-Upon Flaming Wings-
10-26-03
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The day was going by so slow for Amara. She watched the clock in anticipation.
"What's the matter, Amara?" Rebecca asked, blinking. "You're staring at the clock as if you can't wait for this to be over." Amara looked over at her and frowned.
"I can't!" She hissed. They were in study class. Next was lunch. Amara just couldn't wait. She needed to get out of here. Sighing, she stared at the clock.
This was going to be a long day.
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Amara gazed at the mirror. She couldn't decide what to wear. She gave a glance at a black miniskirt and a blue tank top with a pair of low-heeled, black sandals. Someone knocked on her door. She opened it, slipping into her bathrobe. Kitty smiled at her.
"Like, hey, Amara! Are you going to the dance too?" Amara nodded.
"Yeah, but I can't think of anything to wear." She frowned then sighed. "I was thinking on this."
"That's a cute outfit. I think you should, like, totally wear it." Kitty nodded approvingly. "Now, can I do your hair?"
"Sure." Kitty left to get her things and Amara put the clothes on. Kitty came back with brushes, a curling iron, hair spray, and a few hair ties. She sat at the vanity and watched in the mirror as Kitty did her hair. She decided on a few things first then nodded to herself.
"This will, like, totally look great on you." She left a few longer strands with her bangs, to frame her face, then she put the rest of the top back. The rest of her hair would hang down, curled. Once Kitty was done, she put a little hair spray in to hold it. Smiling at her victory, she presented it to Amara, who didn't watch her.
"I love it!" Amara exclaimed with a huge smile. She stood up and hugged Kitty. They calmed down then sat down on Amara's bed. "Is Lance taking you?" Kitty nodded with a smile.
"He's picking me up." She shivered in delight. "So, who are you going with?" She elbowed Amara, who mumbled something. Kitty leaned closer, unable to hear her.
"John."
"You mean, Pyro?" At Amara's nod, Kitty squealed. "You two look positively cute together!"
"Can I tell you something, Kitty?" Amara asked hesitantly. Kitty nodded. "Promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I, like, promise." Amara took a deep breath.
"I love him." She whispered. She bit her lip then looked up. "We've done so much together and spent so much time together. I felt warm all over when he asked me to the dance. It was the good kind of feeling." Kitty smiled knowingly.
"I know what you're talking about." She paused.
"Kitty!" Ororo shouted from downstairs. "Lance is here!"
"Coming!" She winked at Amara. "Don't be, like, nervous. I'm almost positive that he loves you back."
"Thanks, Kit." She watched the girl leave with a bounce in her step. "I only hope I have enough courage to say it.." Someone knocked at her door again. This time, it was her 'date'.
"Hey there, love." John smiled at her when he opened the door. "How're ya?" He was amazed at how nicely she dressed up. She looked beautiful. He blinked and held his hand out to her, helping her to stand. "We better get goin' ourselves."
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When they entered, the noise made Amara cover her ears. John grabbed her hand and led her in. They brushed up against people and got bumped around.
"I'll get us something to drink." Amara said, letting go of his hand. She shivered and walked over to the punch bowl.
"Hey, Amara." Brandon said with a smile. He looked her up and down. "Are you here by yourself?" She poured two glasses of punch. "No? Well then, who're you here with?"
"Amara!" Rogue smiled at her. "Hand meh a glass, would ya?"
"Who are you here with, Rogue?" Amara asked curiously. Rogue shrugged.
"Ah jus' tagged along with Evan an' his date. Ah'm leavin' them alone now, though." She winked at Amara. "See ya back at home."
"Okay!" Amara smiled and picked the glasses up, remembering Brandon. "If you must know, I am here with someone." She left to go and find John. Familiar arms wrapped around her.
"Enjoyin' yourself already?" John asked, taking a glass from her hand. "Thanks." She smiled then set the cup down. "Wanna dance?"
"Sure." He took her hand and found a suitable spot. She felt awkward dancing in fast-paced music. They started a slow song next, much to the relief of Amara. The lighting was dim and perfect for the slow music. He held her close to him as they moved fluidly. "St. John? There's something I want to tell you.." She trailed off. Her voice was soft and she was whispering. He leaned down a little, to hear her better.
"Don't be nervous, love. Tell me." He said softly. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't know how to say it. That was mostly the problem.
"I.." She bit her lip. He smiled warmly at her. He sort of figured out, or hoped he did, what she wanted to say. In one courageous moment, she leaned up and kissed him. It didn't last long, but it said what she wanted to. He saw her look down and blush. He felt the heat radiating off her. He cupped her face in one hand and tilted it upward. She stared into his eyes, blushing. He smiled then brought his lips to hers. He pulled away and just hugged her close until the song ended. Another fast-paced one started but Amara was not in the mood for dancing. She felt giddy, sure, but not to dance.
"You're not dancing." He pointed out. She shrugged.
"I think I might stand over there.." He was going to say something then decided against it.
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Amara and John exited the dance, hand-in-hand. She shivered and he wrapped an arm around her, instead.
"I never thought this would happen when I met you." Amara admitted quietly. They walked near Bayville Park. A cold, chill breeze blew and caused him to take his over shirt off and set it lightly on her shoulders.
"Well, its happened and that's all that matters." She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled. This was the best night of her life.
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Rogue got into the institute a little early. Gambit was sitting in the kitchen, writing a letter to his family. He growled in agitation and crumpled it up, throwing it over his shoulder, into the garbage can.
"What's up, Swamp rat?" She asked, peeking over the table. He looked up and a small smile appeared on his face. He shrugged.
"Jean-Luc an' de otha members o' Remy's family be expectin' a letter." He said calmly.
"Sounds like ya gettin' a little aggravated ta meh." He nodded.
"Dis be frustratin' work." He looked back down and scowled darkly. "Remy don' even wanna write t' dem."
"Don't if ya don' wanna." She shrugged and sat down across from him.
"Pourquoi?" She stared at him then shrugged. (Why?) He then grinned at her. "Rogue be all dressed up an' nowhere t' g'." She smiled and raised her eyebrow.
"If ya wanna join meh outside, then be mah guest." He practically jumped up and pulled her out of her chair by the hand.
"Remy t'inks dat be a great idea." She smiled at him and they walked outside to enjoy the fresh evening air together.
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Amara pulled on her nightgown and sat on her bed. She wasn't tired. She felt so wonderful. She smiled, gazing at herself in the mirror. Her smile faded. She stood up and went out onto the balcony. Leaning over, she thought about her nightmares. She was very happy with St. John. How come she was having such bad nightmares about him? She reached out and plucked a leaf from its slow descent toward the ground.
"You okay, love?"
"I'm fine." She whispered. He took the leaf from her hand and twirled it around before he let it go.
"I'm glad that I didn't eat Kitty's muffins." She looked at him over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Kitty was baking when I went downstairs. She wanted me to taste-test them." She paled. "Kurt got it bad. So did Lance."
"They offered?"
"Lance didn't want to make her cry and Kurt just felt bad about it."
"Oh."
"He said that he had a good time at the dance with Amanda." She smiled.
"I think everyone had fun. I know I did." He kissed her forehead.
"I know someone who needs their sleep."
"No." She shook her head and hugged him. She was afraid to sleep now. Ever since that night she had slept with him, she was afraid to sleep alone. Afraid of the nightmares that would haunt her.
"Don't worry, love. The same offer still remains open. If you need anything at all, don't be afraid to come to my room." She breathed a sigh and let go of him.
"Thank you.. for the other night." He smiled and ruffled her hair.
"No problem. 'Night, love." He left, leaving her on the balcony alone. She sighed. She felt so empty. She shivered and went back inside, to her room.
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Amara bit into her donut. She played with a strand of her hair and looked over as Kurt bamf-ed into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Amara." He greeted her with a smile. "Ready for ze long day of training zat Logan vill put us through?" She nodded.
"Yeah, how about you?" He nodded.
"Hey, I am ze Fuzzy One!" She laughed.
"Of course you are." She shook her head. "What teams do you think we'll be in?" He shrugged.
"I zink zat you and Pyro vill be team captains." She frowned. He grinned. "Am I going to be on your team?"
"Maybe." She gave him a sly smile. He gave her a wide-eyed innocent smile. "Why would I not pick the 'Fuzzy One' for my team?" He shrugged.
"If you don't, you're nuts."
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Team Magma - *Order in rank* Amara, Rogue, Logan, Storm, Kurt, Kitty, Ray, Sam, and Bobby.
Team Pyro - St. John, Gambit, Piotr, Scott, Jubilee, Evan, Rahne, Roberto, and Jean.
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10-27-03
-Jess-
10-26-03
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The day was going by so slow for Amara. She watched the clock in anticipation.
"What's the matter, Amara?" Rebecca asked, blinking. "You're staring at the clock as if you can't wait for this to be over." Amara looked over at her and frowned.
"I can't!" She hissed. They were in study class. Next was lunch. Amara just couldn't wait. She needed to get out of here. Sighing, she stared at the clock.
This was going to be a long day.
-
Amara gazed at the mirror. She couldn't decide what to wear. She gave a glance at a black miniskirt and a blue tank top with a pair of low-heeled, black sandals. Someone knocked on her door. She opened it, slipping into her bathrobe. Kitty smiled at her.
"Like, hey, Amara! Are you going to the dance too?" Amara nodded.
"Yeah, but I can't think of anything to wear." She frowned then sighed. "I was thinking on this."
"That's a cute outfit. I think you should, like, totally wear it." Kitty nodded approvingly. "Now, can I do your hair?"
"Sure." Kitty left to get her things and Amara put the clothes on. Kitty came back with brushes, a curling iron, hair spray, and a few hair ties. She sat at the vanity and watched in the mirror as Kitty did her hair. She decided on a few things first then nodded to herself.
"This will, like, totally look great on you." She left a few longer strands with her bangs, to frame her face, then she put the rest of the top back. The rest of her hair would hang down, curled. Once Kitty was done, she put a little hair spray in to hold it. Smiling at her victory, she presented it to Amara, who didn't watch her.
"I love it!" Amara exclaimed with a huge smile. She stood up and hugged Kitty. They calmed down then sat down on Amara's bed. "Is Lance taking you?" Kitty nodded with a smile.
"He's picking me up." She shivered in delight. "So, who are you going with?" She elbowed Amara, who mumbled something. Kitty leaned closer, unable to hear her.
"John."
"You mean, Pyro?" At Amara's nod, Kitty squealed. "You two look positively cute together!"
"Can I tell you something, Kitty?" Amara asked hesitantly. Kitty nodded. "Promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I, like, promise." Amara took a deep breath.
"I love him." She whispered. She bit her lip then looked up. "We've done so much together and spent so much time together. I felt warm all over when he asked me to the dance. It was the good kind of feeling." Kitty smiled knowingly.
"I know what you're talking about." She paused.
"Kitty!" Ororo shouted from downstairs. "Lance is here!"
"Coming!" She winked at Amara. "Don't be, like, nervous. I'm almost positive that he loves you back."
"Thanks, Kit." She watched the girl leave with a bounce in her step. "I only hope I have enough courage to say it.." Someone knocked at her door again. This time, it was her 'date'.
"Hey there, love." John smiled at her when he opened the door. "How're ya?" He was amazed at how nicely she dressed up. She looked beautiful. He blinked and held his hand out to her, helping her to stand. "We better get goin' ourselves."
-
When they entered, the noise made Amara cover her ears. John grabbed her hand and led her in. They brushed up against people and got bumped around.
"I'll get us something to drink." Amara said, letting go of his hand. She shivered and walked over to the punch bowl.
"Hey, Amara." Brandon said with a smile. He looked her up and down. "Are you here by yourself?" She poured two glasses of punch. "No? Well then, who're you here with?"
"Amara!" Rogue smiled at her. "Hand meh a glass, would ya?"
"Who are you here with, Rogue?" Amara asked curiously. Rogue shrugged.
"Ah jus' tagged along with Evan an' his date. Ah'm leavin' them alone now, though." She winked at Amara. "See ya back at home."
"Okay!" Amara smiled and picked the glasses up, remembering Brandon. "If you must know, I am here with someone." She left to go and find John. Familiar arms wrapped around her.
"Enjoyin' yourself already?" John asked, taking a glass from her hand. "Thanks." She smiled then set the cup down. "Wanna dance?"
"Sure." He took her hand and found a suitable spot. She felt awkward dancing in fast-paced music. They started a slow song next, much to the relief of Amara. The lighting was dim and perfect for the slow music. He held her close to him as they moved fluidly. "St. John? There's something I want to tell you.." She trailed off. Her voice was soft and she was whispering. He leaned down a little, to hear her better.
"Don't be nervous, love. Tell me." He said softly. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn't know how to say it. That was mostly the problem.
"I.." She bit her lip. He smiled warmly at her. He sort of figured out, or hoped he did, what she wanted to say. In one courageous moment, she leaned up and kissed him. It didn't last long, but it said what she wanted to. He saw her look down and blush. He felt the heat radiating off her. He cupped her face in one hand and tilted it upward. She stared into his eyes, blushing. He smiled then brought his lips to hers. He pulled away and just hugged her close until the song ended. Another fast-paced one started but Amara was not in the mood for dancing. She felt giddy, sure, but not to dance.
"You're not dancing." He pointed out. She shrugged.
"I think I might stand over there.." He was going to say something then decided against it.
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Amara and John exited the dance, hand-in-hand. She shivered and he wrapped an arm around her, instead.
"I never thought this would happen when I met you." Amara admitted quietly. They walked near Bayville Park. A cold, chill breeze blew and caused him to take his over shirt off and set it lightly on her shoulders.
"Well, its happened and that's all that matters." She leaned her head on his shoulder and smiled. This was the best night of her life.
-
Rogue got into the institute a little early. Gambit was sitting in the kitchen, writing a letter to his family. He growled in agitation and crumpled it up, throwing it over his shoulder, into the garbage can.
"What's up, Swamp rat?" She asked, peeking over the table. He looked up and a small smile appeared on his face. He shrugged.
"Jean-Luc an' de otha members o' Remy's family be expectin' a letter." He said calmly.
"Sounds like ya gettin' a little aggravated ta meh." He nodded.
"Dis be frustratin' work." He looked back down and scowled darkly. "Remy don' even wanna write t' dem."
"Don't if ya don' wanna." She shrugged and sat down across from him.
"Pourquoi?" She stared at him then shrugged. (Why?) He then grinned at her. "Rogue be all dressed up an' nowhere t' g'." She smiled and raised her eyebrow.
"If ya wanna join meh outside, then be mah guest." He practically jumped up and pulled her out of her chair by the hand.
"Remy t'inks dat be a great idea." She smiled at him and they walked outside to enjoy the fresh evening air together.
-
Amara pulled on her nightgown and sat on her bed. She wasn't tired. She felt so wonderful. She smiled, gazing at herself in the mirror. Her smile faded. She stood up and went out onto the balcony. Leaning over, she thought about her nightmares. She was very happy with St. John. How come she was having such bad nightmares about him? She reached out and plucked a leaf from its slow descent toward the ground.
"You okay, love?"
"I'm fine." She whispered. He took the leaf from her hand and twirled it around before he let it go.
"I'm glad that I didn't eat Kitty's muffins." She looked at him over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Kitty was baking when I went downstairs. She wanted me to taste-test them." She paled. "Kurt got it bad. So did Lance."
"They offered?"
"Lance didn't want to make her cry and Kurt just felt bad about it."
"Oh."
"He said that he had a good time at the dance with Amanda." She smiled.
"I think everyone had fun. I know I did." He kissed her forehead.
"I know someone who needs their sleep."
"No." She shook her head and hugged him. She was afraid to sleep now. Ever since that night she had slept with him, she was afraid to sleep alone. Afraid of the nightmares that would haunt her.
"Don't worry, love. The same offer still remains open. If you need anything at all, don't be afraid to come to my room." She breathed a sigh and let go of him.
"Thank you.. for the other night." He smiled and ruffled her hair.
"No problem. 'Night, love." He left, leaving her on the balcony alone. She sighed. She felt so empty. She shivered and went back inside, to her room.
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Amara bit into her donut. She played with a strand of her hair and looked over as Kurt bamf-ed into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Amara." He greeted her with a smile. "Ready for ze long day of training zat Logan vill put us through?" She nodded.
"Yeah, how about you?" He nodded.
"Hey, I am ze Fuzzy One!" She laughed.
"Of course you are." She shook her head. "What teams do you think we'll be in?" He shrugged.
"I zink zat you and Pyro vill be team captains." She frowned. He grinned. "Am I going to be on your team?"
"Maybe." She gave him a sly smile. He gave her a wide-eyed innocent smile. "Why would I not pick the 'Fuzzy One' for my team?" He shrugged.
"If you don't, you're nuts."
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Team Magma - *Order in rank* Amara, Rogue, Logan, Storm, Kurt, Kitty, Ray, Sam, and Bobby.
Team Pyro - St. John, Gambit, Piotr, Scott, Jubilee, Evan, Rahne, Roberto, and Jean.
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10-27-03
-Jess-