ChibiChaos: Okies, I'm back and with the next chapter YAY!

Scott: WHY AM I STILL HERE?!

ChibiChaos: (sweatdrops) My muses aren't back yet for some reason

In someone's cellar

Wufei: MAXWELL YOU IDIOT!! HOW COULD YOU GET US TRAPPED DOWN HERE!!

Duo: (looks up from the bottle of wine he's trying to open) Duh, the alcohol, I decided we needed to celebrate the happy occasion

Others: (stare at him)

Duo: No ChibiChaos?

Wufei and Heero:...WAHOOOOOO!!! NO CHIBICHAOS NO CHIBICHAOS!!

Quatre: (sweatdrops) I think the lack of air is getting to them

Wufei and Heero: (stop)

Wufei: No...air? (turns to Duo) I'M GONNA DIE WITH YOU?! MAXWELL, PREPARE TO DIE!! (brings out katana)

Duo: O.O Eeep (runs)

Back at the studio

ChibiChaos: I'm sure their fine Anyway, now to get back to this Scouge story

Scott: . Dammit I'm with Jean NOT Rogue

ChibiChaos: Not according to this story

Scott: ¬.¬ Grrrrr

Last Time

"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.

Now

Scott sat in the back of the car, quietly reflecting on his meaning for life, AKA Jean Grey. Tonight had been...interesting to say the least but at least Jean had been there with him though the whole minor ordeal of him being arrested and nearly charged for stalking. Granted she'd only been brought there to identify him and they hadn't exactly spoken but he was sure she'd helped him out in every way she could. Okay, he was out on bail and it had been a pretty major incident, so here he was, sitting in the back of his parent's car listening to his mother tell him to refrain from pining after Jean OR ELSE! He sighed and turned to his male role model.

"Daaaaaad, I love Jean, I don't want to give her up!"

Logan glanced over at Ororo nervously and gulped at the look she was giving him. It was one of those, 'Don't-you-DARE-contradict-me-or-there-will-be- pain-in-your-future!' ones.

"Now Scott, suck it up like a man and listen to your mother, she knows what's best."

Scott rolled his eyes, so much for his male role model. Of course his father could go down to the gym and take on people twice his size without breaking a sweat but put him up against his wife and Leo, king of the household became Snowball, the fluffy white kitten complete with big googoo eyes, how embarrassing.

"Whatever dad."

-THE NEXT DAY-

Lance sighed and placed a hand on Scott's back as comfort,

"You'll be alright mate, the pain, and embarrassment, will pass with time."

Scott glowered at him and continued to pout silently,

"Yeah," Evan tossed the basketball through the hoop easily then threw it to Scott, "there's plenty of fish in the sea right?" he spun to go inside. Scott considered the ball in his hands then the back of Evan's head; he took aim and threw. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on which guy you were cheering for, Evan at that moment bent over upon discovering a dollar on the ground causing the ball to go whizzing over where his head had been seconds earlier. Surprised, Evan looked up only to be smacked in the face by said ball after it had ricocheted off the side of the house. Lance and Scott stared at the now prone body of their friend, Lance leaned over and poked him,

"You killed him."

Scott rolled his eyes,

"No I didn't, he's just unconscious. We should get going, school starts soon."

"Right, right...do you think we should at least get him an icepack or something?"

"That would probably be a good idea." The two easily dragged their unconscious friend inside the house,

THUMP

"SCOTT! You dropped him!" Okay, maybe not so easily.

-AT SCHOOL-

Scott glared at the sky, a shadow moved then blocked his sunlight, he glared at it.

"Look, so she found another guy, who cares?"

"I do."

"...ask a stupid question...anyway, the point is GET OVER IT ALREADY!"

"Mmmmm...no,"

"Sook"

"Look, if you're just going to insult me you can bugger off right now, you're blocking my sunlight."

"Deal with it, I'm not leaving,"

"They're probably sitting there playing googoo eyes at each other, it makes me sick."

"Yeah, reminds me of when you two were together."

"...that's not funny"

"Well I thought it was, anyway how can you tell they're together when you're not even looking at them?"

"What, you mean they're not?"

A nervous cough,

"Well, I never said that,"

"Dammit, what does she see in him?"

"You're absolutely right, good body, good looks and the lead singer of a fairly famous boy band (information disclosed by his very proud new girl friend, conveniently just as Scott was walking past her locker) as well as being one of the most popular guys in school, how can she possibly compare him to you?"

Scott glared at him,

"You're supposed to be on my side, remember? He's a complete sleazebag anyway. "

"You only say that cause he's dating your Ex."

Scott fell silent and started at the offered hand that dropped into his vision, he grabbed it and allowed Lance to pull him to his feet,

"Wanna ditch chem and get drunk?" Scott stared at his friend, "don't look at me like that, it was only an idea."

Scott shook his head,

"Whatever man." The two trudged inside as the bell rang. Scott stared blandly at the passing walls until they passed the seemingly innocent notice board, he gripped Lance's arm, dragging the poor boy to a halt.

"OW, Scott, what the hell?" Lance protested loudly until Scott pointed at the board,

"Look."

"Look? Look at what? The notice proclaiming that all lunatics who stop their friends from sitting next to the pretty blond in chem class should go and jump in the LAKE Club? Cause I'm sure you'll fit right in if that's the case."

Scott mock punched him in the arm,

"No you dolt, the school play sign up form."

He sound like it was the greatest thing in the world, Lance peered at the piece of paper and raised an eyebrow,

"Sorry Scott, but I really don't see any reason to get so excited, I think you've been studying too hard if a piece of paper can do this to you."

"But...but."

"Hey look, Jean's name is...here...oh no, ohhhh no. You're not thinking what I think you're thinking are you? Please tell me it's not what I'm think!"

"That nitwit Pietro's name is there too."

"That's not what I'm asking Scott, I don't care what the resident playboy does with his social life, I care about what you do."

"I'm going to sign up"

"Are you even listening to me? Even if you do manage to get in, which I highly doubt seeing as you've never acted a day in your life, the rehearsals are either during or just after our basketball training."

Lance paused and blinked at the empty space of air he'd been lecturing, the air stared at the floor in shame of ever thinking to sign up for the play,

"Scott?"

"Yeah?"

Lance turned to find Scott next to notice board with the sign up sheet proudly displaying it newest victim, er, volunteer for the play. He sighed,

"Never mind."

Scott beamed,

"I feel better now, lets go."

He once agains grabbed his friend's arm and trotted down the hall while Lance firmly held up the long suffering look that graced his face,

"Why God, why me?"

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"You what?"

Evan stared at Scott who was smiling the vague smile of a...well not quite insane but when people should really start to question his sanity, man.

"I signed up for the school play,"

Scott was apparently very proud of this feat; Evan pulled a pen and a slip of paper from thin air and waved it in front of Scott,

"Quick, I want that in writing."

Lance rolled his eyes,

"Quit it Evan, don't you see just how bad this is? Scott's so delusional he thinks he can act!"

"Hey! I can too act!"

"See?"

Evan stared forlornly at the pen and paper,

"But...dude, it'll be hilarious, once he realises the repercussions of his actions at least, one for his 18th birthday."

"He just turned 18 last month"

"His 19th then."

Lance was seriously beginning to reconsider his choice of friends, he turned to his usually sensible friend but realised that he wouldn't be of any help this time. He slouched and gave up his one man protest,

"Fine, just don't let it mess up your time with basketball training."

Lance flinched when Scott and Evan squealed like 10-year-old girls and glomped each other in excitement. The commotion caused several of their team mates to look over at them but after a brief observation decided it would probably be safer to steer clear of the two hyperactive males in case it turned out to be some kind of new deadly disease. Lance inched away from his friends and quietly contemplated the advantages of becoming a monk.

FIN

ChibiChaos: Well, that's it for this chapter, I'll try and get the next one up soon, as it will be the holidays in a few weeks

Scott: No...stay back, evil demoness, look what you've done to me!

ChibiChaos: (looks innocent) Who me?

Scott: Gah, what was I thinking?

ChibiChaos: About Jean?

Scott: Oh no, you're not making me not want her just because of stupid play

ChibiChaos: And for kissing another boy

Scott: That's right.........what?!

ChibiChaos: (grins) see ya next time minna, hopefully my muses will have found their way back by then, ja!