A/N: Yeah, I know it's been about 2 months, and I really do apologize for that. I don't even have all that great of an excuse, other than the fact that this story is maybe fourth on my list of priorities. Or perhaps even lower, unfortunately school and soccer do have to come before this. We do have plans for the start of the next chapter, however, and we do have a long weekend so hopefully we'll be able to type it up then and post it later this week. Thank you all for being so patient! And you should all thank angelwingz202 for continuously badgering me to update.

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Roberto grabbed a glass from the bathroom and placed it against the thin wall dividing Scott and Kurt's room from Jean and Amanda's.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Evan eyed Roberto warily, as if expecting the boy to burst into a psychotic fit.

"Listening in. The way you boys are doing it you're not going to get more than a few muffled words." He rolled his eyes at their slack jaws and impressed look. "Bobby and I listen in on Sam and Ray all the time."

"Good thinkin', mate." John slapped Roberto on the back. The other boys quickly gabbed the other cups and leaned against the wall, leaving Scott to stare disbelievingly at them.

"One left, mon ami," Remy tossed the remaining glass.

"I hate to sound like the adult around here, but don't you guys think we're a little too old to be spying on girls?"

Lance rolled his eyes, "Like you've never spied on Jean and Matthews."

Scott's cheeks colored. "That was different."

"How so? Don't tell me you wouldn't be right here with us if you and Jean weren't' already a 'happy' couple." Lance smirked as he watched Scott's defenses slowly fall. "C'mon, Summers, y'know you want to. Besides, it's not as if anything you hear will be new news."

Muttering darkly to himself, Scott placed his cup on the wall next to Kurt, not noticing the devilish smiles crossing the other boys' faces. "I still don't think this is right."

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"Right, I've got a game." Tabitha glanced around the room looking for signs of approval.

Rogue looked up from where she was channel surfing absentmindedly. "Anything's better than twenty channels all in Spanish or playing 70's reruns."

The other girls made various sounds of assent, dropping their magazines and tossing aside nail polish bottles. Tabitha smiled eagerly. "It's called 'would you rather'. We take turns asking each other questions and the question has to be answered truthfully. Everyone's allowed one – and only one – pass."

"What sort of questions?" Jean asked warily.

"Any sort, as long as they give an option you can choose from." Her grin widened, "I'll go first. Jean, you're stuck on a deserted island for a month that's only big enough for two people. Would you rather be stuck with Duncan or Fred?"

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Scott pulled his ear off the wall, looked critically at the glass and then placed it back against the wall. John smirked at Remy. So the fearless leader wasn't as gentlemanly as he acted, and he was jealous.

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Jean wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Duncan or Fred? They're both violent! Not to mention possessive and possibly psychotic. But I suppose though he's technically the enemy, I'd choose Fred. At least he's probably somewhat decent. Besides," she smirked, "Duncan's ego's probably too big for the island."

The girls giggled appreciatively as Jean grinned, not knowing that on the others side of the wall Scott was exhaling in relief (much to the amusement of his roommates).

"So, my turn, right? Amanda, would you rather be arrested for murder or for showing contempt by trying to seduce a police officer?"

The coloring in Amanda's cheeks darkened. "Erm . . . well, I hope I'm need in the position where I feel the need to seduce a police officer . . ."

"Why would anyone seduce a police officer?" Amara asked curiously.

"To prevent him from arresting her for the murder she just committed," Tabby rolled her eyes. "Now shut it, I want to hear her answer."

Amanda fidgeted from the pressure, "Can I pass on this one?"

Kitty stared at her, disbelief etched across her face. "On such an easy question? Sure, but you know you'll only get a harder question next time."

"Fine," Amanda mumbled, "seducing an officer, I guess. Less time in jail anyway."

"See?" Kitty patted Amanda's arm, "It wasn't that hard, was it?"

Amanda shot her a look filled with enough venom to kill. "You're next."

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Lance raised his eyebrows in surprise at Amanda's vindictive tone, exchanging surprised glances with Kurt. "And to think, I always thought Amanda was just a sweet, innocent freshman."

Kurt glared at Lance, "Like your girlfriend?"

Lance shrugged, "Kitty's seen battle before. While that doesn't stop her from being sweet, it does remove some of the preconceived innocence."

"As much as I hate to break it two the both of you," Remy nodded at Kurt and Lance, "I don't think any of the girls are exactly what you'd call 'innocent'."

"Amara is," Roberto spoke somewhat defiantly.

Remy looked over at the Brazilian boy, "I know she's naïve, but innocent?"

Roberto opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything Evan cut in. "Look, whether or not the girls are innocent can all be determined if the rest of you would just shut up and listen!"

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Rogue rolled her eyes inwardly, watching as Kitty eyed Amanda warily. This is why ah never went to sleepovers as a kid. Ah am outta here. Slowly rising from the bed, Rogue made her way over to the closet, picking up her combat boots as Amanda turned to Kitty.

"Kitty," Amanda gave the most malicious smile she could muster, "Would you rather break up with Lance or give up going to the mall for the rest of your life?"

A chorus of "ooh"s made its way around the room as the girls all eyed Kitty's stricken face.

"Just think, Kitty," Jean teased, "you'd have to wear hand-me-downs for the rest of your life."

"Yeah," Rogue snorted, lacing up her boots. "The only place ya'd be able ta buy clothes would be at thrift stores."

Amara cocked her head to the side, her hair cascading over her shoulder. "What are hand-me-downs?"

Tabby smirked, "Clothes that used to belong to somebody else but don't fit them any more."

Amara looked horrified, "You mean, people have worn these clothes before?"

Tabby nodded, "In most cases, yes."

Amara looked over at Kitty, her tone level and serious. "Pick the mall."

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The color in Lance's face drained as the silence on the other side of the room lengthened. Kitty won't really pick the mall over me, would she?

The other boys exchanged glances and raised eyebrows, the fact that it was taking Kitty this long to decide was not a good sign.

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The girls all seemed to hold their breath as they waited for Kitty's answer. Amanda looked particularly troubled; she hadn't expected Kitty to take this long to answer. It was just supposed to be a fun question for them to all laugh about, a way to tease Kitty, she wasn't supposed to actually have to consider the answer.

Kitty looked up at the five shocked faces around her. The grin she'd been trying to suppress for so long split across her face as she exploded into uncontrollable laughter. "You – you should see your, ha ha, your faces!" She giggled, clutching the side of the bed for support. "Ha, that was totally, totally worth it!"

The girls stared blankly at her, exchanging confused glances as the freshman continued to laugh to herself.

Kitty looked at them in surprise, "Oh, come on, you didn't actually think I'd ever choose the mall over Lance, did you?" She giggled some more, "Of course I'd give up the mall for Lance!" She shook her head, her ponytail bouncing exuberantly against her pajama top.

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Lance exhaled in relief, trying to regain his composure as the other guys snickered. "Hey, I knew she'd pick me."

"Yeah," John smirked, "and that's why your face got all pale, eh? 'Cause ya knew your Sheila would pick you in the end."

Lance glared at the pyromaniac, the floor beneath that beginning to tremor. "You better watch yourself, Pyro, or I'll-"

"Hey," Scott stepped between the two boys. "We don't need any of this in here. You want to alert to the whole hotel that they're trapped in here with a bunch of mutants? I don't know about you two, but I was enjoying the anonymity."

Slowly, the tremors began to cease as Lance relaxed. Shrugging Scott's hand off of his shoulder, he retreated to the far end of the room, glaring daggers at the back of John's head.

"Wot?" John looked innocently up at Scott, "I didn't start nothin'."

Scott merely shook his head, raising his eyes upward in a "why me?" gesture before returning to his place beside Kurt. "I swear," he muttered to Kurt, "As if this night couldn't get any worse . . ."

Kurt shook his head, sympathizing with his friend. "Don't say that,"

"Why not?"

"Because, things can always get worse."

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