^ Until next time, bye bye!!