NOTE: okey, again, I give my sincerest apologies for all this trouble i've
been having with fanfic.net. I'm not sure if it's my computer or what
sigh... let's hope this works, huh? Thanks for everyone's patience! Neway,
to make up for the delay these 3 chapters are really long. here's a jubby
chapter, i realize its dragging pretty slowly. In any case, i'm pretty
tired of the Jubilee/Bobby pairing since I did it in my first story
already. So this is probably the last story that i'm going to feature that
couple. Neway, I'd really LOVE some reviews please, since i'm depressed
sniff, hehe, and it would really cheer me up!
" Hey can I talk to Samantha please?...She's out? Will you tell her Bobby Drake called? Thanks," Bobby mumbled hanging up. That's odd, Bobby thought as he leaned back against his door, staring at the cordless phone. The night before, after his talk with Jubilee, he'd called her and been told again that she was out. "How could she be out, when she had just gotten back from a date with me?" Bobby muttered. And today, Samantha was supposed to have met him for breakfast...only she'd never shown up.
" Bobby, what are you still doing here? I thought you had a date," Jean said, appearing from around the corner, her arms loaded down with posters for the Carnival.
" She didn't show," Bobby said flatly, sighing but cleared his throat when he saw a gleam appear in the telepath's eyes. "But...uh, that doesn't mean that I don't have a lot to do. because I do," Bobby replied quickly, hoping ot make a quick exit. Jean had been harassing everyone in the mansion all morning to help her with the Midieval Carnival. He backed away slowly but Jean narrowed her eyes at him and the door shut behind him. Bobby gulped. She definately meant business.
"Come on Bobby. You want the Carnival to be a success, don't you?" Jean coaxed. "I've been baking all afternoon, I need some help. Scott's doing decorations, I'm taking care of the food, so you can help Jubilee make the posters and hang them, okay? Thanks!" Jean said, and put the enormous pile of blank posters in his arms, and disappeared with a smile.
Great, what a way to spend the morning, Bobby thought wryly, as he stumbled through to the garage where the paints were.
"Come back here Kurt!" Jean yelled, and crossed her arms as Kurt teleported away with a desperate expression on his face. " You can run but you can't hide!" Jean said ominously , as a couple of the younger mutants ducked out of her way.
Bobby rolled his eyes, and kicked open the door to the garage. He heard a short scream, and gasped as he saw Jubilee topple off the ladder. making a short ice slide, Bobby slid in time to catch her before she hit the ground.
" Just where the heck do you get off-," Jubilee started hotly, but stopped as she turned to face him. "Uh.I...what are you doing here?"
"Jean kidnapped me and forced me to do her evil bidding," Bobby said solemnly. Jubilee laughed a tad nervously, and Bobby flushed when he realized he was still holding her. He released her gently and watched in a mixture of amusement and puzzlement as his best friend jumped to her feet and tried to pick up the ladder, all the while not looking at him. " Why don't I get that for you?" Bobby suggested, trying not to laugh as Jubilee cursed the ladder in her own colorful terms when it fell down again. Maybe she was in a bad mood. bobby mused.
" I'm totally capable of setting up a stupid ladder," Jubilee muttered, throwing him a dirty look and kicked it for good measure. Bobby cocked an eyebrow. Okay, definately more than a bad mood.
" All right, what's wrong? Comeo on, out with it. It's just us in here," Bobby said, crossing his arms. Jubilee pouted adorably and muttered something else.
" Nothing's wrong, and what are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to have a date with Samantha?" Jubilee demanded, putting her hands on her hips. bobby found himself staring at her wondering if she had any idea how cute she looked standing there glaring at him. I did not think of my best friend as 'cute', Bobby denied silently. But Jubilee was cute, always had been, Bobby rationalized, it was just a fact. Like the sky was blue, grass was green, and Jubilee...was cute. " Are you there Drake?" Jubilee asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
" Yeah, what?" Bobby blinked, smiling sheepishly at her.
" I asked why you were here," Jubilee repeated.
" Don't sound so excited to see me or anything, but Samantha cancelled. We were supposed to have breakfast," Bobby said, sighing, waiting for Jubilee to console him as she always did.
" Did she cancel, or did she stand you up?" Jubilee asked quietly. Bobby was silent a moment and then let out a long breath.
" Jeez, can't get much past you. She stood me up," Bobby confessed finally. Jubilee's gaze softened.
" You really deserve a lot better, Bobby," Jubilee told him so earnestly that Bobby felt like hugging her right there. Not accustomed to feeling so affectionate around his best friend, Bobby shrugged it off with a laugh.
" I'm sure she had a good reason," Bobby said, with a certainty he didn't feel.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure she does. And she'll probably spend all morning perfecting it," Jubilee muttered, her blue eyes flashing suddenly. Bobby frowned at her tone.
" Look, let's at least give her the benefit of the doubt, there'll be other breakfast dates," Bobby added tersely.
" You don't even LIKE eating breakfast, remember? You always said it was just a horrible time of day to eat," Jubilee countered, almost despairingly. Bobby stared at her, baffled at the strange mood she was in.
" Well, Samantha says it's important to give your body some nourishment," Bobby said almost automatically, and winced at the disgusted look Jubilee threw him.
" Have you listened to yourself recently? She's got you reading Shakespeare, eating French food, and getting up ~ early~ ...for...for BREAKFAST of all things!" Jubilee exploded turning angrily back to the ladder that finally managed to stand. Bobby hated to admit that she had a point. She's wrong though, Bobby thought stubbornly, I haven't changed ~ that ~ much.
" OH yeah, well I'm not the only who's acting different for other people," Bobby countered hotly, bringing up what had been irritating him all night.
" What the devil are you talking about?" Jubilee asked, looking utterly baffled, one foot frozen on the first step of the ladder.
" Duncan," Bobby said, gritting his teeth as the image of the blond quarterback flitted into his mind. "You wore a dress and heels...for him!" Uh oh, wrong thing to say, Bobby thought belatedly, as he saw an appealling flush work up the white column on Jubilee's neck.
" Well at least he appreciates it, unlike some people!" Jubilee retorted, and determinedly grabbed the sides of the ladder.
" What's that supposed to mean?" Bobby said incredulously. If she meant that...she couldn't mean that he-...I've always thought she was pretty, Bobby thought defensively. Although I haven't exactly been a model best friend as of late, he thought with a pang of guilt.
" Nothing," Jubilee said, setting her lips and turning away from him. Bobby strode over and picked her up off the ladder. "What do you think you're doing!"
"Preventing you from falling off the ladder and killing yourself," Bobby said calmly, and reached the top rung with ease, looking down on a furious Jubilee.
"Fine, better you than me!" Jubilee said childishly, and turned away from him, shielding her face behind a curtain of black hair.
" Now, are you going to tell me what you meant by that comment?" Bobby asked her intently, as he retreated down the ladder with the three canisters of paint in each arm.
Jubilee blushed, catching Bobby so off-guard he nearly fell. He gulped at his reaction and steadied himself quickly.
"Well are you?" Bobby repeated, his blue eyes pinning her.
" No, I'm not," Jubilee retorted, and crossed her arms, looking almost angry with herself.
"Jubilee, you're going to tell me or I'm going to slosh paint all overy you," Bobby said seriously.
"You wouldn't dare, Drake," Jubilee said smirking. Bobby coolly popped open each can of of paint systematically, and grinned inwardly as Jubilee began to look nervous.
" I'm waiting Jubes," Bobby said, as Jubilee tossed her hair and fixed him with a defiant look.
" You wouldn't understand," Jubilee countered, and gulped when Bobby raised a can with one hand. "And you couldn't beat this information out of me!"
With an easy-going smile, Bobby sloshed the stunned Jubilee with a can of fire-engine red paint. "Oh! You are so going to regret this...DRAKE!" Jubilee gasped, her hands firing up. Bobby just laughed harder. The sight of an angry, paint-sloshed Jubilee was just too much.
"Eat paint!" Jubilee yelled, and threw plasma blasts into a can of paint resting near Bobby, causing it to explode all over him. Bobby snarled threateningly as he chased Jubilee around the spacious garage, armed with two cans of paint, moving quickly on his ice slides.
"You can't run forever, Jubilee!" Bobby said, and grinned widely as Jubilee backed into a corner, a paint can cradled in her arms.
"Just watch me!" Jubilee retorted. "Stay back, unlessy ou want to be wearing neon pink forever!" Bobby lunged for her just as she tried to sprint past him. "Damn you ice slides!" Jubilee muttered, as she slipped and went down, paint spilling all over the floor. Bobby seized his chance and pinned her before she could escape.
"Do you give up?" Bobby asked, one eyebrow cocked.
"No way," Jubilee said, giggling slightly at his now red chin. Her blue eyes sparkled with laughter and defiance. Bobby grinned back, feeling something very akin to nostalgia. It had been so long since he'd had this much fun. Jubilee and I need to hang out more, Bobby thought, finding his mouth go mysteriously dry as he stared down at her. Jubilee's black hair was streaked with paint smudges, and yet she looked so natural and fresh, Bobby thought. His mouth tightened at the thought of Duncan with her. That oaf would never truly be able to appreciate a free spirit like her, Bobby thought angrily. A strange feeling seized his heart as he gazed on at his best-friend.
Bobby slowly lifted himself up, feeling horribly confused. "Are you okay?" Jubilee asked, worry clouding her brilliant blue eyes.
" Of course," Bobby said, smiling at her and extending a hand to her. Jubilee chose to use the moment to dumb the contents of the last paint can all over his arm and ran away giggling.
The garage door opened lightly. "Are you guys done with those signs yet?" Jean's voice sounded. At her horrified expression, Bobby and Jubilee could only look at each other and laugh helplessly.
" Hey can I talk to Samantha please?...She's out? Will you tell her Bobby Drake called? Thanks," Bobby mumbled hanging up. That's odd, Bobby thought as he leaned back against his door, staring at the cordless phone. The night before, after his talk with Jubilee, he'd called her and been told again that she was out. "How could she be out, when she had just gotten back from a date with me?" Bobby muttered. And today, Samantha was supposed to have met him for breakfast...only she'd never shown up.
" Bobby, what are you still doing here? I thought you had a date," Jean said, appearing from around the corner, her arms loaded down with posters for the Carnival.
" She didn't show," Bobby said flatly, sighing but cleared his throat when he saw a gleam appear in the telepath's eyes. "But...uh, that doesn't mean that I don't have a lot to do. because I do," Bobby replied quickly, hoping ot make a quick exit. Jean had been harassing everyone in the mansion all morning to help her with the Midieval Carnival. He backed away slowly but Jean narrowed her eyes at him and the door shut behind him. Bobby gulped. She definately meant business.
"Come on Bobby. You want the Carnival to be a success, don't you?" Jean coaxed. "I've been baking all afternoon, I need some help. Scott's doing decorations, I'm taking care of the food, so you can help Jubilee make the posters and hang them, okay? Thanks!" Jean said, and put the enormous pile of blank posters in his arms, and disappeared with a smile.
Great, what a way to spend the morning, Bobby thought wryly, as he stumbled through to the garage where the paints were.
"Come back here Kurt!" Jean yelled, and crossed her arms as Kurt teleported away with a desperate expression on his face. " You can run but you can't hide!" Jean said ominously , as a couple of the younger mutants ducked out of her way.
Bobby rolled his eyes, and kicked open the door to the garage. He heard a short scream, and gasped as he saw Jubilee topple off the ladder. making a short ice slide, Bobby slid in time to catch her before she hit the ground.
" Just where the heck do you get off-," Jubilee started hotly, but stopped as she turned to face him. "Uh.I...what are you doing here?"
"Jean kidnapped me and forced me to do her evil bidding," Bobby said solemnly. Jubilee laughed a tad nervously, and Bobby flushed when he realized he was still holding her. He released her gently and watched in a mixture of amusement and puzzlement as his best friend jumped to her feet and tried to pick up the ladder, all the while not looking at him. " Why don't I get that for you?" Bobby suggested, trying not to laugh as Jubilee cursed the ladder in her own colorful terms when it fell down again. Maybe she was in a bad mood. bobby mused.
" I'm totally capable of setting up a stupid ladder," Jubilee muttered, throwing him a dirty look and kicked it for good measure. Bobby cocked an eyebrow. Okay, definately more than a bad mood.
" All right, what's wrong? Comeo on, out with it. It's just us in here," Bobby said, crossing his arms. Jubilee pouted adorably and muttered something else.
" Nothing's wrong, and what are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to have a date with Samantha?" Jubilee demanded, putting her hands on her hips. bobby found himself staring at her wondering if she had any idea how cute she looked standing there glaring at him. I did not think of my best friend as 'cute', Bobby denied silently. But Jubilee was cute, always had been, Bobby rationalized, it was just a fact. Like the sky was blue, grass was green, and Jubilee...was cute. " Are you there Drake?" Jubilee asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
" Yeah, what?" Bobby blinked, smiling sheepishly at her.
" I asked why you were here," Jubilee repeated.
" Don't sound so excited to see me or anything, but Samantha cancelled. We were supposed to have breakfast," Bobby said, sighing, waiting for Jubilee to console him as she always did.
" Did she cancel, or did she stand you up?" Jubilee asked quietly. Bobby was silent a moment and then let out a long breath.
" Jeez, can't get much past you. She stood me up," Bobby confessed finally. Jubilee's gaze softened.
" You really deserve a lot better, Bobby," Jubilee told him so earnestly that Bobby felt like hugging her right there. Not accustomed to feeling so affectionate around his best friend, Bobby shrugged it off with a laugh.
" I'm sure she had a good reason," Bobby said, with a certainty he didn't feel.
"Oh yeah, I'm sure she does. And she'll probably spend all morning perfecting it," Jubilee muttered, her blue eyes flashing suddenly. Bobby frowned at her tone.
" Look, let's at least give her the benefit of the doubt, there'll be other breakfast dates," Bobby added tersely.
" You don't even LIKE eating breakfast, remember? You always said it was just a horrible time of day to eat," Jubilee countered, almost despairingly. Bobby stared at her, baffled at the strange mood she was in.
" Well, Samantha says it's important to give your body some nourishment," Bobby said almost automatically, and winced at the disgusted look Jubilee threw him.
" Have you listened to yourself recently? She's got you reading Shakespeare, eating French food, and getting up ~ early~ ...for...for BREAKFAST of all things!" Jubilee exploded turning angrily back to the ladder that finally managed to stand. Bobby hated to admit that she had a point. She's wrong though, Bobby thought stubbornly, I haven't changed ~ that ~ much.
" OH yeah, well I'm not the only who's acting different for other people," Bobby countered hotly, bringing up what had been irritating him all night.
" What the devil are you talking about?" Jubilee asked, looking utterly baffled, one foot frozen on the first step of the ladder.
" Duncan," Bobby said, gritting his teeth as the image of the blond quarterback flitted into his mind. "You wore a dress and heels...for him!" Uh oh, wrong thing to say, Bobby thought belatedly, as he saw an appealling flush work up the white column on Jubilee's neck.
" Well at least he appreciates it, unlike some people!" Jubilee retorted, and determinedly grabbed the sides of the ladder.
" What's that supposed to mean?" Bobby said incredulously. If she meant that...she couldn't mean that he-...I've always thought she was pretty, Bobby thought defensively. Although I haven't exactly been a model best friend as of late, he thought with a pang of guilt.
" Nothing," Jubilee said, setting her lips and turning away from him. Bobby strode over and picked her up off the ladder. "What do you think you're doing!"
"Preventing you from falling off the ladder and killing yourself," Bobby said calmly, and reached the top rung with ease, looking down on a furious Jubilee.
"Fine, better you than me!" Jubilee said childishly, and turned away from him, shielding her face behind a curtain of black hair.
" Now, are you going to tell me what you meant by that comment?" Bobby asked her intently, as he retreated down the ladder with the three canisters of paint in each arm.
Jubilee blushed, catching Bobby so off-guard he nearly fell. He gulped at his reaction and steadied himself quickly.
"Well are you?" Bobby repeated, his blue eyes pinning her.
" No, I'm not," Jubilee retorted, and crossed her arms, looking almost angry with herself.
"Jubilee, you're going to tell me or I'm going to slosh paint all overy you," Bobby said seriously.
"You wouldn't dare, Drake," Jubilee said smirking. Bobby coolly popped open each can of of paint systematically, and grinned inwardly as Jubilee began to look nervous.
" I'm waiting Jubes," Bobby said, as Jubilee tossed her hair and fixed him with a defiant look.
" You wouldn't understand," Jubilee countered, and gulped when Bobby raised a can with one hand. "And you couldn't beat this information out of me!"
With an easy-going smile, Bobby sloshed the stunned Jubilee with a can of fire-engine red paint. "Oh! You are so going to regret this...DRAKE!" Jubilee gasped, her hands firing up. Bobby just laughed harder. The sight of an angry, paint-sloshed Jubilee was just too much.
"Eat paint!" Jubilee yelled, and threw plasma blasts into a can of paint resting near Bobby, causing it to explode all over him. Bobby snarled threateningly as he chased Jubilee around the spacious garage, armed with two cans of paint, moving quickly on his ice slides.
"You can't run forever, Jubilee!" Bobby said, and grinned widely as Jubilee backed into a corner, a paint can cradled in her arms.
"Just watch me!" Jubilee retorted. "Stay back, unlessy ou want to be wearing neon pink forever!" Bobby lunged for her just as she tried to sprint past him. "Damn you ice slides!" Jubilee muttered, as she slipped and went down, paint spilling all over the floor. Bobby seized his chance and pinned her before she could escape.
"Do you give up?" Bobby asked, one eyebrow cocked.
"No way," Jubilee said, giggling slightly at his now red chin. Her blue eyes sparkled with laughter and defiance. Bobby grinned back, feeling something very akin to nostalgia. It had been so long since he'd had this much fun. Jubilee and I need to hang out more, Bobby thought, finding his mouth go mysteriously dry as he stared down at her. Jubilee's black hair was streaked with paint smudges, and yet she looked so natural and fresh, Bobby thought. His mouth tightened at the thought of Duncan with her. That oaf would never truly be able to appreciate a free spirit like her, Bobby thought angrily. A strange feeling seized his heart as he gazed on at his best-friend.
Bobby slowly lifted himself up, feeling horribly confused. "Are you okay?" Jubilee asked, worry clouding her brilliant blue eyes.
" Of course," Bobby said, smiling at her and extending a hand to her. Jubilee chose to use the moment to dumb the contents of the last paint can all over his arm and ran away giggling.
The garage door opened lightly. "Are you guys done with those signs yet?" Jean's voice sounded. At her horrified expression, Bobby and Jubilee could only look at each other and laugh helplessly.