I don't own anything, all belong to Marvel, the WB and Mutant Enemy I'm making no money, just writing to stop some of the voices in my head.
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"I'm like NEVER going to find the perfect dress," sighed an exhausted and defeated Kitty Pryde as she sank along with her little purple shopping bag down into the overstuffed chair. Scanning the possibilities in this tiny boutique didn't lift her spirits either. At least she had someone to commiserate with. Looking out the window, Kitty felt a pang and took a deep breath as she watched couples exit a movie theatre hand in hand and laughing. She would have a great time at the spring formal if it killed her!
"Okay Kitty, how do I look?" Standing before kitty was her best friend and fellow mutant known simply as Rogue. Clothed in a red georgette dress that hugged every curve and covered most of her deadly skin.
"Wow, That is like the perfect dress for you Rogue!" " It really shows off your legs," Gushed a newly invigorated Kitty. =Well, at least Rogue will look gorgeous for the dance.=
Peering down at her pale, scrawny legs, Rogue let out a heavy sigh, mentally cursing the sallow lighting. "Is that a good thing? maybe I should just stay home, I don't wanna go to the dance anyway" Her resolve beginning to fail her, Rogue turned on heel and darted for the dressing room.
Hours of fruitless shopping getting the best of her, Kitty slowly rose from the chair and stood outside the dressing room containing her equally romantically challenged friend. "Rogue, you can't back out now! We made a pact and we are going to keep it! We are going to this dance even without dates and no matter what!" We are going to have a killer time and show the boys of Bayville high just what they're missing!"
"Kitty ya haven't found a dress ya like in this entire mall, and I look like a licorice stick!" "Lets just stay in and have a Buffy-thon." I'll get everything-cake, pizza, ice cream you name it! It will be so much betta than that stupid dance"
"Look Rogue, we are going to have a great time I just like, know it!"
Rogue stared at her reflection in the long dirty mirror hanging on the door. Turning her
head slightly and twisting her features took a good at herself, admiring the long side slits showing her firm leg thigh to ankle. =Well maybe I don't look so bad.=
Remembering Kitty just outside the door, and the failure at relationships that plagued her, Rogue removed the approving smile from her lips and asked
"Remind me why I agreed to this stupid idea of yours?" "I mean nobody asked us to this thing, why should we show our faces?"
"We are going to show off more than our faces!" Exasperated, Kitty turned and walked back to the chair and quickly sank back to her former comfy place in said chair slowly becoming aware it was emitting a very unpleasant odor. =What, did they use this chair for changing table eeeewwww!=
Rogue emerged from the dressing room, with the red dress draped over her arm. Determined to get this whole stupid nonsense over with, reached for her wallet and turned to Kitty.
"I'll pay for this, you go get us a table in the food court and I'll meet ya there."
With purple bag in hand, Kitty walked out of the boutique and briskly walked towards the food court. Finding the perfect table near the Pizza Barn began searching her bag for money. =Figures my money is always on the bottom of my purse.= Reaching a little too vigorously, dropped her bag and all its contents unceremoniously on the grungy blue carpet.
"Ugghh" Spat Kitty, irritated at this latest indignity. Bending down to retrieve her belongings, Kitty noticed a shadow over her, looking up she saw the face of last person on earth she wanted to see.