May I Nackle Your Nubles? (its a bandcamp thing)
"Why are ya here at mah school anyway?" said Rouge after the five minutes of silence that followed her last comment.
"I came with Remy. I think he's lookin' for you."
"Oh," she said, starting to walk away to find Remy, of course but John was following. "Shoo, freak, don' botha meh!"
"Sure mate, but..." John replied, stopping in mid-sentence.
"What's yer problem? Run out of freshy's to ignite?" asked Rogue when she noticed him staring over to a collection of backpacks, tables and people eating lunch.
"Who's that?" St. John pointed over to where Tabitha stood. She had just managed to blow something up, resulting in a shower of burning papers, pencil fragments, and smoldering cloth scraps. Had Pyro been in his er, "normal" mind state if it could be called that he would have frolicked in the hail of burning school supplies, and would have prevented something that looked suspiciously like Jeans midterm paper from lighting his hair aflame.
"Uh, that's Tabitha. Why?" Rogue asked, not really caring about his flaming hair.
Seeing that he was in his own little world, Rogue edged away to find Remy.
Totally oblivious to everything besides the results of the explosion, John failed to realize that Tabitha was coming over to him.
"Holy crap dude! Your hair's on fire!"
"…"
"Hello? Anyone alive in there?"
"…"
"I know what will wake you up." ::Tabitha laughs evilly::
She made a very small one of her bomb-things and stuck it in the pocket of his coat.
"Three...two…one…" said Tabitha, relishing what was about to happen
BANG
Pyro snapped out of it.
"Ay, sheila, you tryin' to kill me?"
Tabitha cracked up.
"Woah," she said, gasping through peals of laughter.
"What's so funny?" asked Pyro, a little pissed off because the girl he was drooling over five minutes ago had cased a small explosion in his favorite coat and was laughing about it.
"Dude, you sound like the Crocodile Hunter! That's hilarious!"
"I liked that coat…"
"Whoa, dude, chill out alright? I was just kidding." Seeing that this had a very small affect on his mumblings, she tried a different approach.
"Hi I'm Tabitha."
" St. John."
"Is that an aussie thing?"
"Um, I really don't know sheila."
"Just a little update for you, but your hair is still on fire."
"What? Oh…"
Pyro reached for his hair which was still on fire, but not burning 'cause of his powers and the flame flowed into his palm, making a neat little ball of burning stuff.
"You control fire?" she asked, awed. Pyro nodded. "That is so freakin' cool! Hey, you one of Xavier's muties?"
"No, I'm an Acolyte," he drawled.
"Huh?" said Tabitha, confused.
"You know, one of Magneto's precious little 'mind-slaves', as he so lovingly refers to us."
"Um, yes… I don't really pay attention to that stuff anymore."
"Why?"
"Well, the whole quitting-the-X-men thing doesn't help the info flow much, but the parties are better. Where is the ol' bucket head anyway?"
"On vacation, probably plotting the demise of every human being on the face of the earth."
"Vacation?"
"Yah, I think we finally pushed him over the edge."
"How did you manage that?" Pyro was going to answer her, but the bell rang signaling that everyone should get to class.
"Don't you have to go to class too?" Pyro asked.
"Oh I will," replied Tabitha, smiling evilly "Eventually."
"All right Shelia! I was hoping you'd say that!" said Pyro with a smile and a tiny blush. "this place depresses me, lets go somewhere else."
"Ok" said Tabitha. They walked together off the campus, and wove their way through the alleys until they reached the eastern side of town.
"Hey, rumor has it that that shop down the street makes killer sundaes"
"Sundaes aren't cold, right?" Tabitha smacked him upside the head. "Hey!" said Pyro, putting his hands up in defense of his already beaten skull.
"Dude, you is severely tweaked in the mind, but I like that in a guy. Keeps things interesting yah know?" Tabitha smiled up at him.
"Oh, well, we try."
"Something tells me you don't have to…" They both laughed and entered the shop together. Awwwww…