Hey hey people! I've been at bording school but I flew up for the weekend. I've been writing alot while I've been at school. So much freetime! But maybe soon, alot less writing time...maybe I Gotta make room for a boyfriends soon. He is really sweet. Even if he is really southern. lol. Not that theres anything wrong with that. But growing up in Massachusettes you don't meet very many southern people. It seems very wierd for my first ever date to be with a southern boy. Everyone says he wants to go out with me but he better move his ass soon because I'm getting impatient. Maybe I should ask him out heh?
The speaker looked vaguely familiar. He had longish auburn colored hair. He wore sunglasses in the dark club that made Scott wonder about his sanity. He was wearing clothes that were absolutely perfect for him though, a pair of low rider, acid wash jeans with holes cut into the legs and safety pins holding the holes together. He was thin enough, and his jeans were low enough that Scott could see his hip bones. Although he was almost scarily thin, he was gorgeous. He was wearing a red Distillers tee-shirt that clung to the wiry muscles of his chest and arms. "Is that a girl's shirt?" He asked, his voice still disguised. The man laughed. "Aren't those womans clothing?" Scott gaped at him, his mouth open before he sputtered. "How did you-" The man lazily waved his hand. "If I had never seen y' before I probably wouldn't have picked y' out. But, unfortunately for y', I have seen y' before." Scott must have looked confused. He laughed again.
"Oh y've met me before. Although we were on different sides then." He continued to grin as Scott tried to work it through his mind.
"Gambit!" Scott put his hand on the silver bracelet that blocked his powers, ready to take it off to defend himself from the enemy. Gambit held his hands up. "Calm down cyke. We ain't even fightin' no more. 'member? Mags and Y'r dude called a truce. I ain't even working for him anyways." Scott furrowed his brow in thought. "Didn't we leave you in New Orleans?" Gambit snorted. "Just 'cause I got stuck there doesn't mean I'm gonna stay." He stopped prying when he saw the dark look cross Gambit's face.
He didn't see Gambit do anything but the bartender placed two more beers in front of them. "What? Are you trying to get me drunk so you can kill me?" Gambit threw him a look that bordered on hurt, although Scott supposed he hadn't meant for the hurt to show through. "If I wanted to kill y', I wouldn't need to get y' drunk." He hunched his shoulders as he slowly drank his beer. It seemed to Scott that he had withdrawn into himself. Scott sat on the stool next to him, trying to get his attention without actually saying anything. Gambit looked up at him. Scott jutted his chin to Gambit's face. "Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?"
Gambit laughed harshly. He lowered his glasses onto the bridge of his nose. His eyes were not any normal color, but instead were onyx and crimson. Scott raised his eyebrows. "Weren't they brown before?" Gambit shrugged. " I wore contacts."
They sat in silence for a few more moments. Gambit finally stood up with a groan. "Y' need anything from me, just ask. Most people know know me. Y' need to contact me, just search 'round." With that he leaned down and placed a firm, soft kiss on Scott's lips, parting them as he darted his tongue inside before breaking off the kiss and strolling away, leaving Scott breathless.
Scott placed his fingers against bruised lips, feeling them tingle with remembered pleasure.
He sneaked back into the mansion after changing and washing his make-up off. Jean lounged on the bed, her head propped against the head bored as she lightly slept. He licked the light switch on and the lights turned on then off then on again. Jean woke with a start and glared at him. He sauntered over to were she was and laid down next to on his side, his head propped in his hand as he looked at her. She pretended anger and slapped his chest lightly.
"Never so that again! God!" She rolled her eyes before burrowing her head underneath the pillow, pretending that she wanted to sleep, but really, she wanted to hear about how his night went, but she wasn't going to give in easily after her rude awakening.
"Oh come on!" Scott yanked the pillow out of Jeans hands and off of her head whacking her in the but before he tossed it onto the floor next to him.
"Guess who I saw?" He asked excitedly, bouncing on the bed, waiting for her reply. "Who?" By now she was really interested in how his night had gone. He just gave her a sly glance for a moment.
Every week they keep saying we'll get internet in the dorms the following week. I'm sorry. But don't worry. If it's not up in a couple of weeks the entire school will rebel. WE WANT INTERNET! So thats why I haven't been able to update. But I've done a bit of writing. I didn't have any blank CD's to transfer my documents from my dorm computer to the home computer so I had to print them out and now I'm in the process of typing them up. Don't worry. They should be up soon. Love ya!
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