Good Times and Hope
Chapter Three
By: Lily Handle
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Author's Note: Well, I stuck two little parts in this chapter, because otherwise it would have been very, very short. Like, not even a page long! So, enjoy these parts and I'll get started on Chapter Four!
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From the bottom of the steps Hope sniffed into a handkerchief, watching the limo pull out of the Institute's drive way. On the steps outside the new recruits cheered, jeered and generally made lots of noise. She was so proud, for some unknown reason. Scott's dumbfounded look when he saw Jean couldn't have been more perfect. And watching Kurt and Amanda together just warmed her heart. Sure, Kitty and Rogue were going stag, but that was fine. They could take care of themselves. It was such a moment, Hope thought. Ororo came up behind Hope, draped an arm over her shoulders and smiled at her.
"You okay, Hope?" She asked and Hope nodded.
"I tend to cry at stupid moments," Hope explained while drawing a shaky breath, "I can't help it."
"I know exactly what you need."
"What?"
"Sauna, come on. We'll leave these men to their manly business," Ororo steered Hope towards the elevator, "Have a fun time boys."
"And, Logan, stop smirking at me!" Hope called before Ororo pushed her into the elevator.
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Standing half hidden behind a fake potted plant Lance watched as Scott got out from another long black limo holding a hand out to help Jean out. He snorted. Of course the kids from the Institute had a limo, they had everything. He had had to drive himself and Peitro. Toad and Fred had stayed at home, Lance didn't even know why he came. Kurt and that Anna or Amanda, something like that girl followed him. Lance rolled his eyes at the sappy looks they exchanged. Didn't they realize how stupid they look? And then she stepped out of the limo. He heart stopped and his hands clenched. Why did she always have to look so good? So beautiful. He wanted to go up and tell her, but he couldn't. They were on the outs again. He hated it, but what could he do? He wasn't good enough for her.
"Hey man," Peitro appeared at his elbow, "You gonna spend all night watchin' or you gonna go get the girl?"
"Go get a speeding ticket," Lance growled and stalked into the ballroom.
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Author's Note: Aww, angsty Lance! And snarky Peitro!