RM: There was a bit of a problem uploading the first chapter (ehem...the last
part was one big paragraph) but I this one'll hopefully be better : ) Thanx
for the reviews, I really appreciate them!
As for many fics with this general theme, I know it's not a huge score on originality, but I don't really care. I didn't copy off of anyone, if that's what was implied. This whole thing started out as a sort of 13 Going On 30 reverse, but it just wasn't happening. Many of my ideas change like that; it's an odd quirk of my muses.
I kinda forget a disclaimer on the first chapter, so.... this is me, not owning anything. Okay? Okay.
Onto chapter two!
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Amara narrowed her eyes impetuously and slapped the fingers around her wrist with the palm of her hand. She was beginning to be a problem, Ray decided, but he didn't have time to ditch her.
"Don't get yer' panties in a knot, Princess," Was his muttered reply, squinting through the dark at the corner coming up ahead. It would really, really suck if he ran into a wall. He was lucky enough to get a replay of the backhanded compliment, this time to the side of his neck, but all in all he wasn't paying attention. His mind was WAY too preoccupied at the moment. Scattered fragments began to take shape into actual thoughts. No way Miss Nova Roma was gonna stop THIS sort of mental break through if HE had anything to do with it. Had he just dissed himself? Maybe...
Without warning the large fluorescent lights above the two flickered on, blinding them in a sea of bright white; a tinge of yellow filtering down. Amara screamed, ripping her hand away from his with a yank and covering her eyes. Ray tripped over his own feet, landing smack on his face. After a second of abashed embarrassment, he felt eyes on him. Peering up from his sprawled position, he blinked a few times. After the spots in his vision lessened, he found himself squinting into the pale face of a sandy-brown headed boy dressed in huge blue nightshirt and shorts, his feet awkward-looking in the obviously too-big house slippers. His hair was curly, shaggy and boyish, but the face was hard, and his eyes glaring holes into Ray's skin.
"Where's Chuck?" He asked in a high-pitched, loud little boy voice. From where she had halted, Amara peaked through her fingers.
"M-Mr. L-Lo...g-g....," Her voice was squeaky, and the sentence refused to leave her tongue, it was too outrageous. The pile of person on the floor sat with a jolt.
"Logan?!" He yipped. The boy's face screwed up and he thrust a hand forward and three large claws sprang from his knuckles. His shorts slipped down around his knees. "Where the hell is Chuck?" He cried, pulling them back up.
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Jean Grey gazed up at the slow-moving ceiling fan hanging above the queen bed in the white-wash painted room. She curled up, wanting to get lost in the sheets for just a moments. Turning onto her side, she peeked above the poofy pillow. Her expression mirrored that of the one inches from her own: a state of shocked disbelief. A small screech came from somewhere deep inside her and she sprang back, breathing fast from the rush of adrenaline. A lock of light brown hair fell across her eyes. Touching it with trembling fingertips she looked upon it with horror.
Scott sat up among the sheets and stared at the freckle-faced girl from behind large red sunglasses. "Jean?" He whispered. Her whole body shuddered as her scream echoed through her body, bouncing off the walls and down the hall.
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"We're lookin' for him," Ray said, standing. The fact that he was about three inches taller then the boy before him just made the situation more interestingly humorous, but the thought faded as a sharp knife-like claw shoved against his throat.
"Look harder," The brown eyed boy growled. Agony waved over his face at the sound of his own voice. His whole reputation would be ruined. Absolutely ruined.
Ugh, Amara thought with a mental sigh, boys. She advanced the few steps between them and pulled on the back of Ray's baggy shirt, grazing his skin with long fingernails. He yelped out in pain and she realized she might have drawn blood. Why do I care again?, she smiled to herself and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You-" She looked at the boy pointedly. "be.nice." She jammed her elbow into Ray's side. "And you? Stop being so stupid," The claws retracted and the two stared down at the floor. "Good," A smile spread across her lips as she started down the hall. When not one moved she sighed. "I'd advise you follow," She said coolly. The grin returned as four shuffling feet joined her. Now THAT was the way to deal.
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RM: This chapter didn't come out as well as I would've liked, but that's fine. I hope the spacing is better, I'm really sorry about the first chapter (Thank you, Jaguar). If you've read, please review!
As for many fics with this general theme, I know it's not a huge score on originality, but I don't really care. I didn't copy off of anyone, if that's what was implied. This whole thing started out as a sort of 13 Going On 30 reverse, but it just wasn't happening. Many of my ideas change like that; it's an odd quirk of my muses.
I kinda forget a disclaimer on the first chapter, so.... this is me, not owning anything. Okay? Okay.
Onto chapter two!
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Amara narrowed her eyes impetuously and slapped the fingers around her wrist with the palm of her hand. She was beginning to be a problem, Ray decided, but he didn't have time to ditch her.
"Don't get yer' panties in a knot, Princess," Was his muttered reply, squinting through the dark at the corner coming up ahead. It would really, really suck if he ran into a wall. He was lucky enough to get a replay of the backhanded compliment, this time to the side of his neck, but all in all he wasn't paying attention. His mind was WAY too preoccupied at the moment. Scattered fragments began to take shape into actual thoughts. No way Miss Nova Roma was gonna stop THIS sort of mental break through if HE had anything to do with it. Had he just dissed himself? Maybe...
Without warning the large fluorescent lights above the two flickered on, blinding them in a sea of bright white; a tinge of yellow filtering down. Amara screamed, ripping her hand away from his with a yank and covering her eyes. Ray tripped over his own feet, landing smack on his face. After a second of abashed embarrassment, he felt eyes on him. Peering up from his sprawled position, he blinked a few times. After the spots in his vision lessened, he found himself squinting into the pale face of a sandy-brown headed boy dressed in huge blue nightshirt and shorts, his feet awkward-looking in the obviously too-big house slippers. His hair was curly, shaggy and boyish, but the face was hard, and his eyes glaring holes into Ray's skin.
"Where's Chuck?" He asked in a high-pitched, loud little boy voice. From where she had halted, Amara peaked through her fingers.
"M-Mr. L-Lo...g-g....," Her voice was squeaky, and the sentence refused to leave her tongue, it was too outrageous. The pile of person on the floor sat with a jolt.
"Logan?!" He yipped. The boy's face screwed up and he thrust a hand forward and three large claws sprang from his knuckles. His shorts slipped down around his knees. "Where the hell is Chuck?" He cried, pulling them back up.
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Jean Grey gazed up at the slow-moving ceiling fan hanging above the queen bed in the white-wash painted room. She curled up, wanting to get lost in the sheets for just a moments. Turning onto her side, she peeked above the poofy pillow. Her expression mirrored that of the one inches from her own: a state of shocked disbelief. A small screech came from somewhere deep inside her and she sprang back, breathing fast from the rush of adrenaline. A lock of light brown hair fell across her eyes. Touching it with trembling fingertips she looked upon it with horror.
Scott sat up among the sheets and stared at the freckle-faced girl from behind large red sunglasses. "Jean?" He whispered. Her whole body shuddered as her scream echoed through her body, bouncing off the walls and down the hall.
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"We're lookin' for him," Ray said, standing. The fact that he was about three inches taller then the boy before him just made the situation more interestingly humorous, but the thought faded as a sharp knife-like claw shoved against his throat.
"Look harder," The brown eyed boy growled. Agony waved over his face at the sound of his own voice. His whole reputation would be ruined. Absolutely ruined.
Ugh, Amara thought with a mental sigh, boys. She advanced the few steps between them and pulled on the back of Ray's baggy shirt, grazing his skin with long fingernails. He yelped out in pain and she realized she might have drawn blood. Why do I care again?, she smiled to herself and crossed her arms over her chest.
"You-" She looked at the boy pointedly. "be.nice." She jammed her elbow into Ray's side. "And you? Stop being so stupid," The claws retracted and the two stared down at the floor. "Good," A smile spread across her lips as she started down the hall. When not one moved she sighed. "I'd advise you follow," She said coolly. The grin returned as four shuffling feet joined her. Now THAT was the way to deal.
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RM: This chapter didn't come out as well as I would've liked, but that's fine. I hope the spacing is better, I'm really sorry about the first chapter (Thank you, Jaguar). If you've read, please review!