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The Damned, Episode 1 Chapter 13: The Dance
Raven sat on the front porch, curled up on an elegant, outdoor sofa. She held a cup of hot coffee near her face, allowing the steam to warm up her face in the cool Mississippi morning. The smile on her face was more than one of content, it was one of pure elation.
What could she have to feel sad about? Her team had beaten the X-Men time and time again. By this point the Brotherhood had found ways to get past the X-men a handfull of times. Each time her group of trainees had completed their mission objective. She couldn't be more proud of her daughter, she got the best possible grades in her high school classes and managed to be the guiding force inthe Brotherhood. Irene and Raven couldn't have been doing better. There had been no talk of breaking up or any discomfort. They were truly in love.
"Hillary?"
Raven looked up to see Mica's mother walking up towards the house. Raven got up and walked down the stairs to meet the woman half way. "How are you doing?"
"I'm terrific," the woman looked at her feet as if they were new apendages, "but I don't think I can say the same for our daughters."
"What do you mean?" Raven asked.
The woman looked at Raven. "I think something," she sucked in a breath, "more specifically, a guy, has come between them." She didn't miss the perplexed look on Hillary's face, "I think its Dominic."
Hillary looked around, "I'm being rude, I haven't even invited you inside."
"No, its okay, I should be going soon."
"Oh no, I insist. I made a fresh batch of coffee and everything." Hillary pretended to pout.
Mrs. Goodes began to laugh, "You are too much. Coffee sounds good."
* * *
"So," Raven said as she poured Mrs. Goodes a cup of coffee, "What makes you think Dominic is the problem?"
"Well I noticed that Mica was down in the dumps and its the same way she always acts when they break up. Which I'm sure you know is a lot of the time." she smiled
Raven nodded and smiled back, "Young love."
"Yeah, glad we don't have to worry about that."
Raven nodded, "But what does that have to do with Marie?"
"Well I accidentally overheard Mica talking to Carly and it seems that Dominic dumped Mica because he was attracted to another girl." She paused for a sip of coffee. "Then I noticed that Marie wasn't coming over as much anymore and just put two and two together..."
"Oh no," Raven groaned.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." She paused, "You know they might work it out themselves."
"Knowing Marie, that isn't very likely. She's too timid and hates confrontation," Raven unconsciously tapped the tabletop.
"And my little Mica is too stubborn to admit how she feels."
Raven shook her head, "How have they survived being friends this long?"
"No idea."
"Don't get me wrong, I love that they're friends. They are perfect together but..."
"They are two completely different personalities."
"Precisely."
Mrs. Goodes sighed, "Maybe Irene could help."
Raven looked at her in surprise, "Irene?"
"Well,yeah,I mean she is Marie's mother too isn't she?"
"Um...yeah...but..how?" Raven was flustered.
"I figured it out a long time ago. First I thought Erik might be Irene's husband but eventually I figured it out."
"And it doesn't bother you?" Raven's face became one of utter confusion.
"Naw, its the different people in this world that make the earth go round."
"Amen to that." Raven smiled but inside she wondered if people had figured out that she was a homosexual then did that mean they figured out she was a mutant too?
* * *
Cody effortlessly intercepted the pass. Without thinking he ran fifty yards, dodging the other team's players while being gaurded by his own teammates. As soon as he stepped into the area of the field painted entirely in yellow he knew he had the game locked. Within seconds the game was over; Caldecott Cougars 21, Franksville Tigers 3
Cody immediatly looked up into the stands to find Wanda. He was surprised that she had begun to come to his games considering she was anti- school spirit. He felt his teammates pull him onto their shoulders and cheered in happiness but he continued to look for Wanda's scarlet hair.
As his eyes scanned the bleachers he locked eyes with Marie. He felt his heart beat a little faster. He shook his head, Marie wasn't there for him, she was probably there to see her friend Pietro. Besides he had heard rumors about her and Dominic. And anyway, Cody reminded himself, Ah have Wanda, the most intrigueing woman in the world.
"Cody!"
He looked down, near the cheerleaders. He smiled, there was his Wanda. He quickly got off of his team mate's shoulders and rushed over to her. "Hey did ya see that?!"
She nodded, his enthusiasm was infectious, "I'm so proud." She threw her arms around him.
Cody laughed,"Ya sure ya wanna be huggin' meh? Ah feel lahk Ah've been swimmin' in sweat."
Wanda surprised him by kissing him on the mouth, long and passionatly. Her blush was evident even through her heavy makeup, "I'm sure."
Cody kissed her back, giddily.
* * *
Marie watched them from the bleachers. She felt like a peeping Tom but she just couldn't help herself. There was just something incredibly intriguing about people who could just let themselves be free enough to be comfortable with intense human contact.
Deep in thought she didn't hear Pietro call her name. She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry to scare you," Pietro sat next to her. "What were looking at anyway?"
"Nothing," Marie said quietly.
"Yeah, right." He wasn't stupid. He felt his lips twist into a smile, "Hey Marie has anyone asked you to the dance?"
"No," she told him. "Ya ain't gonna ask are ya?"
"No and there's no need to look horrified." He paused, "but I know someone on the team that's been dying to ask you."
Marie looked at him quizzically, "Who an' if he wanted ta ask meh so bad why didn't he do it earlier? The dance is only two days away."
Pietro nodded, "Yeah I know, I know. But the truth is he's incredibly shy, at least around you. He thinks of you as the unattainable girl."
"Do Ah know him?"
Pietro nodded, "He sits next to you in your english class, Gary Laslow."
Marie thought for a minute and realized who he was talking about. "So did he send ya ovah ta ask meh out foh him?"
"Naw, he'd die if he knew I was over here talking to you about him. I just think you should go over there and talk to him."
"Pietro," Marie groaned.
"Marie don't give me that. I mean, who else are you going to go with? In case you hadn't noticed Dominic has moved on to Francine and Cody is taken." Pietro didn't miss the look on Marie's face. He just couldn't figure out if she was more hurt by Dominic or Cody. He added gently, "Marie I'm sure Dominic would have asked you if it wasn't for the Mica thing." she still held that same expression on her face. "And if Cody had talked to you first he probably would have gone out with you instead of Wanda." That didn't help either. Pietro sighed, "Look Marie, my point is you need to have fun and Gary is all up for having fun," he paused,"if you can make the first move."
"Pietro forget it," Marie muttered.
"Marie I never figured you to be chicken shit."
"What?" Marie looked him directly in the eyes.
"Well the Marie I know can kick anyone's ass and even though she's shy she would never let anyone keep her down."
"Is that what you think Ah'm doing? Lettin' othah people keep meh down?"
Pietro shrugged, "Prove me wrong."
"Fahn Ah will!" Marie got up and walked away only to mentally kick herself. She had fallen right into Pietro's trap.
* * *
Gary sat, talking to one of his friends about the plays he had managed to pull when he saw Marie walking towards him. There was no way she was coming to talk to him, she was just passing by him to get to the bathroom, yeah that was it.
No such luck.
"Hey Gary, how ya doin'?"
His friend stared in disbelief, Gary was actually nervous.
"Ah'm, ah'm fahn."
"Ah saw that last play, it was nice."
Gary nodded stupidly, "Thanks."
"Yeah, Pietro's explained the ins and outs of football to meh so Ah knew it was perfect. Ah especially like that interception during the second quarter."
"Thanks," he repeated.
His friend kicked him in the foot, almost knocking him off balance.
"Um, Marie," Gary started.
"Yeah Gary," Marie said in a sweet voice.
"Ah know its kinda last minute and all but Ah was wonderin' if ya would lahk ta go to the dance with meh."
Marie smiled, "that'd be nice, Ah'd love to."
Gary seemed relieved,"Great! Um, Ah'd pick ya up but Ah'n not old enough ta drive." He wanted to slap himself for that comment, it was stupid.
Marie smiled, amused, "No problem, Ah'll meet ya there."
"Yeah, Ah'll meet ya." Great, now your just regurgitating information.
Marie gave him a charming smile, "Good." She looked at her watch, "Ah gotta go but Ah'll see ya at the dance."
Gary watched in a stupor as his date walked off, marveling at the way she swayed her curvy, jean covered hips.
* * *
Marie looked around the city library, somebody had told her Mica was going to be there trying to find books for her research paper on black holes. Marie searched the young adult's section first, knowing that her friend would most likely try and find the easier reads. Suprisingly, Marie did not find her so she headed off towards the adult's section.
"Hey Marie what are you doing here so late?"
Marie looked to see her favorite librarian, Mr. Harmon, shelving books. "Just looking foh Mica."
"Really? You looked dressed for some teenage function," Mr. Harmon observed.
"Um, yeah. Ah was at the game."
"Ah. Who won?"
"We did," Marie told him before asking, "Have you seen Mica anywhere?"
"Yeah, she checked out a few books about five minutes ago, she said she was going to look through them in the Silent Reading area."
Hmm, now why didn't she just take them home? "Thank ya Mr. Harmon."
"No problem."
Marie hurried off to the room Mr. Harmon had mentioned. Sure enough Mica was seated at the table furthest from the door. She had her notebooks and science books open to various pages and so far Mica hadn't seen her friend approaching. Marie used this to her own advantage, Mica couldn't avoid her the way she had been all week at school.
"Mica."
The black haired girl looked up from her book with a start, "Marie?"
"That's mah name."
"Why are you here?"
"Looking foh ya actually."
Mica rolled her eyes and began to scribble in her notebook.
"Mica ya can't keep avoiding meh."
Mica looked at her, "What would make you think I'm avoiding you?"
"Ah've been tryin' ta talk ta ya at school and ya keep walkin' off in different directions or pretending ta be late foh some made up appointment." Marie felt the tears threatening to pour from her eyes. "Mica if ya are mad at meh ya have ta tell meh why."
"I'm not mad at you," Mica insisted.
"Don't lie ta meh."
Mica began to pack her materials into her backpack, "I'm not lying to you."
"Yes ya are. You know it, Ah know it, so lets not pretend."
By that time Mica finished packing, got up and started to walk away. Unfortunately Marie followed. "Marie go home and leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you."
"But-"
"Go home!"
Marie stood in the middle of the library, watching her best friend walk away. Marie felt her lips becoming wet and realized she was crying and from the sniffling she heard coming from Mica's direction she knew her friend was crying too.
* * *
I really don't know how I managed to destroy the best friendship in the world. Since I was really little I never had any friends. Actually, people steered clear of me, never wanted to be friends with a little girl with a family like mine. And why should they? My family was always white trash. I mean what kind of functional family would have social workers coming in and out of their house all day long? What kind of functional family would have to resort to calling the cops to settle disputes?
I'm getting off topic. Friends. Friends are people you can depend on, people you can tell your deepest feelings to. I thought I had that but apparantly I don't because my best friend is incredibly angry at me. Since we were about seven she's been my best friend and we always told each other everything, EVERYTHING! I told her all my secrets, all my shameful secrets, and she told me hers. We've influenced each other in ways we would have never thought possible. Hell it was my best friend that got me to write in this journal. Marie has always been such a good friend to me, not just a good friend, my better half. I wonder why she wont tell me her secrets now. Why doesn't she trust me?
* * *
Marie finished dressing just as Wanda barged into her bedroom.
"Marie do you have any makeup!"
Marie looked at the panicked girl's face, "No, why?"
Wanda looked at her frantically, "Because I got down to my very last bit of scarlet eyeshadow and I don't have time to go buy more!"
"Wanda relax," Marie picked up a comb and began to run it through her hair, "I'm sure Cody would love it if you didn't wear makeup just this one time, kind of a spontaneous change."
"Do you really thing so?" Marie nodded. "Alright, then I'll just go like this."
Marie looked Wanda head to toe. Wanda was wearing a long, sorcerous- like, dress with matching heels. Marie knew Cody would like it. He seemed to like anything unique and new. He would especially like the three streaks of scarlet dye running through Wanda's already purple hair. "Ya look good Wanda."
"Thanks, so do you."
Marie didn't say anything.
"I mean it Marie, you're sure to get every guy's attention," Wanda hesitated, "Or just Dominic's"
Marie glared at Wanda. "What makes ya think Ah'm gettin' all dressy foh him?"
Wanda looked a little surprised at the defensiveness of her friend, "Sorry, my mistake."
"Your damn right."
"Alright Marie, I'll see ya downstairs in like five minutes."
"See ya."
* * *
Dominic stared up at his ceiling. He was laying on his hardwood floor thinking. He knew he was the only one out of all of his friends that wasn't going to the dance, he hadn't even bothered to ask anyone to go with him, despite the rumors that he had.
Even if I went it would probably be a disaster. Mica would feel uncomfortable around me and so would Carly.
He punched the ground with a clenched fist. It wasn't fair, Carly was his friend not just someone he knew through his exgirlfriend. Carly had been his friend before she had met Marie and Mica.
Marie.
The name stung him. He had avoided his friend ever since he had told her he was attracted to her. On missions, in the house, at school, he would avoid talking to her more than he really had to. He had told himself that they could be friends just like before but he had been fooling himself. Everything had changed and all because he had to go and be stupid enough to break up with Mica.
* * *
Gary looked stunned when he say Marie. Her clingy, darkgreen dress showed off every one of her curves. The dress was shortsleeved and ended right above her knees but she wore light green stockings and long gloves that exposed absolutely no skin. This didn't bother Gary in the least, he was elated to even be out on a date with Marie.
"Marie, would ya lahk ta dance?"
"Sure sugah." She lead him out onto the dancefloor and began to follow the beat of the music.
Pietro watched her from his corner of the gym, Carly standing next to him. He was glad for Marie, she needed to have some fun.
"Pietro are we gonna dance or what?"
Pietro looked at his date, "Oh come now Carly, there's no reason for me to embarrass you on the dance floor."
"What? You can't dance?" Carly asked, eyebrow raised.
"Of course I can dance, I'm just so good I don't want to make you look bad." He smiled at her frustration.
"Oh come on!" she dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor.
* * *
Dominic rolled over onto his stomach.
There is no need for me to go to that stupid dance, I wouldn't have any fun. I've alienated myself from all of my friends, male and female. Besides, I hate dancing.
* * *
Mica entered the gym with her date, Michael Fresno. She looked around, yes everyone was definatly having a good time. She caught a glance of Marie dancing with Gary.
Strange, she didn't come with Dominic.
Mica shrugged it off, Dominic was probably just dancing with someone else for that one song.
"Mica do you want to get some punch!" Mike yelled over the music.
"Sure!" she yelled back.
Michael went to get the punch, leaving Mica to wait for him. Mica listened to the music, it was from the new Red Hot Chilli Peppers album. She looked back at Marie, it was their favorite band.
Oh well, Marie doesn't seem to be missing me at all. She's having too much fun.
* * *
Marie felt her hair flying all over the place as she kept up with the song's upbeat tempo. She felt herself becoming lost in the song altogether, she loved it. After a few minutes, however, the song ended, leaving Marie breathless and hot.
"Wow Marie you're a good dancer," Gary told her.
"Thanks Gary, so are you." As she said those words she saw Mica standing alone. Marie frowned, why had Mica come alone? All the boys were pining for her so why didn't she just pick one of them? Marie contemplated going over to her friend to talk, then shook her head chiding herself for her own stupidity. Mica didn't want to talk to her, she'd made that evident enough.
* * *
"Wanda relax, dancing is really easy," Cody said as the next song started.
Wanda frowned, "Easy for you to say Mr. Sports Star, you actually have coordination."
Cody just laughed, "Wanda just let your body loose and find the rythm."
After a few minutes Wanda gave up, "Oh forget it, I'll never get this. I dance like a white girl."
"Well," Cody pretended to contemplate this, "That could be because you are, in fact, a white girl."
"Oh shut up, you know what I mean."
Cody sighed, "Wanda look around," she did. "What do you think of the people around you?"
"They look rediculous."
"Exactly." He looked her in the eyes, "People aren't caring what they look like, they're just here to have fun."
"Alright, lets try this again."
* * *
Okay I am not bored, I am not bored, I am not bored.
Dominic turned off his Sega Genesis, having beaten his "Sonic the Hedgehog" game twice already.
There isn't anything on T.V and I will not start thinking about Marie again.
He flipped through the channels, the first thing he saw was a commercial for auburn hair dye.
Okay, time to watch something else.
He flipped it to Roseanne, Marie's favorite show. He changed the channel again, to MTV, a Nirvana video, one of Marie's favorite bands. He gave up on T.V and turned on the radio.
"And this next song by Alanis Morrisette is dedicated to Sandra's ex boyfriend who dumped her for her best friend."
Dominic turned it off.
* * *
A half hour later Carly found herself sitting in a chair, Pietro seated closely to her.
"You know Pietro I always kind of thought you were stuck up and self centered," she smiled, "but after spending so much time with you these past few weeks I see that my first impression of you, along with my second, third and fourth, was wrong."
Pietro smiled,"Thanks Carly, that means a lot coming from you."
"Really? Why?" Carly asked suspiciously.
"You know," Pietro said, "most girls would have just thanked me for the compliment and smiled or something."
Carly looked directly into his pupils, "But other girls are stupid, bubbly, and ignorant. If you are going to be running games on me I want to know now so I don't get sucked in by your tricks."
"Woah Carly, maybe I should try another approach." He thought for a second, "How about, Carly I love the way that dress brings out the color in your eyes?" Without waiting for her to answer he continued, "And I really do mean it, coming from you it does mean a lot."
"Then I'm forced to ask yet again, why?"
"Because Carly, you aren't like the other girls I've dated," he hung his head and began to laugh, "God that sounds like such a line."
Despite her suspicion, Carly began to laugh with him.
"See," Pietro's eyes were bright with laughter, "you are much prettier when you're letting yourself have a good time."
A slow song started to pour out through the speakers.
"Come on, lets dance," Carly grabbed his hand.
* * *
Mica watched her friend dancing with Pietro and smiled, they were so cute together. She forced herself to focus on her own date. They had their arms around each other, swaying slowly to the song.
This is sweet, Mica thought sadly knowing those were the only words she would use to describe it. With Dominic she had never been able to capture a single moment in such simple terms. She would have never been able to summarize how she felt in any amount of words. And the worst part, her date was oblivious.
* * *
Marie felt Gary's hands moving further and further down her back. She shifted a little uncomfortable with the contact. She could barely keep her arms around him without the urge to back off and leave a three yard distance between them. As a result, her arms were stiff and Gary noticed.
"Marie, is anythin' wrong?"
"No, nothin'," she answered quickly.
"Are ya sure? Cuz if you're feelin' a little uncomfortable we can stop."
"Yeah, yeah that would be good."
She didn't miss the disappointed look on Gary's face as she led him off the dance floor.
* * *
Later:
"Nothing like punch at a school dance," Cody said as he poured Wanda an unidentifiable red drink.
Wanda sipped the punch, "This tastes like feet."
"Have ya evah tasted feet?" Cody asked, pouring himself a cup.
"You know what I mean," Wanda said as she took another sip and grimaced.
"It can't be that bad," Cody took a sip, "Okay, its worse."
"Oh crap," Wanda muttered.
"What?" Cody asked concerned. He followed Wanda's gaze, "Oh crap."
* * *
He couldn't explain what he was doing, he had no plan. Dominic had spied Marie dancing with Gary and made a beeline for the two of them.
How dare that, that thing put his hands on Marie! Why had Marie agreed to go out with that stupid jock? I blame Pietro.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at the owner of the hand, Carly.
"Dominic can I talk to you?"
"Not right-"
"Now!" she ordered.
While he was being half dragged outside he noticed that Pietro was following. As soon as they were outside Carly started talking.
"What are you doing Dominic?"
"I have to-I need to-Marie," he finished lamely.
"Yeah dude that makes everything more clear," Pietro said.
Carly continued, "Are you here to ruin Marie's date?"
Dominic didn't know how to answer, he hadn't formulated any kind of plan. He had just gotten out of the house and started walking.
"Dominic answer me."
"Why don't you talk to me anymore?"
"What?" Carly was taken off guard by the question.
"Ever since I broke up with Mica you wont talk to me."
"Dominic that isn't what I asked you."
"I know, but its what I'm asking you," Dominic paused, "We were friends first so why don't you want to talk to me?"
"Dominic I didn't mean to, its just that Mica is a close friend-"
"And I'm distant?" Dominic interrupted. He clenched his fists, "Isn't that the way it always goes? Dominic is never important enought to keep around."
"What are you talking about?"
"It all makes sense now. No one loves me, not my friends, not my family," he glanced at Pietro then back at Carly, "not even myself."
Domething clicked in Pietro's head, "Dominic, just because Erik doesn't ever call you his son doesn't mean he doesn't care about you just as much as he cares about me and Wanda."
"Whatever."
"Why didn't you ever tell us you felt this way?" Carly asked. "I mean we never meant to make you play second fiddle." She hugged him, "Dominic you are special to me, I swear to you and I didn't even realize how much I was alienating you."
"Thank you," Dominic whispered.
Pietro looked at Dominic in surprise, he never would have guessed his foster-brother felt so insecure and alienated. He wondered if Dominic's accusation about Erik never loving him was justified. Pietro didn't have time to ponder that thought.
"I've taken that shit for too long," Dominic announced. "And that's why I decided to come here today and make Marie mine!"
Neither Carly nor Pietro were able to stop him as he stormed back into the dance.
* * *
Wanda saw it all. Later she would describe it as a trainwreck, a glorious trainwreck. As Dominic closed the space between himself and his beloved Wanda was torn between cheering and closing her eyes.
As she saw Dominic tap on Marie's shoulder and Marie slowly turn around, Wanda knew everyone was in for a dramatic show.
* * *
"Dominic!" Marie exclaimed, surprised.
"Dominic?" Gary echoed.
The mutant boy ignored Gary and looked directly at Marie, "Marie, I need to talk to you." He grabbed Marie by the wrist.
Gary sized Dominic up, "Hey man, back off."
"Gary its alright," Marie told him. She turned to Dominic, "This might not be thah best time foh this."
"No, its the perfect time!" Dominic insisted, "You have to know, I am more than just attracted to you."
Gary felt like fire was burning his insides, "Dominic get your own date." He grabbed Dominic's hand and forced him to release Marie's wrist.
Marie recognized the look in Dominic's eyes instantly as he pushed Gary forcefully, "Don't tell me what to do."
"Well maybe Ah wouldn't have ta tell ya what ta do if ya would just take thah hint, Marie ain't interested!"
By that time, the whole dance had come to a complete stop, everyone watching the drama unfold.
"Dominic," Marie said a warning tone.
Gary attempted to punch his opponent, sure he was no match for him. Unfortunatly Dominic anticipated the punch and blocked it, landing a a punch of his own in Gary's face.
"Dominic!" Marie shreaked.
"What the hell is going on here?" Mica's voice was heard cutting through the crowd.
"Marie, I love you!" Dominic exclaimed.
Mica stopped dead in her tracks at the exclamation. She felt tears in her eyes as she pushed her way through the crowd to find an exit.
Marie looked hopelessly after Mica then back at Dominic. She sadly shook her head and took off after Mica.
* * *
"Mica! Mica!"
"Go away Marie," Mica sniffled.
Marie had followed her friend outside, trying to keep up with the pace at which she was half running-half walking. "Mica what you heard in there-"
Mica stopped, "What Marie, are you going to try and convince me there's nothing going on between the two of you?"
"But there isn't," Marie insisted. "Ah was on a date with Gary and-"
"That doesn't change how the two of you feel about each other." A tear ran down Mica's face.
Marie began to cry too, "Mica you are mah best friend and nothin' will evah change that, not some guy."
Mica shook her head, "It already has changed."
"Only because you are willing ta let it," Marie said stubbornly, "Ah always thought you were stronger than your surroundings. I guess I was wrong."
"Yeah, well I always thought you were a better friend than to stop telling me things."
"What are ya talkin' bout?" Marie asked, "Ah tell ya everything."
"No, not lately," Mica said, "You want to know what hurts the most? It isn't that you're attracted to Dominic, its not that he wants you over me, its that you would rather tell him your secrets."
Marie was shocked, thats what this was all about?
"Don't look so surprised Marie, you've always been the smart one but even I have my moments." Mica took a deep breath, "I know you've gotten closer to him than to me."
"Mica," Marie walked closer to her and enveloped her in a hug.
Mica returned the hug, "Marie I don't wanna lose you as a friend."
"I don't wanna lose ya either."
Mica whispered, "I don't care if ya start dating Dominic, I'll get over that quickly, but I don't want to become your second best friend, I want to be your first."
Marie nodded silently, "Ah promise."
* * *
Marie sat in her room writing in her journal.
I never thought Mica's problem with me would be about my being better friends with Dom than with her. I always assumed the problem was something shallow in nature, shows how much I know.
We both cut our dates short (she hated hers and mine needed stitches and probably hates my guts) and just walked home. I promised her I would always talk to her about everything because, I have to admit, we were growing farther apart. But-
Marie hesitated.
-it saddens me to know I can never really be fully honest with her. I can never tell her about all the intimate details of my life, Mom's rules. The rule makes sense, how many people would be able to wrap their heads around the fact that their best friend is a part of a mutant group dead set on saving the world? How many would be able to continue to be friends with someone who was a murder?
Oh that's right, I never told you. I killed my first man in the field a few days ago. It felt great.
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Go teen romance! ::makes gagging noises::
So what do you all think about my freakin' weird chapter?
To my lovely reviewers:
Tammy: Did I write soon enough? Sorry I didn't really answer the questions in your review but I wrote this chapter as sort of a stand alone and all but I promise I'll answer some questions soon! ::smiles:: Just out of curiosity, how did you react to the X-Men being the bad guys?
Ishandahalf: Woohoo! Glad I wasn't the only one who didn't have a lot of time on my hands. And yeah the X-Men suck, they ARE the enemy. We'll just have to do something about them! ::thinks evil thoughts::
Rogue151: Yeah, as you probably read in the author's note, I make really stupid mistakes. Not only is Ms. Marvel NOT Jean Gray's codename but I mistakenly used the wrong codename for Warren. You are probably the only one who caught that, you get a prize! ::looks around:: Um, I have half a pack of starbursts. Okay the part about Mystique disappearing, she used Nightcrawler's powers. A friend of mine read that part and told me that Mystique can not use other people's powers, she can only shift her shape. However, in several of my comics she does use other people's powers so I'm not really sure which of us is really right. WHEW! That was exhausting.
Alrighty folks, that was the end of that chapter, I promise to post my next one soon!
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Interesting Fact: Altoids are British imports.
The Damned, Episode 1 Chapter 13: The Dance
Raven sat on the front porch, curled up on an elegant, outdoor sofa. She held a cup of hot coffee near her face, allowing the steam to warm up her face in the cool Mississippi morning. The smile on her face was more than one of content, it was one of pure elation.
What could she have to feel sad about? Her team had beaten the X-Men time and time again. By this point the Brotherhood had found ways to get past the X-men a handfull of times. Each time her group of trainees had completed their mission objective. She couldn't be more proud of her daughter, she got the best possible grades in her high school classes and managed to be the guiding force inthe Brotherhood. Irene and Raven couldn't have been doing better. There had been no talk of breaking up or any discomfort. They were truly in love.
"Hillary?"
Raven looked up to see Mica's mother walking up towards the house. Raven got up and walked down the stairs to meet the woman half way. "How are you doing?"
"I'm terrific," the woman looked at her feet as if they were new apendages, "but I don't think I can say the same for our daughters."
"What do you mean?" Raven asked.
The woman looked at Raven. "I think something," she sucked in a breath, "more specifically, a guy, has come between them." She didn't miss the perplexed look on Hillary's face, "I think its Dominic."
Hillary looked around, "I'm being rude, I haven't even invited you inside."
"No, its okay, I should be going soon."
"Oh no, I insist. I made a fresh batch of coffee and everything." Hillary pretended to pout.
Mrs. Goodes began to laugh, "You are too much. Coffee sounds good."
* * *
"So," Raven said as she poured Mrs. Goodes a cup of coffee, "What makes you think Dominic is the problem?"
"Well I noticed that Mica was down in the dumps and its the same way she always acts when they break up. Which I'm sure you know is a lot of the time." she smiled
Raven nodded and smiled back, "Young love."
"Yeah, glad we don't have to worry about that."
Raven nodded, "But what does that have to do with Marie?"
"Well I accidentally overheard Mica talking to Carly and it seems that Dominic dumped Mica because he was attracted to another girl." She paused for a sip of coffee. "Then I noticed that Marie wasn't coming over as much anymore and just put two and two together..."
"Oh no," Raven groaned.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." She paused, "You know they might work it out themselves."
"Knowing Marie, that isn't very likely. She's too timid and hates confrontation," Raven unconsciously tapped the tabletop.
"And my little Mica is too stubborn to admit how she feels."
Raven shook her head, "How have they survived being friends this long?"
"No idea."
"Don't get me wrong, I love that they're friends. They are perfect together but..."
"They are two completely different personalities."
"Precisely."
Mrs. Goodes sighed, "Maybe Irene could help."
Raven looked at her in surprise, "Irene?"
"Well,yeah,I mean she is Marie's mother too isn't she?"
"Um...yeah...but..how?" Raven was flustered.
"I figured it out a long time ago. First I thought Erik might be Irene's husband but eventually I figured it out."
"And it doesn't bother you?" Raven's face became one of utter confusion.
"Naw, its the different people in this world that make the earth go round."
"Amen to that." Raven smiled but inside she wondered if people had figured out that she was a homosexual then did that mean they figured out she was a mutant too?
* * *
Cody effortlessly intercepted the pass. Without thinking he ran fifty yards, dodging the other team's players while being gaurded by his own teammates. As soon as he stepped into the area of the field painted entirely in yellow he knew he had the game locked. Within seconds the game was over; Caldecott Cougars 21, Franksville Tigers 3
Cody immediatly looked up into the stands to find Wanda. He was surprised that she had begun to come to his games considering she was anti- school spirit. He felt his teammates pull him onto their shoulders and cheered in happiness but he continued to look for Wanda's scarlet hair.
As his eyes scanned the bleachers he locked eyes with Marie. He felt his heart beat a little faster. He shook his head, Marie wasn't there for him, she was probably there to see her friend Pietro. Besides he had heard rumors about her and Dominic. And anyway, Cody reminded himself, Ah have Wanda, the most intrigueing woman in the world.
"Cody!"
He looked down, near the cheerleaders. He smiled, there was his Wanda. He quickly got off of his team mate's shoulders and rushed over to her. "Hey did ya see that?!"
She nodded, his enthusiasm was infectious, "I'm so proud." She threw her arms around him.
Cody laughed,"Ya sure ya wanna be huggin' meh? Ah feel lahk Ah've been swimmin' in sweat."
Wanda surprised him by kissing him on the mouth, long and passionatly. Her blush was evident even through her heavy makeup, "I'm sure."
Cody kissed her back, giddily.
* * *
Marie watched them from the bleachers. She felt like a peeping Tom but she just couldn't help herself. There was just something incredibly intriguing about people who could just let themselves be free enough to be comfortable with intense human contact.
Deep in thought she didn't hear Pietro call her name. She jumped when she felt his hand on her shoulder.
"Sorry to scare you," Pietro sat next to her. "What were looking at anyway?"
"Nothing," Marie said quietly.
"Yeah, right." He wasn't stupid. He felt his lips twist into a smile, "Hey Marie has anyone asked you to the dance?"
"No," she told him. "Ya ain't gonna ask are ya?"
"No and there's no need to look horrified." He paused, "but I know someone on the team that's been dying to ask you."
Marie looked at him quizzically, "Who an' if he wanted ta ask meh so bad why didn't he do it earlier? The dance is only two days away."
Pietro nodded, "Yeah I know, I know. But the truth is he's incredibly shy, at least around you. He thinks of you as the unattainable girl."
"Do Ah know him?"
Pietro nodded, "He sits next to you in your english class, Gary Laslow."
Marie thought for a minute and realized who he was talking about. "So did he send ya ovah ta ask meh out foh him?"
"Naw, he'd die if he knew I was over here talking to you about him. I just think you should go over there and talk to him."
"Pietro," Marie groaned.
"Marie don't give me that. I mean, who else are you going to go with? In case you hadn't noticed Dominic has moved on to Francine and Cody is taken." Pietro didn't miss the look on Marie's face. He just couldn't figure out if she was more hurt by Dominic or Cody. He added gently, "Marie I'm sure Dominic would have asked you if it wasn't for the Mica thing." she still held that same expression on her face. "And if Cody had talked to you first he probably would have gone out with you instead of Wanda." That didn't help either. Pietro sighed, "Look Marie, my point is you need to have fun and Gary is all up for having fun," he paused,"if you can make the first move."
"Pietro forget it," Marie muttered.
"Marie I never figured you to be chicken shit."
"What?" Marie looked him directly in the eyes.
"Well the Marie I know can kick anyone's ass and even though she's shy she would never let anyone keep her down."
"Is that what you think Ah'm doing? Lettin' othah people keep meh down?"
Pietro shrugged, "Prove me wrong."
"Fahn Ah will!" Marie got up and walked away only to mentally kick herself. She had fallen right into Pietro's trap.
* * *
Gary sat, talking to one of his friends about the plays he had managed to pull when he saw Marie walking towards him. There was no way she was coming to talk to him, she was just passing by him to get to the bathroom, yeah that was it.
No such luck.
"Hey Gary, how ya doin'?"
His friend stared in disbelief, Gary was actually nervous.
"Ah'm, ah'm fahn."
"Ah saw that last play, it was nice."
Gary nodded stupidly, "Thanks."
"Yeah, Pietro's explained the ins and outs of football to meh so Ah knew it was perfect. Ah especially like that interception during the second quarter."
"Thanks," he repeated.
His friend kicked him in the foot, almost knocking him off balance.
"Um, Marie," Gary started.
"Yeah Gary," Marie said in a sweet voice.
"Ah know its kinda last minute and all but Ah was wonderin' if ya would lahk ta go to the dance with meh."
Marie smiled, "that'd be nice, Ah'd love to."
Gary seemed relieved,"Great! Um, Ah'd pick ya up but Ah'n not old enough ta drive." He wanted to slap himself for that comment, it was stupid.
Marie smiled, amused, "No problem, Ah'll meet ya there."
"Yeah, Ah'll meet ya." Great, now your just regurgitating information.
Marie gave him a charming smile, "Good." She looked at her watch, "Ah gotta go but Ah'll see ya at the dance."
Gary watched in a stupor as his date walked off, marveling at the way she swayed her curvy, jean covered hips.
* * *
Marie looked around the city library, somebody had told her Mica was going to be there trying to find books for her research paper on black holes. Marie searched the young adult's section first, knowing that her friend would most likely try and find the easier reads. Suprisingly, Marie did not find her so she headed off towards the adult's section.
"Hey Marie what are you doing here so late?"
Marie looked to see her favorite librarian, Mr. Harmon, shelving books. "Just looking foh Mica."
"Really? You looked dressed for some teenage function," Mr. Harmon observed.
"Um, yeah. Ah was at the game."
"Ah. Who won?"
"We did," Marie told him before asking, "Have you seen Mica anywhere?"
"Yeah, she checked out a few books about five minutes ago, she said she was going to look through them in the Silent Reading area."
Hmm, now why didn't she just take them home? "Thank ya Mr. Harmon."
"No problem."
Marie hurried off to the room Mr. Harmon had mentioned. Sure enough Mica was seated at the table furthest from the door. She had her notebooks and science books open to various pages and so far Mica hadn't seen her friend approaching. Marie used this to her own advantage, Mica couldn't avoid her the way she had been all week at school.
"Mica."
The black haired girl looked up from her book with a start, "Marie?"
"That's mah name."
"Why are you here?"
"Looking foh ya actually."
Mica rolled her eyes and began to scribble in her notebook.
"Mica ya can't keep avoiding meh."
Mica looked at her, "What would make you think I'm avoiding you?"
"Ah've been tryin' ta talk ta ya at school and ya keep walkin' off in different directions or pretending ta be late foh some made up appointment." Marie felt the tears threatening to pour from her eyes. "Mica if ya are mad at meh ya have ta tell meh why."
"I'm not mad at you," Mica insisted.
"Don't lie ta meh."
Mica began to pack her materials into her backpack, "I'm not lying to you."
"Yes ya are. You know it, Ah know it, so lets not pretend."
By that time Mica finished packing, got up and started to walk away. Unfortunately Marie followed. "Marie go home and leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you."
"But-"
"Go home!"
Marie stood in the middle of the library, watching her best friend walk away. Marie felt her lips becoming wet and realized she was crying and from the sniffling she heard coming from Mica's direction she knew her friend was crying too.
* * *
I really don't know how I managed to destroy the best friendship in the world. Since I was really little I never had any friends. Actually, people steered clear of me, never wanted to be friends with a little girl with a family like mine. And why should they? My family was always white trash. I mean what kind of functional family would have social workers coming in and out of their house all day long? What kind of functional family would have to resort to calling the cops to settle disputes?
I'm getting off topic. Friends. Friends are people you can depend on, people you can tell your deepest feelings to. I thought I had that but apparantly I don't because my best friend is incredibly angry at me. Since we were about seven she's been my best friend and we always told each other everything, EVERYTHING! I told her all my secrets, all my shameful secrets, and she told me hers. We've influenced each other in ways we would have never thought possible. Hell it was my best friend that got me to write in this journal. Marie has always been such a good friend to me, not just a good friend, my better half. I wonder why she wont tell me her secrets now. Why doesn't she trust me?
* * *
Marie finished dressing just as Wanda barged into her bedroom.
"Marie do you have any makeup!"
Marie looked at the panicked girl's face, "No, why?"
Wanda looked at her frantically, "Because I got down to my very last bit of scarlet eyeshadow and I don't have time to go buy more!"
"Wanda relax," Marie picked up a comb and began to run it through her hair, "I'm sure Cody would love it if you didn't wear makeup just this one time, kind of a spontaneous change."
"Do you really thing so?" Marie nodded. "Alright, then I'll just go like this."
Marie looked Wanda head to toe. Wanda was wearing a long, sorcerous- like, dress with matching heels. Marie knew Cody would like it. He seemed to like anything unique and new. He would especially like the three streaks of scarlet dye running through Wanda's already purple hair. "Ya look good Wanda."
"Thanks, so do you."
Marie didn't say anything.
"I mean it Marie, you're sure to get every guy's attention," Wanda hesitated, "Or just Dominic's"
Marie glared at Wanda. "What makes ya think Ah'm gettin' all dressy foh him?"
Wanda looked a little surprised at the defensiveness of her friend, "Sorry, my mistake."
"Your damn right."
"Alright Marie, I'll see ya downstairs in like five minutes."
"See ya."
* * *
Dominic stared up at his ceiling. He was laying on his hardwood floor thinking. He knew he was the only one out of all of his friends that wasn't going to the dance, he hadn't even bothered to ask anyone to go with him, despite the rumors that he had.
Even if I went it would probably be a disaster. Mica would feel uncomfortable around me and so would Carly.
He punched the ground with a clenched fist. It wasn't fair, Carly was his friend not just someone he knew through his exgirlfriend. Carly had been his friend before she had met Marie and Mica.
Marie.
The name stung him. He had avoided his friend ever since he had told her he was attracted to her. On missions, in the house, at school, he would avoid talking to her more than he really had to. He had told himself that they could be friends just like before but he had been fooling himself. Everything had changed and all because he had to go and be stupid enough to break up with Mica.
* * *
Gary looked stunned when he say Marie. Her clingy, darkgreen dress showed off every one of her curves. The dress was shortsleeved and ended right above her knees but she wore light green stockings and long gloves that exposed absolutely no skin. This didn't bother Gary in the least, he was elated to even be out on a date with Marie.
"Marie, would ya lahk ta dance?"
"Sure sugah." She lead him out onto the dancefloor and began to follow the beat of the music.
Pietro watched her from his corner of the gym, Carly standing next to him. He was glad for Marie, she needed to have some fun.
"Pietro are we gonna dance or what?"
Pietro looked at his date, "Oh come now Carly, there's no reason for me to embarrass you on the dance floor."
"What? You can't dance?" Carly asked, eyebrow raised.
"Of course I can dance, I'm just so good I don't want to make you look bad." He smiled at her frustration.
"Oh come on!" she dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor.
* * *
Dominic rolled over onto his stomach.
There is no need for me to go to that stupid dance, I wouldn't have any fun. I've alienated myself from all of my friends, male and female. Besides, I hate dancing.
* * *
Mica entered the gym with her date, Michael Fresno. She looked around, yes everyone was definatly having a good time. She caught a glance of Marie dancing with Gary.
Strange, she didn't come with Dominic.
Mica shrugged it off, Dominic was probably just dancing with someone else for that one song.
"Mica do you want to get some punch!" Mike yelled over the music.
"Sure!" she yelled back.
Michael went to get the punch, leaving Mica to wait for him. Mica listened to the music, it was from the new Red Hot Chilli Peppers album. She looked back at Marie, it was their favorite band.
Oh well, Marie doesn't seem to be missing me at all. She's having too much fun.
* * *
Marie felt her hair flying all over the place as she kept up with the song's upbeat tempo. She felt herself becoming lost in the song altogether, she loved it. After a few minutes, however, the song ended, leaving Marie breathless and hot.
"Wow Marie you're a good dancer," Gary told her.
"Thanks Gary, so are you." As she said those words she saw Mica standing alone. Marie frowned, why had Mica come alone? All the boys were pining for her so why didn't she just pick one of them? Marie contemplated going over to her friend to talk, then shook her head chiding herself for her own stupidity. Mica didn't want to talk to her, she'd made that evident enough.
* * *
"Wanda relax, dancing is really easy," Cody said as the next song started.
Wanda frowned, "Easy for you to say Mr. Sports Star, you actually have coordination."
Cody just laughed, "Wanda just let your body loose and find the rythm."
After a few minutes Wanda gave up, "Oh forget it, I'll never get this. I dance like a white girl."
"Well," Cody pretended to contemplate this, "That could be because you are, in fact, a white girl."
"Oh shut up, you know what I mean."
Cody sighed, "Wanda look around," she did. "What do you think of the people around you?"
"They look rediculous."
"Exactly." He looked her in the eyes, "People aren't caring what they look like, they're just here to have fun."
"Alright, lets try this again."
* * *
Okay I am not bored, I am not bored, I am not bored.
Dominic turned off his Sega Genesis, having beaten his "Sonic the Hedgehog" game twice already.
There isn't anything on T.V and I will not start thinking about Marie again.
He flipped through the channels, the first thing he saw was a commercial for auburn hair dye.
Okay, time to watch something else.
He flipped it to Roseanne, Marie's favorite show. He changed the channel again, to MTV, a Nirvana video, one of Marie's favorite bands. He gave up on T.V and turned on the radio.
"And this next song by Alanis Morrisette is dedicated to Sandra's ex boyfriend who dumped her for her best friend."
Dominic turned it off.
* * *
A half hour later Carly found herself sitting in a chair, Pietro seated closely to her.
"You know Pietro I always kind of thought you were stuck up and self centered," she smiled, "but after spending so much time with you these past few weeks I see that my first impression of you, along with my second, third and fourth, was wrong."
Pietro smiled,"Thanks Carly, that means a lot coming from you."
"Really? Why?" Carly asked suspiciously.
"You know," Pietro said, "most girls would have just thanked me for the compliment and smiled or something."
Carly looked directly into his pupils, "But other girls are stupid, bubbly, and ignorant. If you are going to be running games on me I want to know now so I don't get sucked in by your tricks."
"Woah Carly, maybe I should try another approach." He thought for a second, "How about, Carly I love the way that dress brings out the color in your eyes?" Without waiting for her to answer he continued, "And I really do mean it, coming from you it does mean a lot."
"Then I'm forced to ask yet again, why?"
"Because Carly, you aren't like the other girls I've dated," he hung his head and began to laugh, "God that sounds like such a line."
Despite her suspicion, Carly began to laugh with him.
"See," Pietro's eyes were bright with laughter, "you are much prettier when you're letting yourself have a good time."
A slow song started to pour out through the speakers.
"Come on, lets dance," Carly grabbed his hand.
* * *
Mica watched her friend dancing with Pietro and smiled, they were so cute together. She forced herself to focus on her own date. They had their arms around each other, swaying slowly to the song.
This is sweet, Mica thought sadly knowing those were the only words she would use to describe it. With Dominic she had never been able to capture a single moment in such simple terms. She would have never been able to summarize how she felt in any amount of words. And the worst part, her date was oblivious.
* * *
Marie felt Gary's hands moving further and further down her back. She shifted a little uncomfortable with the contact. She could barely keep her arms around him without the urge to back off and leave a three yard distance between them. As a result, her arms were stiff and Gary noticed.
"Marie, is anythin' wrong?"
"No, nothin'," she answered quickly.
"Are ya sure? Cuz if you're feelin' a little uncomfortable we can stop."
"Yeah, yeah that would be good."
She didn't miss the disappointed look on Gary's face as she led him off the dance floor.
* * *
Later:
"Nothing like punch at a school dance," Cody said as he poured Wanda an unidentifiable red drink.
Wanda sipped the punch, "This tastes like feet."
"Have ya evah tasted feet?" Cody asked, pouring himself a cup.
"You know what I mean," Wanda said as she took another sip and grimaced.
"It can't be that bad," Cody took a sip, "Okay, its worse."
"Oh crap," Wanda muttered.
"What?" Cody asked concerned. He followed Wanda's gaze, "Oh crap."
* * *
He couldn't explain what he was doing, he had no plan. Dominic had spied Marie dancing with Gary and made a beeline for the two of them.
How dare that, that thing put his hands on Marie! Why had Marie agreed to go out with that stupid jock? I blame Pietro.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked at the owner of the hand, Carly.
"Dominic can I talk to you?"
"Not right-"
"Now!" she ordered.
While he was being half dragged outside he noticed that Pietro was following. As soon as they were outside Carly started talking.
"What are you doing Dominic?"
"I have to-I need to-Marie," he finished lamely.
"Yeah dude that makes everything more clear," Pietro said.
Carly continued, "Are you here to ruin Marie's date?"
Dominic didn't know how to answer, he hadn't formulated any kind of plan. He had just gotten out of the house and started walking.
"Dominic answer me."
"Why don't you talk to me anymore?"
"What?" Carly was taken off guard by the question.
"Ever since I broke up with Mica you wont talk to me."
"Dominic that isn't what I asked you."
"I know, but its what I'm asking you," Dominic paused, "We were friends first so why don't you want to talk to me?"
"Dominic I didn't mean to, its just that Mica is a close friend-"
"And I'm distant?" Dominic interrupted. He clenched his fists, "Isn't that the way it always goes? Dominic is never important enought to keep around."
"What are you talking about?"
"It all makes sense now. No one loves me, not my friends, not my family," he glanced at Pietro then back at Carly, "not even myself."
Domething clicked in Pietro's head, "Dominic, just because Erik doesn't ever call you his son doesn't mean he doesn't care about you just as much as he cares about me and Wanda."
"Whatever."
"Why didn't you ever tell us you felt this way?" Carly asked. "I mean we never meant to make you play second fiddle." She hugged him, "Dominic you are special to me, I swear to you and I didn't even realize how much I was alienating you."
"Thank you," Dominic whispered.
Pietro looked at Dominic in surprise, he never would have guessed his foster-brother felt so insecure and alienated. He wondered if Dominic's accusation about Erik never loving him was justified. Pietro didn't have time to ponder that thought.
"I've taken that shit for too long," Dominic announced. "And that's why I decided to come here today and make Marie mine!"
Neither Carly nor Pietro were able to stop him as he stormed back into the dance.
* * *
Wanda saw it all. Later she would describe it as a trainwreck, a glorious trainwreck. As Dominic closed the space between himself and his beloved Wanda was torn between cheering and closing her eyes.
As she saw Dominic tap on Marie's shoulder and Marie slowly turn around, Wanda knew everyone was in for a dramatic show.
* * *
"Dominic!" Marie exclaimed, surprised.
"Dominic?" Gary echoed.
The mutant boy ignored Gary and looked directly at Marie, "Marie, I need to talk to you." He grabbed Marie by the wrist.
Gary sized Dominic up, "Hey man, back off."
"Gary its alright," Marie told him. She turned to Dominic, "This might not be thah best time foh this."
"No, its the perfect time!" Dominic insisted, "You have to know, I am more than just attracted to you."
Gary felt like fire was burning his insides, "Dominic get your own date." He grabbed Dominic's hand and forced him to release Marie's wrist.
Marie recognized the look in Dominic's eyes instantly as he pushed Gary forcefully, "Don't tell me what to do."
"Well maybe Ah wouldn't have ta tell ya what ta do if ya would just take thah hint, Marie ain't interested!"
By that time, the whole dance had come to a complete stop, everyone watching the drama unfold.
"Dominic," Marie said a warning tone.
Gary attempted to punch his opponent, sure he was no match for him. Unfortunatly Dominic anticipated the punch and blocked it, landing a a punch of his own in Gary's face.
"Dominic!" Marie shreaked.
"What the hell is going on here?" Mica's voice was heard cutting through the crowd.
"Marie, I love you!" Dominic exclaimed.
Mica stopped dead in her tracks at the exclamation. She felt tears in her eyes as she pushed her way through the crowd to find an exit.
Marie looked hopelessly after Mica then back at Dominic. She sadly shook her head and took off after Mica.
* * *
"Mica! Mica!"
"Go away Marie," Mica sniffled.
Marie had followed her friend outside, trying to keep up with the pace at which she was half running-half walking. "Mica what you heard in there-"
Mica stopped, "What Marie, are you going to try and convince me there's nothing going on between the two of you?"
"But there isn't," Marie insisted. "Ah was on a date with Gary and-"
"That doesn't change how the two of you feel about each other." A tear ran down Mica's face.
Marie began to cry too, "Mica you are mah best friend and nothin' will evah change that, not some guy."
Mica shook her head, "It already has changed."
"Only because you are willing ta let it," Marie said stubbornly, "Ah always thought you were stronger than your surroundings. I guess I was wrong."
"Yeah, well I always thought you were a better friend than to stop telling me things."
"What are ya talkin' bout?" Marie asked, "Ah tell ya everything."
"No, not lately," Mica said, "You want to know what hurts the most? It isn't that you're attracted to Dominic, its not that he wants you over me, its that you would rather tell him your secrets."
Marie was shocked, thats what this was all about?
"Don't look so surprised Marie, you've always been the smart one but even I have my moments." Mica took a deep breath, "I know you've gotten closer to him than to me."
"Mica," Marie walked closer to her and enveloped her in a hug.
Mica returned the hug, "Marie I don't wanna lose you as a friend."
"I don't wanna lose ya either."
Mica whispered, "I don't care if ya start dating Dominic, I'll get over that quickly, but I don't want to become your second best friend, I want to be your first."
Marie nodded silently, "Ah promise."
* * *
Marie sat in her room writing in her journal.
I never thought Mica's problem with me would be about my being better friends with Dom than with her. I always assumed the problem was something shallow in nature, shows how much I know.
We both cut our dates short (she hated hers and mine needed stitches and probably hates my guts) and just walked home. I promised her I would always talk to her about everything because, I have to admit, we were growing farther apart. But-
Marie hesitated.
-it saddens me to know I can never really be fully honest with her. I can never tell her about all the intimate details of my life, Mom's rules. The rule makes sense, how many people would be able to wrap their heads around the fact that their best friend is a part of a mutant group dead set on saving the world? How many would be able to continue to be friends with someone who was a murder?
Oh that's right, I never told you. I killed my first man in the field a few days ago. It felt great.
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Go teen romance! ::makes gagging noises::
So what do you all think about my freakin' weird chapter?
To my lovely reviewers:
Tammy: Did I write soon enough? Sorry I didn't really answer the questions in your review but I wrote this chapter as sort of a stand alone and all but I promise I'll answer some questions soon! ::smiles:: Just out of curiosity, how did you react to the X-Men being the bad guys?
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Alrighty folks, that was the end of that chapter, I promise to post my next one soon!