Disclaimer- What do you think? Do I *look* rich?

I do own Crystal's friends and their family, however. Which doesn't help at all.

Author's Note- Hey, I'm writing this for you. I really should be doing my science project that's due tomorrow, but hey, its just science! Oh, and this Lorna is not the Polaris Lorna, just in case you are thinking that. Enjoy!

Chapter Three- Girls' Night

The four of them sat around Crystal's table. They were her closest friends: Damita, Val, and Lorna. Best friends ever since high school.

Lorna, the thinnest of the group, was pale and had bleached platinum-blonde hair. She was wearing a thin long-sleeved jade green shirt and dark khakis. Her left elbow was resting on the table, and in her thin and elegant hand was a long cigarette, where streams of smoke came out of it and made its way to the ceiling. After suffering from Bulimia for a few years, she finally managed to get help and seemed much happier and less miserable.

Val was the shortest, but probably the toughest. Her parents were from the Philippines, making her Philippine herself. She was very pretty and was shuffling the deck of cards in her hands.

Damita was the oldest and the tallest, and she just sat there, looking all bored. She was biracial, her father Caucasian and her mother African American. Her hair was a light brown with golden highlights and very, very curly. Right now her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

"So that guy just ruined your date with Duncan and didn't even apologize?" Val asked as she began to deal the cards.

Crystal sighed. "No, Duncan was the one who ruined our date. He asked for a fight. The other guy did warn him to get away."

"Was he cute?" Lorna asked, taking a drag of her cigarette. She exhaled the smoke so it would drift up to the ceiling.

Crystal blushed. "He was good-looking."

"Better than Duncan?" Lorna asked, raising an eyebrow and smiling.

Crystal didn't answer right away. "He was. . .different."

Lorna burst out laughing. "You got the hots for him!"

"I do not!" Crystal said indignantly.

"Come on. Describe," Lorna urged her.

Crystal sighed. "I will not fill your mind with all of this nonsense!"

Lorna closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Smiling slightly. "Really hunky. Deep, blue eyes that just hypnotize you. Thick, soft, shiny, gorgeous blonde hair. Muscle-ripped stomach! Huge biceps! Great pectoral muscles!" She snapped her eyes open and grinned at Crystal. Crystal just scowled back.

"Not even close."

"Describe!"

Crystal picked up the cards that had been dealt to her. "No."

"Please?"

Crystal rolled her eyes. "Fine!" she snapped. Val and Damita smirked. Lorna looked excited.

"Start from the beginning. Do you know what he was doing there?" Lorna asked, snuffing out her cigarette in the ashtray and leaning forward eagerly.

"He was eating with his sister."

The others looked slightly disturbed. "Eww, hillbillies? Incest?" Lorna asked, her face was all scrunched up.

"No. It was their twenty-first birthday. He took her out to dinner," Crystal explained.

"Aww," Lorna sighed.

"Their?" asked Damita in slight confusion.

"They're twins."

"How on earth do you know?" asked Val.

Crystal let out a frustrated sigh. "Because I saw them in the store buying their cake."

"Okay, enough with that," Lorna said in a hurry, "Come on! Describe!"

"Blue eyes. Tall, kind of thin."

"Details, Crystal! Details!"

Crystal just about growled. "Fine. White hair, deep blue eyes, and an arrogant voice. He's an egotistical bastard."

"I was right about the blue eyes! Do they hypnotize?" Lorna asked, almost jumping up and down in her seat with excitement.

"I didn't notice," Crystal said coldly.

"Crys, why are you taking this so seriously?" Damita asked her.

Crystal put her head on the table. "Because we've met him before and that's what bothers me."

"What?" asked Val, her voice laced with confusion.

"Remember about three years ago when that mutant knocked me over in the street and he dropped all of his candy?" Crystal's question was muffled. Lorna and Damita squinted their eyes in thought.

"Yes. . ." Val said slowly.

"It was he."

Val's eyebrows rose. "Oh," she said simply.

Crystal lifted up her head, "Oh?"

Val just shrugged. "I'm wary of them but I am starting to feel really sorry for those mutants. Are you hearing all of those propagandas that Mayor Kelly is making? I doubt all of them are bad. They're different. You're different."

Crystal sighed. She was neither a human or mutant, she was an Inhuman, a being with special powers. She hadn't been born with them, but the Terrigan Mists fixed that. That was the reason why she lived alone in an apartment; the rest of her family lived in a place called Attilan, where she was part of the royal family. She had wanted to stay on Earth.

Yes, she was different.

"I actually regret being so cold to him," Val said softly. When the speedster had rammed into them that one day, she had been very rude to him, not really sure how to react to the mutants.

"Well he deserved it. He's extremely rude and has the patience of a rat."

Lorna furrowed her brow. "How do you know if rats are patient or not?"

"Just shut up about it already and let's just finish our game," Crystal snapped. She had lost her patience.

Crystal scowled at her cards. She had no pairs whatsoever.

"Got any sevens?" Damita asked.

Crystal scowled. Yeah, she had a seven. Rudely, she threw it at the woman.

"Hey!" Damita exclaimed. "Geez, someone's in a pissy mood."

"PMS?" Lorna asked understandingly.

"No!" Crystal cried, but then she paused for a moment, "Well, yeah, but that's not the reason!"

"Girl, it's always the reason," said Damita, and then added, "to guys at least."

Val sighed and changed the subject, "So are you still dating Duncan?"

"I don't know. I never really liked him that much," Crystal sighed, "I guess I still date him because he's good looking. Talk about being shallow."

"Girl, there's nothing wrong with being shallow!" Damita said with a laugh. She was a heartbreaker, dating one guy and promising to call him and then they would never hear from her again.

Val scowled at Damita. "She's just saying that, Crys, because she's not a virgin."

"What's wrong with not being a virgin?" asked Lorna.

"Oh, shut up. There's nothing wrong with it." Val snapped.

"They why-"

"Oh, just shut up already!" Crystal cried, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Truth or dare anyone?" Lorna giggled, putting her cards down and walking over to the couch and hopping over the back.

"You're acting like a twelve year old," Val said with a small smile.

"Well, we're still having sleepovers and me and Crystal are nineteen. Damita's twenty-two!" Lorna said, stretching out on the couch.

"Not the point," Val sang. The rest were walking over to the couches, where bunches of sleeping bags, blankets, and pillows littered the floor.

"Oh, Valerie, Valerie, Valerie," Lorna said as if Val was a naïve child that did not know any better.

Lorna sat up and slid to the floor, holding one of the pillows tightly, and sat where the others were gathered.

"I go first!" she said.

"Crys," she turned to Crystal, "Truth or dare?"

Crystal thought for a moment, "Truth."

"Sissy," Lorna taunted, "Okay, if you see that guy again. . ."

Crystal's green eyes narrowed.

"Would you want to go out on a date?"

Crystal gnawed her pink lower lip in irritation. She was never going to let that go was she?

"No."

"Oh, you're no fun," Lorna pouted.

Crystal rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and shook her head slightly. She then sighed and looked around at the group again. "Truth or dare, Damita?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to," Crystal looked around the room for something to give her an idea.

"Dance around outside in your pajamas, with shaving cream all over you screaming, 'I am a goddess! I love Hooters!'"

Damita's jaw dropped. "Crys, it's January! You know how cold you can get with shaving cream?"

Crystal smiled. "Chicken?"

"No."

"Bawk, bakaw! Bawk!" Crystal teased, her arms folded and flapping up and down like wings, "Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk! Bakaw!"

"Stop already!" Damita cried, putting her hands in front of Crystal's face as if to silence her physically, "I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Damita's pajamas were a very short pair of silk shorts, with a silk tank top. They were almost like a dark mauve in color, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that she would be cold.

Crystal shook the bottle of shaving cream, grinning. She started to put it on Damita as Damita started to rub it in. Crystal gave Damita her key.

"Okay, you're done. Go on and dance, Goddess."

"You're sadistic, you know that?"

"I've heard."

"And a bitch."

"So I've been told."

"I hate you, you know?"

"Not the first time you said that," Crystal smirked. "Now go out there and dance, and proclaim your love for Hooters."

"As in Hooters the restaurant or hooters the other thing?" Damita asked.

"The restaurant, but they might not think that." Crystal grinned.

Damita sighed and walked out the door. The others scrambled to the balcony.

It took a minute or so for Damita to walk out the front door. She stood on the sidewalk, and with one last glare at the balcony above, she began to dance.

The three of them had to cover their mouth with their hands to stifle their hysterical laughter.

Damita stopped and spread her arms up into the air, hollering at the top of her voice, "I am a goddess! I love Hooters!"

She started to dance again while screaming that thing over and over. Catcalls and whistles were heard from the younger men in the apartment buildings.

They knew Damita was blushing with humiliation. That was her problem, she never backed down from a dare.

"Call me!" a male voice shouted from one of the top floors of the buildings.

Damita then ran inside, and the three of them hurried into the apartment and burst out into hysterical laughter.

Damita burst in, her face flushed, and looking very cold.

"If I wasn't so cold, I'd kill you," she growled. They stopped laughing, having a hard time holding it in.

Lorna let out a loud snort.

The others followed.

Damita fumed, and ran towards the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Crystal followed, and when she got there she knocked on the door. "I'll wash your pajamas for you while you're in there."

The door opened and a bronze arm came out with the pajamas in her hand. Crystal took them.

After throwing them into the wash that they used downstairs, Crystal came back up and talked to the others while Damita calmed down.

All thoughts of the mutant Quicksilver were driven from her head, and she was glad.

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Oh YAY! I'm really loving this story. Okay, about Crystal's backround. She is something called an Inhuman, a kind of alien thing, I'm not totally sure. She has powers and she calls herself an elemental, because she can control the major elements: fire, water, air, and earth. She can only do it up to an hour, however, and if she controls multiple of them it's only up to 45 minutes. Her father's sister is the wife of the king of the Inhumans, which makes her royal. Her sister, Medusa, marries the oldest son of Agon and Rynda, who is the king and queen. Blackagar Boltagon (Crystal's brother- in-law/cousin) then becomes the king, making Medusa queen. It's a bit complicated, really. It won't be accurate in here because this story is an AU. Very AU. Also, in the comics when she was dating Johnny Storm, she had red hair. After she met Pietro, she was blonde. It kinda switches off from there. I chose blonde. If you want to find out more about Crystal, go to Google and type in 'marvel directory' and then click on the first one.

InsaneBunneh- Duncan is Jean's ex-boyfriend on the show. You know the blonde guy who wears the varsity jacket?

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