I apologize for taking so long with this. I've been very lazy but instead of just coming out and saying that, I'd rather give you an excuse that makes me look better. I didn't work on this chapter because I was busy fundraising for the poor starving little orphans. That was completely what I was doing. _
I'm trying to put these chapters together in a logical order, but I suppose there is nothing logical about the fanfic in general. I'm kind of scared to write Rogue's chapter. The Rogue fans are very intimidating.
[I moved my responses to reviews at the bottom, btw]
-Hizzy
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The professor contemplated who's dream to view next. Kitty and Kurt's dreams had both been rather odd and more than a little disturbing. Then he had a thought. Jean was always so levelheaded. Certainly SHE would have a normal dream. He had enjoyed her dreams from the previous nights. He mentally moved into her mind and waited patiently for a dream to begin.
In a couple of minutes he saw one begin:
As the dream opened, Jean was no where to be seen, but instead there was a group of men sitting around a table playing poker. Two of the players were Scott and Kurt. They exchanged glances, and finally Kurt sighed. He tossed his cards down and folded. A couple of the other players folded as well.
Across the table from Scott and Kurt, Remy kept a straight face as he laid down his hand and said, "Royal flush."
There was a moment of suspense as all the players looked to Scott, who had yet to put down his hand. He looked from Kurt to Remy, then laid down his cards, "Super flush."
Kurt jumped up and cheered as he smacked Scott on the back and collected their winnings. A groan passed through the other players. They had bet everything. Who would have thought that Scott would be able to beat a royal flush with the newly invented 'super flush'? The only had that can beat that is a 'Mega-Ultra-Special Flush'. Remy was angered at his turn of luck and all of the cards exploded.
"Not again!" shouted one of the players, "That was our last deck!" Remy scratched his head and shrugged.
Kurt looked down at the tickets they had won, "I can't believe we're going to ride the Titanic! We're going to America!"
"You'll never make it," said Piotr as he tried to cheer Remy up, "It leaves in five minutes."
"Oh no!" Kurt said, feigning shock. He grabbed Scott's arm and transported them both to the Titanic's dock.
The ran quickly up to board but where stopped by a man who was checking tickets. He looked at the tickets briefly and looked up at the two, "Have you been checked for lice?" He said this especially to Kurt as he looked over his furry body.
Kurt looked nervous for a moment, then quickly transported onto the ship.
Meanwhile, a fancy car pulled up next to the dock. A man stepped out of the front and opened the back door. Jean began to step out of the door, but the giant hat she was wearing got stuck. She looked annoyed for a moment, then opted to put on a different, smaller hat. Finally, she emerged and took the offered hand of her fiancé.
"Duncan, darling," she said, looking at the ship, "Why are we not using the private jet?"
"Because, Jean," he muttered in annoyance, "This will prove to everyone how rich we are. Besides, we certainly won't die if we ride the Titanic."
She looked distastefully at the ship, "Well... I suppose it's alright."
The couple, followed by Jean's parents, began to board and were stopped to have their tickets checked.
"Have you been checked for lice?" the man asked casually.
Jean was very offended and slapped him. She stormed passed him as he hesitantly looked at Duncan and Jean's parents, then pass without asking them the same question. He wondered why nobody liked being asked if they had been checked for lice.
Meanwhile, Scott and Kurt found their way to their room. They paid no attention to the two other roommates as they began to unpack their things and make plans to convert the other two men's area of the room into a mini bar.
Lance stared at Scott and Kurt, then looked at Pietro and asked, "Where's Remy and Piotr?" Pietro shrugged, uninterested. He had planned on making Remy and Piotr's half of the room into a mini bar, anyway.
Soon after, Scott found himself wandering up to the deck to take a look around. He sat down on a bench and watched the other passengers. At that moment, he noticed an old man beginning to have a heart attack. The man also happened to be the same old guy from Kurt's dream.
Scott felt inspired and pulled out his doodle pad and began to draw the old man. He was getting very much into the drawing and putting a lot of detail into it, when suddenly the tip on his crayon broke. Looking sadly down at the unfinished picture, he knew that it could never be completed without the red crayon.
The whole incident with the drawing had gotten Scott down and he was planning to head back inside when something else caught his eye. It was a beautiful girl. He was beginning to feel inspired again, but then he saw that she was wearing a red dress and remembered that the red crayon had been broken. Of course, he could just as easily drew the dress blue, but that would be absurd. Who wears blue dresses these days?
Jean was enjoying the sites when she noticed Scott staring at her. She knew he was only a lowly third class passenger. How dare he look at somebody as rich as her! She quickly gave him the finger and stomped away with her chin held up.
"She's way out of your league," Kurt said from behind Scott, making him jump.
Scott glared at him, "What do you mean by that!?"
"She's a first class passenger!" Kurt explained, "The chances of you getting her to like you are as likely as this ship hitting an iceberg and sinking!"
Scott sighed. Everybody knew that icebergs were just an urban legend. There was no chance of Jean liking him.
Kurt seemed to notice his friend's depression and put an arm around him, "Oh, don't worry! Us third class passengers are having a big party tonight. You should go invite her."
"But you just said she-" but Scott couldn't get the rest out before Kurt transported himself away, leaving his confused friend to his thoughts.
Later that night, Jean was attending a fancy dinner party with her family. She sat quietly, listening to the conversation between her parents and the queen of England.
"Blah blah blah, blah," said her father.
The queen contemplated this and finally replied, "Blah. Blah blah blah blah."
"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah," added her mother.
"Blah!" Duncan said suddenly, and everyone laughed except for Jean. She stopped paying attention back at 'blah blah.'
She pushed away from the table and announced, "I'm going to go jump off the back of the ship now."
"That's nice, dear," said her father.
With that Jean ran out of the room, sobbing. She ran around in circles for a while, through the second class area, once through the engine room, around the captain a couple times, and finally to the deck. Once at the railing, she looked down at the ocean. 'This is the only way,' she thought to herself. If only there was an exciting, handsome, third class passenger that could come have an affair with her. That would certainly cheer her up. But that was obviously not going to happen. She pulled herself over the railing and prepared herself to jump.
"Don't do it!" she heard suddenly from behind her. She turned and saw Scott standing on the deck.
"Stay away from me, peasant!" she shouted.
Scott held his hands out, "No, wait! You don't want to jump off there! You could die!"
"What!?" Jean screamed and clung to the railing, "Help me!" He ran to her and grabbed her before she had a chance to fall down and get eaten by dolphins. She began to giggle, "I was just kidding. I wasn't really going to jump in the first place."
He smiled sheepishly at her and playfully shoved her, and said lightheartedly, "Oh you!" Unfortunately, the shove was a lot harder than he had intended it to be and she fell off the rail. He gulped and looked around nervously. There wasn't anybody watching except for this guy who had been planning to push Jean off the rail anyway. Scott began attempting a casual getaway, while whistling 'My Heart Will Go On.' Just then, Jean finally managed to levitate herself back up to the ship.
Scott breathed in relief, "You had me worried! I thought you had-" He wasn't able to finish before she slapped him.
"You jerk!" she shouted and began to hit him more, "I almost died! Thanks a lot!"
"Um... your welcome?" he tried, but she didn't receive that well and proceeded to push him onto the ground and was about to slap him again when she noticed that her parents and Duncan had come out to the deck in search of her.
"Jean!" her mother gasped, "Were you about to hurt that young man?"
Jean quickly stepped away from him, and stuttered for an explanation, "It's not what you think! It just... Well, he... And then I... He was putting the moves on me! Get him, Duncan!"
Duncan was the insanely jealous type. He had been known to punch anybody who so much as touched Jean, but this was obviously beyond just a punch. Instead, he pulled out a gun and began shooting in ever direction, all the while running around and screaming like a maniac. That went on until he fell off the side of the boat and got eaten by dolphins. Nobody cared or even noticed.
Jean's father looked over at Scott, who was still on the ground trying not to lose consciousness. "What a charming young man!" Jean's father commented, "You simply must join us for dinner tonight!"
Scott looked tentatively at Jean, who had forgotten that she was very angry with him and was smiling pleasantly. After thinking it over and knowing full well that Jean might beat him up again if he refused, and he finally nodded his head.
"Splendid!" exclaimed the father. He and his wife exited.
"So, what time is dinner?" Scott asked.
Jean looked at him disgustedly, "You aren't planning on going to dinner dressed like that, are you? You're supposed to dress up for it."
Scott looked down at his outfit, "But I am dressed up."
She looked skeptically at the leisure suit he was wearing, "Um... I have a better idea. My friend Kitty just suddenly became very rich last week. I'm sure she'll spring for a nice outfit for you."
"Well, okay," Scott said disappointedly, still not knowing what was wrong with his clothes. The started off in the direction of Kitty's room. "So, how is it that your friend got rich, anyway?" Scott asked as they finally got the room.
"Lottery," Jean said as she knocked on the door, "But don't worry, she hasn't let it go to her head." The door opened with Kitty on the other side. She was wearing a dress made out of hundred dollar bills and had a very expensive looking tiara on her head.
"Hi, Kitty," Jean said, trying not to look appalled.
"Call me Princess," Kitty corrected.
"No," Jean said with a grimace.
Kitty ignored that and grinned, "I'm glad you're here! I've got so much money that it'll be a nice change to be around people poorer than me."
Jean scowled, "My family has at least three times as much money than you."
"Yeah, sure," Kitty rolled her eyes and pulled Jean in the door. She looked over at Scott, "Who's your friend?"
"He's some guy who almost killed me," Jean said flatly.
Kitty smiled at him, "You look homeless. Come on in and I'll get you a really expensive sandwich." Scott would be offended, but he did like sandwiches, so he didn't bother defending himself.
"Okay, here's the thing," Jean said as soon as they had seated themselves on Kitty's gold-plated, diamond-stuffed couch, "Scott here is going to be coming to dinner tonight and... well, look at him!"
Kitty nodded as she looked at him, "I see what you mean. Well, luckily one of my many, many butlers has an extra suit that I think would fit." Scott didn't want to look like a butler, but it really would be a step up for him so he agreed.
After many exciting, very interesting, but secret adventures, Jean and Scott finally arrived for dinner. At the table they were seated at were Jean's parents, Kitty, the queen of England, and Ritchie Rich.
"I feel out of place here," Scott whispered to Jean.
"It's okay," Jean said, "Just remain calm and don't mention how poor you are."
"No, I mean I'm out of place," Scott said and motioned to the spot he was at, which was a very elaborate throne with 'The Queen' inscribed on it. He noticed the queen of England standing next to him, glaring, and quickly offered up the spot. Instead, he opted for the seat on the other side of Jean.
"They're bringing our food out now," Jean said and pointed at the waiters.
Scott smiled, "So what are we having?"
"McDonalds," Jean said and grabbed a Big Mac, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Scott said as he took an offered pack of McNuggets, "I just thought that we would be eating some more... high class."
Jean stared at him, a glob of mayonnaise smeared across her cheek, "What are you talking about? This is about as high class as it comes." Scott was still very confused but decided not to push it.
Dinner proceeded without any problems. An hour after finishing his food, Scott leaned over to Jean, "We've already finished eating... When can we leave?"
"It's considered bad manners to leave the table first," Jean told him, "We need to wait for somebody else to leave."
At the moment, the queen and Ritchie Rich were in a heated argument about who was richer: Bill Gates or Scrooge McDuck. The argument didn't seem to be going anywhere.
"What do you think, Kitty? Who's richer?" Ritchie finally asked.
Kitty thought about it for a moment than replied, "I am!"
"That's it!" the queen threw her arms up, "I'm outta here!" With that, she stormed away.
"Now's our chance!" Jean shouted, "Wanna go sit in the back of a care and make out?"
"Wha-" Scott began but was dragged away. The made their way out to the deck. The only other people out there were the two watchmen in the crows nest.
"This is boring, yo," Todd said from his post up in the crows nest. Fred was too busy trying to figure out how the crows nest didn't break under his weight, let alone how he could fit in it. Todd looked out at the ocean, "Sure are a lot of icebergs."
"Seriously, though!" Fred suddenly exclaimed, "What is this thing MADE of?"
It was at that moment that Todd noticed a huge iceberg right in the path of the ship. He stared at it for a moment, then elbowed Fred, "Hey, we're gonna hit that iceberg, yo."
Fred stared at it, "Isn't that kinda bad?"
Todd scratched his head and stared at it for a while longer, "Didn't the captain tell us that we were supposed to watch out for them?"
"I thought he told us to make sure nobody touched his stash," Fred said in confusion.
He scratched his head again, "Well, he said a lot of things."
Just then, they heard Jean's voice from below, "Look, Scott, we're going to hit that iceberg!"
"That's really bad!" Scott shouted.
Fred and Todd looked at each other. Todd scratched his head once more, Fred ate a pie. "He said that it's really bad," Todd said in slight realization, "So we should probably tell somebody."
Fred looked down and Jean and Scott, "Well, they already know. Maybe they'll tell someone."
"But it's our job to tell somebody," Todd reasoned. Before they could debate it any longer, the ship finally hit the iceberg. Todd and Fred exchanged glances.
"So... should we still tell someone?" Fred asked.
"They'll figure it out," Todd shrugged and leaned back in his spot.
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To be continued...
End part 1 of Jean's dream.
On the next episode of Keep Dreaming: "Oh no! The Titanic is sinking! Who would have guessed?"
Desert-Rose6: "Okay I the almighty Desert-Rose6 have an inspiring parody for Scott. Have you ever read Lord of the Flies? ~Laughs evilly~ Mwah-ha-ha Mwah-haa-ha-ha!"
-Er... should I have? You're not going to kill me if I haven't, are you? *is afraid*
Flamekiller: "I give you the Three Letters and Three Exclamation Points Award. Or, for short: LOL!"
-Squee! I'd like to thank all the little people I had to step on to get here! Also, I'd like to thank the monkeys who actually wrote the fanfic for me!
Dolly: "Rogue's dream should be a messed up 'Gone With the Wind" or um... I dunno... a dream where everyone dies... I like those dreams,... DIE PREPPY CHEERLEADERS! DIE! Jean should have a dream where she dies or is suddenly un-perfect. Y'know? Really ugly. And stupid. DAMN YOU JEAN! Needs more Gambit... You've had Piotr, and Pyro TWICE DAMMIT!"
-*edges away from Dolly, slowly* Gambit will have a guest appearance in this chapter... And we've got to have Pyro... he's PYRO! He laughs crazily and sets things on fire! I mean, COME ON! I'm not going to give him his own dream... but I'm sure we can all imagine how it would be:
*pyro's dream*
PYRO: *laughing crazily and setting things on fire*
*end dream*
Shadow-Spider: "Oh God! lol! I'm Gonna DIE LAUGHING! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
-Oh no! I'm losing valuable readers to death! BREATH! *line on heart rate monitor goes flat* Uh-oh... *looks around nervously, then sets SS up in a chair and edges away*
Taineyah: "And I forgot about the "No Anne Rice" thing... sorry."
-You'd better be! *shakes fist* Nah, I'm just kidding. *gives you a birthday cake*
SperryDee: "picture this: Maximoff. Pietro Maximof. (ala James Bond, with Evan as the villain). With Tabby, Kitty, and Rogue as the Bond (or in this case, Maximoff) girls. Like it?"
-You know... that's just crazy enough to work! I very much like this idea. I would, however, probably have to watch a James Bond movie... ^^;; It's been a very long time and my memory is less than perfect.
latin-mutant: "About Pietro, maybe he could dream he's a turtle, or one of those dreams where you run and run and run and run... but don't seem to move from the same spot"
-I have comment on that, but I can't say anything cause it would spoil an upcoming dream. _
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Shhhhhh!
I'm trying to put these chapters together in a logical order, but I suppose there is nothing logical about the fanfic in general. I'm kind of scared to write Rogue's chapter. The Rogue fans are very intimidating.
[I moved my responses to reviews at the bottom, btw]
-Hizzy
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The professor contemplated who's dream to view next. Kitty and Kurt's dreams had both been rather odd and more than a little disturbing. Then he had a thought. Jean was always so levelheaded. Certainly SHE would have a normal dream. He had enjoyed her dreams from the previous nights. He mentally moved into her mind and waited patiently for a dream to begin.
In a couple of minutes he saw one begin:
As the dream opened, Jean was no where to be seen, but instead there was a group of men sitting around a table playing poker. Two of the players were Scott and Kurt. They exchanged glances, and finally Kurt sighed. He tossed his cards down and folded. A couple of the other players folded as well.
Across the table from Scott and Kurt, Remy kept a straight face as he laid down his hand and said, "Royal flush."
There was a moment of suspense as all the players looked to Scott, who had yet to put down his hand. He looked from Kurt to Remy, then laid down his cards, "Super flush."
Kurt jumped up and cheered as he smacked Scott on the back and collected their winnings. A groan passed through the other players. They had bet everything. Who would have thought that Scott would be able to beat a royal flush with the newly invented 'super flush'? The only had that can beat that is a 'Mega-Ultra-Special Flush'. Remy was angered at his turn of luck and all of the cards exploded.
"Not again!" shouted one of the players, "That was our last deck!" Remy scratched his head and shrugged.
Kurt looked down at the tickets they had won, "I can't believe we're going to ride the Titanic! We're going to America!"
"You'll never make it," said Piotr as he tried to cheer Remy up, "It leaves in five minutes."
"Oh no!" Kurt said, feigning shock. He grabbed Scott's arm and transported them both to the Titanic's dock.
The ran quickly up to board but where stopped by a man who was checking tickets. He looked at the tickets briefly and looked up at the two, "Have you been checked for lice?" He said this especially to Kurt as he looked over his furry body.
Kurt looked nervous for a moment, then quickly transported onto the ship.
Meanwhile, a fancy car pulled up next to the dock. A man stepped out of the front and opened the back door. Jean began to step out of the door, but the giant hat she was wearing got stuck. She looked annoyed for a moment, then opted to put on a different, smaller hat. Finally, she emerged and took the offered hand of her fiancé.
"Duncan, darling," she said, looking at the ship, "Why are we not using the private jet?"
"Because, Jean," he muttered in annoyance, "This will prove to everyone how rich we are. Besides, we certainly won't die if we ride the Titanic."
She looked distastefully at the ship, "Well... I suppose it's alright."
The couple, followed by Jean's parents, began to board and were stopped to have their tickets checked.
"Have you been checked for lice?" the man asked casually.
Jean was very offended and slapped him. She stormed passed him as he hesitantly looked at Duncan and Jean's parents, then pass without asking them the same question. He wondered why nobody liked being asked if they had been checked for lice.
Meanwhile, Scott and Kurt found their way to their room. They paid no attention to the two other roommates as they began to unpack their things and make plans to convert the other two men's area of the room into a mini bar.
Lance stared at Scott and Kurt, then looked at Pietro and asked, "Where's Remy and Piotr?" Pietro shrugged, uninterested. He had planned on making Remy and Piotr's half of the room into a mini bar, anyway.
Soon after, Scott found himself wandering up to the deck to take a look around. He sat down on a bench and watched the other passengers. At that moment, he noticed an old man beginning to have a heart attack. The man also happened to be the same old guy from Kurt's dream.
Scott felt inspired and pulled out his doodle pad and began to draw the old man. He was getting very much into the drawing and putting a lot of detail into it, when suddenly the tip on his crayon broke. Looking sadly down at the unfinished picture, he knew that it could never be completed without the red crayon.
The whole incident with the drawing had gotten Scott down and he was planning to head back inside when something else caught his eye. It was a beautiful girl. He was beginning to feel inspired again, but then he saw that she was wearing a red dress and remembered that the red crayon had been broken. Of course, he could just as easily drew the dress blue, but that would be absurd. Who wears blue dresses these days?
Jean was enjoying the sites when she noticed Scott staring at her. She knew he was only a lowly third class passenger. How dare he look at somebody as rich as her! She quickly gave him the finger and stomped away with her chin held up.
"She's way out of your league," Kurt said from behind Scott, making him jump.
Scott glared at him, "What do you mean by that!?"
"She's a first class passenger!" Kurt explained, "The chances of you getting her to like you are as likely as this ship hitting an iceberg and sinking!"
Scott sighed. Everybody knew that icebergs were just an urban legend. There was no chance of Jean liking him.
Kurt seemed to notice his friend's depression and put an arm around him, "Oh, don't worry! Us third class passengers are having a big party tonight. You should go invite her."
"But you just said she-" but Scott couldn't get the rest out before Kurt transported himself away, leaving his confused friend to his thoughts.
Later that night, Jean was attending a fancy dinner party with her family. She sat quietly, listening to the conversation between her parents and the queen of England.
"Blah blah blah, blah," said her father.
The queen contemplated this and finally replied, "Blah. Blah blah blah blah."
"Blah blah blah, blah blah blah," added her mother.
"Blah!" Duncan said suddenly, and everyone laughed except for Jean. She stopped paying attention back at 'blah blah.'
She pushed away from the table and announced, "I'm going to go jump off the back of the ship now."
"That's nice, dear," said her father.
With that Jean ran out of the room, sobbing. She ran around in circles for a while, through the second class area, once through the engine room, around the captain a couple times, and finally to the deck. Once at the railing, she looked down at the ocean. 'This is the only way,' she thought to herself. If only there was an exciting, handsome, third class passenger that could come have an affair with her. That would certainly cheer her up. But that was obviously not going to happen. She pulled herself over the railing and prepared herself to jump.
"Don't do it!" she heard suddenly from behind her. She turned and saw Scott standing on the deck.
"Stay away from me, peasant!" she shouted.
Scott held his hands out, "No, wait! You don't want to jump off there! You could die!"
"What!?" Jean screamed and clung to the railing, "Help me!" He ran to her and grabbed her before she had a chance to fall down and get eaten by dolphins. She began to giggle, "I was just kidding. I wasn't really going to jump in the first place."
He smiled sheepishly at her and playfully shoved her, and said lightheartedly, "Oh you!" Unfortunately, the shove was a lot harder than he had intended it to be and she fell off the rail. He gulped and looked around nervously. There wasn't anybody watching except for this guy who had been planning to push Jean off the rail anyway. Scott began attempting a casual getaway, while whistling 'My Heart Will Go On.' Just then, Jean finally managed to levitate herself back up to the ship.
Scott breathed in relief, "You had me worried! I thought you had-" He wasn't able to finish before she slapped him.
"You jerk!" she shouted and began to hit him more, "I almost died! Thanks a lot!"
"Um... your welcome?" he tried, but she didn't receive that well and proceeded to push him onto the ground and was about to slap him again when she noticed that her parents and Duncan had come out to the deck in search of her.
"Jean!" her mother gasped, "Were you about to hurt that young man?"
Jean quickly stepped away from him, and stuttered for an explanation, "It's not what you think! It just... Well, he... And then I... He was putting the moves on me! Get him, Duncan!"
Duncan was the insanely jealous type. He had been known to punch anybody who so much as touched Jean, but this was obviously beyond just a punch. Instead, he pulled out a gun and began shooting in ever direction, all the while running around and screaming like a maniac. That went on until he fell off the side of the boat and got eaten by dolphins. Nobody cared or even noticed.
Jean's father looked over at Scott, who was still on the ground trying not to lose consciousness. "What a charming young man!" Jean's father commented, "You simply must join us for dinner tonight!"
Scott looked tentatively at Jean, who had forgotten that she was very angry with him and was smiling pleasantly. After thinking it over and knowing full well that Jean might beat him up again if he refused, and he finally nodded his head.
"Splendid!" exclaimed the father. He and his wife exited.
"So, what time is dinner?" Scott asked.
Jean looked at him disgustedly, "You aren't planning on going to dinner dressed like that, are you? You're supposed to dress up for it."
Scott looked down at his outfit, "But I am dressed up."
She looked skeptically at the leisure suit he was wearing, "Um... I have a better idea. My friend Kitty just suddenly became very rich last week. I'm sure she'll spring for a nice outfit for you."
"Well, okay," Scott said disappointedly, still not knowing what was wrong with his clothes. The started off in the direction of Kitty's room. "So, how is it that your friend got rich, anyway?" Scott asked as they finally got the room.
"Lottery," Jean said as she knocked on the door, "But don't worry, she hasn't let it go to her head." The door opened with Kitty on the other side. She was wearing a dress made out of hundred dollar bills and had a very expensive looking tiara on her head.
"Hi, Kitty," Jean said, trying not to look appalled.
"Call me Princess," Kitty corrected.
"No," Jean said with a grimace.
Kitty ignored that and grinned, "I'm glad you're here! I've got so much money that it'll be a nice change to be around people poorer than me."
Jean scowled, "My family has at least three times as much money than you."
"Yeah, sure," Kitty rolled her eyes and pulled Jean in the door. She looked over at Scott, "Who's your friend?"
"He's some guy who almost killed me," Jean said flatly.
Kitty smiled at him, "You look homeless. Come on in and I'll get you a really expensive sandwich." Scott would be offended, but he did like sandwiches, so he didn't bother defending himself.
"Okay, here's the thing," Jean said as soon as they had seated themselves on Kitty's gold-plated, diamond-stuffed couch, "Scott here is going to be coming to dinner tonight and... well, look at him!"
Kitty nodded as she looked at him, "I see what you mean. Well, luckily one of my many, many butlers has an extra suit that I think would fit." Scott didn't want to look like a butler, but it really would be a step up for him so he agreed.
After many exciting, very interesting, but secret adventures, Jean and Scott finally arrived for dinner. At the table they were seated at were Jean's parents, Kitty, the queen of England, and Ritchie Rich.
"I feel out of place here," Scott whispered to Jean.
"It's okay," Jean said, "Just remain calm and don't mention how poor you are."
"No, I mean I'm out of place," Scott said and motioned to the spot he was at, which was a very elaborate throne with 'The Queen' inscribed on it. He noticed the queen of England standing next to him, glaring, and quickly offered up the spot. Instead, he opted for the seat on the other side of Jean.
"They're bringing our food out now," Jean said and pointed at the waiters.
Scott smiled, "So what are we having?"
"McDonalds," Jean said and grabbed a Big Mac, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Scott said as he took an offered pack of McNuggets, "I just thought that we would be eating some more... high class."
Jean stared at him, a glob of mayonnaise smeared across her cheek, "What are you talking about? This is about as high class as it comes." Scott was still very confused but decided not to push it.
Dinner proceeded without any problems. An hour after finishing his food, Scott leaned over to Jean, "We've already finished eating... When can we leave?"
"It's considered bad manners to leave the table first," Jean told him, "We need to wait for somebody else to leave."
At the moment, the queen and Ritchie Rich were in a heated argument about who was richer: Bill Gates or Scrooge McDuck. The argument didn't seem to be going anywhere.
"What do you think, Kitty? Who's richer?" Ritchie finally asked.
Kitty thought about it for a moment than replied, "I am!"
"That's it!" the queen threw her arms up, "I'm outta here!" With that, she stormed away.
"Now's our chance!" Jean shouted, "Wanna go sit in the back of a care and make out?"
"Wha-" Scott began but was dragged away. The made their way out to the deck. The only other people out there were the two watchmen in the crows nest.
"This is boring, yo," Todd said from his post up in the crows nest. Fred was too busy trying to figure out how the crows nest didn't break under his weight, let alone how he could fit in it. Todd looked out at the ocean, "Sure are a lot of icebergs."
"Seriously, though!" Fred suddenly exclaimed, "What is this thing MADE of?"
It was at that moment that Todd noticed a huge iceberg right in the path of the ship. He stared at it for a moment, then elbowed Fred, "Hey, we're gonna hit that iceberg, yo."
Fred stared at it, "Isn't that kinda bad?"
Todd scratched his head and stared at it for a while longer, "Didn't the captain tell us that we were supposed to watch out for them?"
"I thought he told us to make sure nobody touched his stash," Fred said in confusion.
He scratched his head again, "Well, he said a lot of things."
Just then, they heard Jean's voice from below, "Look, Scott, we're going to hit that iceberg!"
"That's really bad!" Scott shouted.
Fred and Todd looked at each other. Todd scratched his head once more, Fred ate a pie. "He said that it's really bad," Todd said in slight realization, "So we should probably tell somebody."
Fred looked down and Jean and Scott, "Well, they already know. Maybe they'll tell someone."
"But it's our job to tell somebody," Todd reasoned. Before they could debate it any longer, the ship finally hit the iceberg. Todd and Fred exchanged glances.
"So... should we still tell someone?" Fred asked.
"They'll figure it out," Todd shrugged and leaned back in his spot.
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To be continued...
End part 1 of Jean's dream.
On the next episode of Keep Dreaming: "Oh no! The Titanic is sinking! Who would have guessed?"
Desert-Rose6: "Okay I the almighty Desert-Rose6 have an inspiring parody for Scott. Have you ever read Lord of the Flies? ~Laughs evilly~ Mwah-ha-ha Mwah-haa-ha-ha!"
-Er... should I have? You're not going to kill me if I haven't, are you? *is afraid*
Flamekiller: "I give you the Three Letters and Three Exclamation Points Award. Or, for short: LOL!"
-Squee! I'd like to thank all the little people I had to step on to get here! Also, I'd like to thank the monkeys who actually wrote the fanfic for me!
Dolly: "Rogue's dream should be a messed up 'Gone With the Wind" or um... I dunno... a dream where everyone dies... I like those dreams,... DIE PREPPY CHEERLEADERS! DIE! Jean should have a dream where she dies or is suddenly un-perfect. Y'know? Really ugly. And stupid. DAMN YOU JEAN! Needs more Gambit... You've had Piotr, and Pyro TWICE DAMMIT!"
-*edges away from Dolly, slowly* Gambit will have a guest appearance in this chapter... And we've got to have Pyro... he's PYRO! He laughs crazily and sets things on fire! I mean, COME ON! I'm not going to give him his own dream... but I'm sure we can all imagine how it would be:
*pyro's dream*
PYRO: *laughing crazily and setting things on fire*
*end dream*
Shadow-Spider: "Oh God! lol! I'm Gonna DIE LAUGHING! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
-Oh no! I'm losing valuable readers to death! BREATH! *line on heart rate monitor goes flat* Uh-oh... *looks around nervously, then sets SS up in a chair and edges away*
Taineyah: "And I forgot about the "No Anne Rice" thing... sorry."
-You'd better be! *shakes fist* Nah, I'm just kidding. *gives you a birthday cake*
SperryDee: "picture this: Maximoff. Pietro Maximof. (ala James Bond, with Evan as the villain). With Tabby, Kitty, and Rogue as the Bond (or in this case, Maximoff) girls. Like it?"
-You know... that's just crazy enough to work! I very much like this idea. I would, however, probably have to watch a James Bond movie... ^^;; It's been a very long time and my memory is less than perfect.
latin-mutant: "About Pietro, maybe he could dream he's a turtle, or one of those dreams where you run and run and run and run... but don't seem to move from the same spot"
-I have comment on that, but I can't say anything cause it would spoil an upcoming dream. _
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Shhhhhh!