Chapter 2 (because I'm so lazy that I don't want to come up with a title for chapters)
Jamie's life had always been full of misfortune. When he was 5, his cat was eaten by his dog, which was subsequently run over by the mailman. Now, at the Xavier Institute, he'd been limited in his interaction with other children, due to the random and uncontrollable nature of his mutation. Or three months ago, when Berserker accidentally destroyed the mansion's collection of video games.
This put them all to shame.
The girls had taken Jamie and his "quadruplets" shopping. He knew what torture lay in wait at the fashion boutiques. Carrying hundreds of bags for the women; telling them an outfit looks great, slimming, retro, or whatever lie they wanted to hear; and a fate worse than them all: dress up. With multiple Jamies running around with them, the girls wasted few opportunities to dress Jamie in outfits they thought would look "like, sooooo adorable" according to one Katherine Pryde. Fortunately, every once in a while they would ask him to evaluate lingerie choices, since they all viewed him as innocent and harmless. Little did they know, that innocent, harmless child had been taking pictures for the past year now and selling them to the younger kids in junior high and the boys in the Brotherhood.
While half-naked beauties had always been adequate compensation for playing dress up, all four pairs of Jamie's feet were aching. He could have sworn having all those duplicates out made it even worse.
"Keep up, Jamie! We still have to pick out some shoes and bathing suits." He winced at Kitty's screeching and picked up the 14 bags he'd dropped on the floor. The girl's appetite was insatiable. He contemplated on the kind of credit card bill the girls at the institute ran up.
Probably enough to pay for another X-Jet, he smirked to himself.
I heard that! Jean's voice popped into his mind. And don't think I don't know about all those pictures you've been taking of us, Mr. Madrox!
He coughed, choking on his wad of Juicy Fruit gum. How come you haven't said anything for 8 months? Do you feel sexy knowing 400 guys drool at your picture? Or what Pietro does when he's alone
Jean frowned, crossing her arms as she stepped in front of him.
Jamie smiled at the redhead, opening his thoughts to her once again. You're my best seller, you know.
The young boy quickly scampered off, to join Kitty and the rest of the girls in the shoe department, leaving Jean to stay behind until her cheeks stopped flushing.
The gaggle of women from the Xavier Institute for the Gifted piled into the empty subway car and turned around, expectantly waiting for Jamie to catch up to them. Jamie was still split into several beings, each dragging their feet, along with the shopping bags, across the concrete floor. It had been a long day for the youngest X-Man and it clearly showed in his demeanor.
Kitty thrust her hand out the door. "Like, come on! You're gonna miss the ride home."
All the Jamies grumbled in response, unhurriedly shuffling their way towards the subway car. Jean granted them a quick, telekinetic boost, causing their sneakers to squeal as they slid against the cold concrete flooring. Jamie quickly found his clones a seat on the bench, tossing the girls' bags onto the sticky, grimy aisle. "I'm tiiiired."
"Oh, don't be such a baby. You'll be able to take your weekly bubble bath in no time!"
"Kitty!" he cried out, yet again regretting when the brunette had found him lounging in the bath tub. Giggles erupted from the girls surrounding him, as well as from a lone male voice at the front of the car. "What are you laughing at?"
A much older boy, perhaps early twenties, leaned his head back for easier conversation. "Just enjoying being around others, that's all."
The girls eyed him carefully, noticing the white strip of hair that dominated his bangs as they fell back from his deep blue eyes. If one dismissed his eye color, one might have thought him to be the male incarnation of Rogue.
Jamie certainly voiced his opinion on that fact. "Hey, you look just like Rogue!"
"Do I?" The stranger smiled at the child and turned around in his seat, peering at the X-Woman. Deciding to acquire a more discerning view, he crept forward, stopping a few inches from Rogue's face. The girl flinched in shock of the man coming much closer than was safe, while Jean readied herself to quickly erect a telekinetic hold on the man if needed.
"W-what in tha world are yah doin'?" Rogue stammered. The close proximity made her a tad uncomfortable. As did the warm breathes washing against her lips. "I'm kinda getting' uncomfortable here."
His gaze traveled from Rogue's heavily painted lips, to her warm, creamy gaze. His nose crinkled. "Aside from the white hair, we don't look alike, at all!"
She's got really nice tits, though. "Of course, I haven't seen everything." He shrugged, turning his attention away from the girl, towards her friends. "At least Scarlet over there, and I, have sort of the same nose and chin."
The young man gulped, as his eyes once again drifted down, focusing on the jiggle of Jean's chest, caused by the small motion of the subway car. The goofiest of grins spread across his face as a mental lingerie show ran through his mind. "You have really nice eyes."
She folded her arms across her breasts, wishing to god that she'd be able to go one day without being mentally undressed. "Then the least you could do is look at them!"
He smiled fondly at her, only turn his eyes towards Rogue and Tabitha. Jamie could see an ounce of neglect on Kitty and Amara's faces as they frowned at their diminutive-size chests. It wasn't their fault, after all.
Kitty snorted at herself. Lance said they were perky…
A/N: Forgot I even had this around. I'm exploring this thing for now, so there's a big chance this chapter will be deleted and completely rewritten.
