Pre-A/N: Thanks to everybody who reviewed! Sorry it took so long to up-
date, but I was away visiting my college this past weekend. University of
Evansville, woot, woot! Go Purple Aces! Then Monday I was working on a side
project, so bob's yer uncle, or whatever.
I only have one person to write back and all I have to say is: Panther! We can't put Zap-Collar Conspiracy up! We really would warp the poor chillun's little minds. Of course, if you wanted to put it up (subliminal message) under your screen name, and in your universe, I have no power to stop you....
Disclaimer- What's the point?
Now we're after school lets out, let's say it's about 3:26PM.
Everyone rushed home and started making plans. Jean took the lead and went to find Scott something suitably girly to wear. He followed her to her room, not trusting her not to put him in something really horrible and completely un-wearable.
"Okay, Scott," Jean said, hands planted on hips and a little smile of challenge on her mouth. "Pants or a skirt?"
"Your choice, Jean," he smirked, innately knowing that his girlfriend wouldn't have the nerve to humiliate him. Too much, anyway.
"A skirt then," Jean decided. "That means that you'll have to shave your legs."
Scott's eyebrows shot up behind his red glasses, the only way Jean could tell that his eyes had suddenly gone wide with horror. She started to grin and ended up laughing.
[Rogue was right, evil laughter is fun.]
"Now I'll find you some make-up....Well, maybe just lipstick," she amended. "Come here."
A few minutes later, Scott was trying to put on red lipstick. Jean was trying not to bust a gut. He was having a hard time seeing where he was putting the lipstick on due to his glasses, and he had it all over his lips. Especially where it wasn't supposed to be.
Jean took pity on him and started trying to wipe the worst of the lipstick away with her fingers. Scott was indignant. He didn't need her damn pity! But he was tempted to suck on one of her fingers. He restrained. This was war, after all. ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------
Jubilee was chucking things out of her closet like made while Jamie looked lost.
"Maybe this one. Or this one. Or, how about this one? OOooo! Or this one?"
Jamie sighed and tried to find something that wasn't too pink. Or had flowers. Or cute little animals on the front. Or anything that even resembled a skirt.
"Oh!" Jubes exclaimed all of a sudden. "We should use glitter make-up on you! It'll be so cute, Jamie!" --------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Amara held up a pair of strategically faded flair denim jeans that Sam hopefully wouldn't completely ruin when he wore them, and a pink tube-top. Sammy just cringed.
"Maybe if you wore the blue scrunch-shirt," she mused. "It would bring out your eyes."
"Ah like my eyes where they are," Sam grumbled. How did he get roped into this? He didn't even want a girl stripping for him! It would be too weird. --------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------
Rahne was grumbling for another reason.
"How did I get stuck with you? You're too big for everything I own."
"Hey, that's the way the ice melts," Bobby shrugged, smiling.
Rahne sighed and looked through everything that she owned. "Well....Maybe this dress I have would take it the best."
"Dress?"
"It's short, so I'd have to shave- so, so do you," she insisted.
"Shave!?!" ----------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------
"You have any preferences?" Tabitha asked Roberto.
"Nothing that screams 'slut' too loudly?" he shrugged.
"Ooo, tough order," Tabby laughed. "How 'bout you go look and see what you come up with, then I'll tell you if it looks good on you? Oh, and I want that shirt I lent you from last week back."
"Alright, alright," he said. "It's in the wash, so it'll get back to you soon."
"Good. Go to it," Tabitha told him and flopped down on her bed to read the new issue of Cosmo.
"What about make-up?" Roberto asked.
"In the vanity," Tab directed looking up to consider. "You'd look great in the white eye liner and Freshwater Pearl eye shadow. Maybe use Coco, or Mocha Latte to go with it."
"Just great," the boy sighed. ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------------
Kurt had stayed after school to talk to Amanda without her parents finding out. They were going on a brief date through the park on the way home. Consequently, Kitty was put off finding him something to wear until after dinner. At 5:00 they had a DR session, and Kurt just bamf-ed in at 4:52, so there was no time. since dinner was at 6:00.
"I'll like so get you for this, smurf boy..." She thought to herself as she headed down to the Danger Room.$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Post-A/N: It's short, I know, but it was the only way I could think to mush together a couple of different notebook pages of Panther's and my writing. It all made sense while we were creating it, but it was all disjointed when I tried to type it. So I put a few parts together that weren't written together, and that kind of thing. It'll be a lot easier to put things together after dinner. And more ROMY. Sensing a theme here?
I only have one person to write back and all I have to say is: Panther! We can't put Zap-Collar Conspiracy up! We really would warp the poor chillun's little minds. Of course, if you wanted to put it up (subliminal message) under your screen name, and in your universe, I have no power to stop you....
Disclaimer- What's the point?
Now we're after school lets out, let's say it's about 3:26PM.
Everyone rushed home and started making plans. Jean took the lead and went to find Scott something suitably girly to wear. He followed her to her room, not trusting her not to put him in something really horrible and completely un-wearable.
"Okay, Scott," Jean said, hands planted on hips and a little smile of challenge on her mouth. "Pants or a skirt?"
"Your choice, Jean," he smirked, innately knowing that his girlfriend wouldn't have the nerve to humiliate him. Too much, anyway.
"A skirt then," Jean decided. "That means that you'll have to shave your legs."
Scott's eyebrows shot up behind his red glasses, the only way Jean could tell that his eyes had suddenly gone wide with horror. She started to grin and ended up laughing.
[Rogue was right, evil laughter is fun.]
"Now I'll find you some make-up....Well, maybe just lipstick," she amended. "Come here."
A few minutes later, Scott was trying to put on red lipstick. Jean was trying not to bust a gut. He was having a hard time seeing where he was putting the lipstick on due to his glasses, and he had it all over his lips. Especially where it wasn't supposed to be.
Jean took pity on him and started trying to wipe the worst of the lipstick away with her fingers. Scott was indignant. He didn't need her damn pity! But he was tempted to suck on one of her fingers. He restrained. This was war, after all. ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------
Jubilee was chucking things out of her closet like made while Jamie looked lost.
"Maybe this one. Or this one. Or, how about this one? OOooo! Or this one?"
Jamie sighed and tried to find something that wasn't too pink. Or had flowers. Or cute little animals on the front. Or anything that even resembled a skirt.
"Oh!" Jubes exclaimed all of a sudden. "We should use glitter make-up on you! It'll be so cute, Jamie!" --------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Amara held up a pair of strategically faded flair denim jeans that Sam hopefully wouldn't completely ruin when he wore them, and a pink tube-top. Sammy just cringed.
"Maybe if you wore the blue scrunch-shirt," she mused. "It would bring out your eyes."
"Ah like my eyes where they are," Sam grumbled. How did he get roped into this? He didn't even want a girl stripping for him! It would be too weird. --------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------
Rahne was grumbling for another reason.
"How did I get stuck with you? You're too big for everything I own."
"Hey, that's the way the ice melts," Bobby shrugged, smiling.
Rahne sighed and looked through everything that she owned. "Well....Maybe this dress I have would take it the best."
"Dress?"
"It's short, so I'd have to shave- so, so do you," she insisted.
"Shave!?!" ----------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------
"You have any preferences?" Tabitha asked Roberto.
"Nothing that screams 'slut' too loudly?" he shrugged.
"Ooo, tough order," Tabby laughed. "How 'bout you go look and see what you come up with, then I'll tell you if it looks good on you? Oh, and I want that shirt I lent you from last week back."
"Alright, alright," he said. "It's in the wash, so it'll get back to you soon."
"Good. Go to it," Tabitha told him and flopped down on her bed to read the new issue of Cosmo.
"What about make-up?" Roberto asked.
"In the vanity," Tab directed looking up to consider. "You'd look great in the white eye liner and Freshwater Pearl eye shadow. Maybe use Coco, or Mocha Latte to go with it."
"Just great," the boy sighed. ---------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------------
Kurt had stayed after school to talk to Amanda without her parents finding out. They were going on a brief date through the park on the way home. Consequently, Kitty was put off finding him something to wear until after dinner. At 5:00 they had a DR session, and Kurt just bamf-ed in at 4:52, so there was no time. since dinner was at 6:00.
"I'll like so get you for this, smurf boy..." She thought to herself as she headed down to the Danger Room.$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Post-A/N: It's short, I know, but it was the only way I could think to mush together a couple of different notebook pages of Panther's and my writing. It all made sense while we were creating it, but it was all disjointed when I tried to type it. So I put a few parts together that weren't written together, and that kind of thing. It'll be a lot easier to put things together after dinner. And more ROMY. Sensing a theme here?