Boom-Boom's Dating Academy
Part 5
A/N: Hi everybody! Only one chappie left after this. Short story. The poll currently stands at this:
Kurtty: 2 1/2
Romy: 3
Lancitty: 1/2
Kietro: -1
I dedicate this chapter to all my reviewers! And to Selly for being just about the best sister in the world. Love ya!!!!!
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Kurt took a deep breath. This was going to take all the courage in the world. The warm breezes were becoming hot and they swirled around him. He looked skyward, his back resting against the wall. Around the corner was Kitty. She sat on a bench, book resting in her lap. Some of her hair had come loose from her ponytail, and it blew into her face. She absentmindedly brushed it away, eyes still focused on the book. Peeking around the corner, Kurt gulped. Well, it's now, or never.
A shadow fell across Kitty's book. She looked up to see the fuzzy mutant looking down at her. He looked extremely uncomfortable. His head blocked the dazzling sun, the edges of his blue hair a soft golden. Kitty swallowed and closed the book.
"Yeah, Kurt?" She looked anxiously into the usually easy-going teen's nervous face, and frowned. That question came a little too early. Kurt sighed and sat down next to Kitty. Best to start with some small talk.
"Just wanted to talk. I just watched the Sound of Music." He hoped that didn't sound to fake. To be honest he had only ever seen the movie once. All he remembered were some singing nuns.
"Really?!" Kitty squealed. "That's, like, my so totally favorite movie! What was your favorite part?" The girl had never realized that Kurt might be interested in the same things she was. It had never really mattered before. Kurt's eyes bugged out. This was one of the worst possible scenario's.
"I uh…like the part where the nuns sing?" Kitty smiled.
"I know! Julie Andrews is, like, such a great singer!" Kurt let out his breath. This was going well. "So….now what?" Spoke too soon. Kurt racked his brain for Tabby's info.
"You look great!" Kitty blushed.
"Really?" She inquired shyly.
"Yeah!" He replied enthusiastically. He could say it truthfully, he was happy to say.
"Soooo….what now?" Kitty turned to Kurt, still slightly pink. Kurt went into panic mode. What was it? Be romantic!! Kurt cleared his throat. He put up an eyebrow and made his voice suave-sounding.
"Kitty, my darling, your eyes are like two big brown pools of, uh, uh," Kitty stared at Kurt, eyebrows raised. "Water?" Kurt finished unsure of how to continue and sighed. He better get it over with, before he thought of any more "romantic" things to say. "Katzchen,…Kitty, will you, uh, umm, will you, ah.." Kitty frowned at her friend.
"Like, spit it out fuzzy." She looked into his yellow eyes.
"Will you go to the dance with me?" Kurt looked away. There he had done it. Now it was up to her. He waited a few seconds and chanced a glance at Kitty. He felt it before he saw it. In one quick movement her lips were on his. His arms tensed then wrapped around her as he enjoyed the feeling. When they finally broke apart, Kitty squealed.
"What am I going to wear?" Kurt grinned as the brunette dashed away.
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Rogue sighed. She let the tall grasses wrap around her knees. The oak tree behind her was smooth from many hours of thinking. Her eyes drifted over to the distant garden. Kitty sat on a bench. Rogue straightened her back, about to rise, but slouched again as Kurt walked over the her friend. The southerner allowed a small smile as she watched the other teens converse.
"Mademoiselle?" The teen whipped around to see Gambit staring at her. She snorted and faced back to the garden.
"What do you want Swamp Rat?" Remy walked over and crouched down beside her. He turned to see what she was gazing at. He chuckled softly. So Kurt was the first to make a move. "What are you chuckling at?" Rogue stared intensely into the other mutants eyes.
"Remy was admiring Bleu for having the courage to talk to Chaton." He returned her stare.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The goth asked indignantly.
"Not many boys are willing to admit to their crushes that they wish to be their beau," Remy replied steadily. Rogue grunted in reply. Remy settled himself onto the grass and threw a questioning look at the girl. "Remy was also wondering why mademoiselle was not preparing for the dance."
"Because, I'm not going." Gambit simply raised an eyebrow.
"Do you not want to attend?"
"Of course I want to go? But who cares? I don't remember anyone ever asking me if I wanted to do something." Her voice hardened as she threw an acorn. She continued. "Besides, if anyone cared, I would already be going with-" She stopped abruptly a blush spreading across her cheeks. Her eyes wandered to the ground admiring the grass. The boy moved closer.
"Remy cares about how you feel." Rogue's mouth opened slightly as her eyes widened. She turned her head slowly. Gambit was holding a navy blue box. Making sure she was paying close attention he silently lifted the lid to the box. Inside were purple and white roses in a beautiful bouquet. A corsage. Gambit took a breath. The final moment. Rogue stared for a few seconds. Then she grinned.
"Monsieur?" she laughed, holding out her arm.
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Logan looked at his feet. When Kurt had nervously squeaked out Tabby's advice he had nearly grabbed the fuzzy demon and flung him down the hall. But Tabby's advice was all he had if he wanted a date with Ororo. And he did. He sighed unhappily and walked down the hall. He stopped at the kitchen door. Inside Storm was preparing a salad for a quick snack. He rolled his eyes. Salad. What a waste of time.
"Hey Ro'," Wolverine grunted.
"Hello Logan," replied the woman, as calm as ever. "What do you need." Wolverine gulped. Here was the time. Either wimp, or no date. He cleared his throat.
"Ahem," Storm gave him a quick look, but went back to chopping lettuce. "Ororo, since we are both chap-er, chaperoning the dance would you do me the honor of," He sighed angrily. He decided he'd rather have no date than be a wimp. "Wanna go to the dance with me?" He picked a toothpick up off the counter, expecting the worst.
"Why I'd love to Logan," Ororo replied, grabbing her salad and sitting down. "Care to join me?"
"Love to, Ro'," he grinned, snatching a T-bone steak out of the fridge.
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Pyro strolled down the sidewalk. He softly whistled a tune, the click of his lighter an ever constant sound. He grinned at a passing blonde. The pavement was warm against his thin sandals. He stopped at a rickety gate, and looked up to admire the Brotherhood house. This was where he was going to either be the happiest fire-mutant alive, or the most brutally hexed-to-death fire-mutant. The latter was not the most appealing thought, so he pushed it out of his mind. With a quick look around, he torched the fence. As the charred remains fell over, St. John put on a sad face.
"Oops." He continued up the path and opened the unlocked door. Sidling inside, he briefly looked over the once-trashy house and smirked. He spotted Wanda sprawled on a couch, her nose buried in a book. Slowly he walked up behind the couch and silently leaned over it. "Ay, Sheila." The Scarlet Witch let out a squeak and accidentally dropped her book. She tried to put on scowl as she turned to face the handsome mutant.
"What do you want?"
"I just wanted some time to talk to a beautiful Sheila like yourself," the Australian replied smoothly. Wanda blushed in spite of herself.
"Yo' gorgeous!" Toad hopped into the room.
"GET OUT!!!!" She hexed the mutant out of the room. John chuckled.
"So I surmise that you're going to the dance with dream boy over there?" He motioned towards the hole Todd, rather Wanda, had created in the wall.
"Please," the girl's eyes blazed with anger.
"Sooooooo…..you're free then?" Wanda's fury vanished as she stared into the other mutants eyes.
"Y-Yes," she answered uncertainly. Was he going to do what she thought he was going to do?!?!?! He slid over the couch, until was seated next to her.
"Would you go with me Wanda?" Real emotion filled Pyro's eyes as he gazed hopefully at her. The now-familiar blush once again spread over the tough teen's cheeks.
"Sure," she whispered as his hand wrapped around hers.
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"Ewwww!" Tabby laughed as a bug met its death on her-Lance's-windshield. She turned to stick her tongue out at the cop behind her, and blasted off, and 80 mph, the breeze blowing back her hair. "Wahooooooooooo!!" she cried, swerving around cars. Finally, after losing the cop, she slowed and stopped at a small park. Tabby wandered into the park, and finally sat down on the bench. It was placed under the swaying branches of a willow tree, overlooking a small creek. She watched the calm stillness of the other willows lining the creek. She grinned. "Hi'ya Pie-Pie!"
"Hi." The speed demon sat down next to her. His muscular chest gleamed in the sun. It looked even better lined with the pale blue, cuffed shirt he wore. It's long sleeves ended just above his hands. Toes glistened from under long blue jeans. They were perched on a pair of black flip-flops. He seemed nervous, yet another uncharacteristic mood for the confident mutant.
"Sooooo…" She waited, eyebrows raised, slightly distracted by Pietro's shirt.
"Um-well-I-was-wondering," he looked the other way. "Do-you-like-to-dance?" Tabby thought a moment, eyes widening slightly.
"Yeah. And you?"
"Only-with-beautiful-girls." Now not even his chest could distract Tabby from Quicksilver's words.
"And what beautiful girl will you be dancing with tonight?" Her heart pounded in her chest. He looked straight at her.
"You," He replied, holding out a corsage. It had red roses on it, surrounded by baby's breath(A/N: those little white flowers). She reached out hand trembling and took the cluster of flowers. Now Pietro's hands were free. He grabbed her and their mouths collided. Without hesitation Tabby returned the kiss passionately. Only when lack of oxygen made them feel slightly dizzy did they let go. Tabby put on a pouting face.
"That wasn't in the script, Mister Pie-Pie." Pietro shrugged.
"I'm-an-improviser." Tabby grinned.
"So am I," she laughed as she grabbed Quicksilver again.
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A/N: smmoooochies!!!! Next chappie is da' dance! Party!!!!!! Little bonus couple tidbit. Jott!
