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Pyro walked up the stairs, looking out for a certain person. Amara. She was like a living flame and he the fire god. Come on they where made for each other!
Suddenly he felt like he was being watched. Twirling around he saw Amara walking behind, not really paying attention to him. Or try hard not too. He was such a sexy beast. Growl.
"Hey my little fire goddess." He said, bounding down next to her. She rolled her eyes and replied. "I'm not your fire goddess Alldryce." But he could see she blushed slightly at his comment.
He sighed, and ran his hand through his fire-red hair. "Listen Amara, I know you'll probably say no, but I mean, um... Would please go out to dinner with me? Tonight maybe? I swear I'll be a perfect gentlemen."
He looked into her eyes pleadingly. "Why should I go with you?" She asked. "Because I really do care 'bout you. And I would be honored if you'd come with me." Amara looked at him, smiling sweetly.
"See I knew you could be a gentleman. Yes I'll go with you." John blanched. "Rea-really?" He stammered, his face flushed with excitement. She laughed. "Yes. What time?" "Um, how 'bout 5:30?" She smiled, "Its a date then."
She walked up the stairs, looking behind her, smiled and entered her room.
He just stared. She said yes.
"YES! She said she would! WOOHOO!"
People stopped and stared. Suddenly Logan was by is side, his arms crossed.
"um, hi." He stammered, slightly shrinking from the shorter Canadian. "You better be a gentlemen you hear? Any bad report, your going back to Mags in slices. Got it?"
Pyro gulped, then nodded.
"Good." He left, leaving Pyro to his thoughts. He shrugged. then jumped.
"Yay!"
****
Rogue carefully took a sip of wine, making a face then handing it back to Remy. "Don't like it?" He asked, smiling then taking a sip.
"It's a little- um strong." Remy smiled, finished off the glass then set it aside.
Rogue smiled; she was loving this. Being doted on hand and foot by this handsome Cajun. Her Cajun.
That thought jolted her jumped mentally. Her Cajun? Where had that come from? She smiled though; her Cajun. Had a nice ring to it.
***
"Bobby! mate, you gotta help me. Remy ain't here and I need to get ready for a date with Amara in-" he looked at his watch. "2 hours. What do I do?"
Bobby (Cannonball) grinned then gapped. "You got her to go on a date with you? Ms. Snow Queen herself? I have to hand it to ya man, you had to have done something right."
John smiled.
"So what do I wear? I mean, I only have this.."
Cannonball smiled. "I got something that'll fit ya just fine."
Walking into Cannonballs room, he jumped into his closet, throwing things out, from baseballs to tennis rackets. Pyro picked up the tennis racket. "You play tennis mate?" He asked.
Cannonball shrugged and said, "I play a bit of everything. Ah ha! Here you go, John. Perfect."
Pyro looked skeptically to the shirt and khakis offered to his. "Blue really ain't my color."
Bobby sighed "Come on, she'll love it. It'll bring out your eyes." He batted his eyes mockingly.
"Shove it." He said, grabbing the clothes and smiling.
"I'll borrow Remy's razor. I gotta shave."
Bobby laughed. "Please! Shave what? Peach fuzz!"
John blushed, then commented. "I'll have you know mate I've had a goatee or two in my day."
Bobby rolled his eyes.
"Aussies are very fair haired mate."
Shoving the Aussie into the bathroom to end his chatter, and shut the door.
"And use soap!" He cried as the pyromaniac started the shower.
Pyro yelled something back, causing Bobby to laugh then look out into the hallway to make sure no one heard that.
Then John started singing.
"On all that is good please shut up!" Bobby groaned from his bed reading a comic book.
Two hours? How about 2 years?
***
One hour and a half later, John emerged from the bathroom, pulling at his blue over shirt and white shirtless tee underneath.
"You sure this is alright mate?" He asked, running his hand through his wet, red hair.
"Perfect. Expect for the hair and that really ain't my area of expertise. But Jean does."
"Bloody crap. Jean?" He groaned, not really wanting the red head physic cheerleader to be playing with his hair.
Bobby pulled his arm. "Come on."
he groaned and followed.
"OH JEAN!" Bobby cried, making everyone look up.
"What?" She asked, flipping through a teen magazine.
"Pyro's going on a date with 'Mara. Can you do his hair?"
Jean looked up interested.
"Oh my gosh! That hair? yikes, I'll try but really it seems beyond repair!"
John rolled his eyes, but followed Jean reluctantly.
"Mousse time. Then hair spray."
John yelped as she pulled a comb through his messy red mop.
"Oh you big baby." Then added. "When's the last time you've comb this?"
"Combed?" He thought. "Well other than my fingers.. Magneto really doesn't care about the hygiene of his "soldiers."
He shook the thought off. Not a time to be depressed. He was going on a date with his goddess of fire! Heck yeah!
After about five minutes of general grooming and a few snipes with Jean's scissors, and lots of mousse. He was done.
Jean twirled him around in his chair like a hairdresser and said, "Tada! I'm am so good."
She left, leaving Pyro to look at his hair in triumph.
"Good by Pyro, hello love-god."
***
TBC! Was it longer? Did you like it? I thought it was pretty funny. Plz tell me what ya'll think kk?! Loves and hugs! Peace, Love and good fanfiction to all! Happy Thanksgiving!
P.S. all replies will be put in the next chappie k? Thanks. Buh byes!
Disclaimer: Don't own. Marvel owns. *sighs* *sniffles* sad sad world.... lol
Pyro walked up the stairs, looking out for a certain person. Amara. She was like a living flame and he the fire god. Come on they where made for each other!
Suddenly he felt like he was being watched. Twirling around he saw Amara walking behind, not really paying attention to him. Or try hard not too. He was such a sexy beast. Growl.
"Hey my little fire goddess." He said, bounding down next to her. She rolled her eyes and replied. "I'm not your fire goddess Alldryce." But he could see she blushed slightly at his comment.
He sighed, and ran his hand through his fire-red hair. "Listen Amara, I know you'll probably say no, but I mean, um... Would please go out to dinner with me? Tonight maybe? I swear I'll be a perfect gentlemen."
He looked into her eyes pleadingly. "Why should I go with you?" She asked. "Because I really do care 'bout you. And I would be honored if you'd come with me." Amara looked at him, smiling sweetly.
"See I knew you could be a gentleman. Yes I'll go with you." John blanched. "Rea-really?" He stammered, his face flushed with excitement. She laughed. "Yes. What time?" "Um, how 'bout 5:30?" She smiled, "Its a date then."
She walked up the stairs, looking behind her, smiled and entered her room.
He just stared. She said yes.
"YES! She said she would! WOOHOO!"
People stopped and stared. Suddenly Logan was by is side, his arms crossed.
"um, hi." He stammered, slightly shrinking from the shorter Canadian. "You better be a gentlemen you hear? Any bad report, your going back to Mags in slices. Got it?"
Pyro gulped, then nodded.
"Good." He left, leaving Pyro to his thoughts. He shrugged. then jumped.
"Yay!"
****
Rogue carefully took a sip of wine, making a face then handing it back to Remy. "Don't like it?" He asked, smiling then taking a sip.
"It's a little- um strong." Remy smiled, finished off the glass then set it aside.
Rogue smiled; she was loving this. Being doted on hand and foot by this handsome Cajun. Her Cajun.
That thought jolted her jumped mentally. Her Cajun? Where had that come from? She smiled though; her Cajun. Had a nice ring to it.
***
"Bobby! mate, you gotta help me. Remy ain't here and I need to get ready for a date with Amara in-" he looked at his watch. "2 hours. What do I do?"
Bobby (Cannonball) grinned then gapped. "You got her to go on a date with you? Ms. Snow Queen herself? I have to hand it to ya man, you had to have done something right."
John smiled.
"So what do I wear? I mean, I only have this.."
Cannonball smiled. "I got something that'll fit ya just fine."
Walking into Cannonballs room, he jumped into his closet, throwing things out, from baseballs to tennis rackets. Pyro picked up the tennis racket. "You play tennis mate?" He asked.
Cannonball shrugged and said, "I play a bit of everything. Ah ha! Here you go, John. Perfect."
Pyro looked skeptically to the shirt and khakis offered to his. "Blue really ain't my color."
Bobby sighed "Come on, she'll love it. It'll bring out your eyes." He batted his eyes mockingly.
"Shove it." He said, grabbing the clothes and smiling.
"I'll borrow Remy's razor. I gotta shave."
Bobby laughed. "Please! Shave what? Peach fuzz!"
John blushed, then commented. "I'll have you know mate I've had a goatee or two in my day."
Bobby rolled his eyes.
"Aussies are very fair haired mate."
Shoving the Aussie into the bathroom to end his chatter, and shut the door.
"And use soap!" He cried as the pyromaniac started the shower.
Pyro yelled something back, causing Bobby to laugh then look out into the hallway to make sure no one heard that.
Then John started singing.
"On all that is good please shut up!" Bobby groaned from his bed reading a comic book.
Two hours? How about 2 years?
***
One hour and a half later, John emerged from the bathroom, pulling at his blue over shirt and white shirtless tee underneath.
"You sure this is alright mate?" He asked, running his hand through his wet, red hair.
"Perfect. Expect for the hair and that really ain't my area of expertise. But Jean does."
"Bloody crap. Jean?" He groaned, not really wanting the red head physic cheerleader to be playing with his hair.
Bobby pulled his arm. "Come on."
he groaned and followed.
"OH JEAN!" Bobby cried, making everyone look up.
"What?" She asked, flipping through a teen magazine.
"Pyro's going on a date with 'Mara. Can you do his hair?"
Jean looked up interested.
"Oh my gosh! That hair? yikes, I'll try but really it seems beyond repair!"
John rolled his eyes, but followed Jean reluctantly.
"Mousse time. Then hair spray."
John yelped as she pulled a comb through his messy red mop.
"Oh you big baby." Then added. "When's the last time you've comb this?"
"Combed?" He thought. "Well other than my fingers.. Magneto really doesn't care about the hygiene of his "soldiers."
He shook the thought off. Not a time to be depressed. He was going on a date with his goddess of fire! Heck yeah!
After about five minutes of general grooming and a few snipes with Jean's scissors, and lots of mousse. He was done.
Jean twirled him around in his chair like a hairdresser and said, "Tada! I'm am so good."
She left, leaving Pyro to look at his hair in triumph.
"Good by Pyro, hello love-god."
***
TBC! Was it longer? Did you like it? I thought it was pretty funny. Plz tell me what ya'll think kk?! Loves and hugs! Peace, Love and good fanfiction to all! Happy Thanksgiving!
P.S. all replies will be put in the next chappie k? Thanks. Buh byes!
