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here is the next chapter and I hope everyone likes it. It may be a little
bit longer before I update, but I'll try my best. Sort of hit a small
writer's block. If anyone has suggestions, feel free to include them in
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This is an AU fic for the X-men movie characters. I don't own any of the Marvel character. Though, I do own John's sister and dad. So, with no further ado, I'll let the story do the talking for me. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 5
I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack. It was huge! There was a large bed on one wall with a dresser opposite. Between them, in front of a large window, were a desk and chair. A closet was to the left of the door. A walk-in closet, I might add. And this is all mine? I don't have a roommate or anything? Sighing, I fell backwards onto the bed. Well . . . at least I don't gotta mess with unpacking. We left before I could grab any of my stuff. I stretched the muscles in my neck and shrugged off my jacket. Sitting up again, I threw it to land on the chair. Maybe this won't be so bad . . .
When dinner time rolled around, I was more than ready. I was at the door in the middle of Storm's first knock. She stepped back in surprise and tried to suppress a chuckle.
"Eager?" She teased.
I frowned, not quite sure how I wanted to take that. "I'm just hungry, is all."
Storm nodded and led the way briskly. I kept pace with her, studying my surroundings as I went. Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack. When we finally arrived at the dinning hall, I rushed to get in line. At my house, if you didn't hurry, you didn't eat. I got my meal and sat at an unoccupied table in the far corner. I shoveled half of my dinner in before forcing myself to slow down and actually taste it. I watched Rogue and Bobby enter as I chewed on a bit of chicken. They both got their food and started looking around for someone.
I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to my tray. I was quickly interrupted by the banging of a tray on my table. My head whipped up and I tightened my hands into fists until I saw who it was. Rogue smiled gleefully at me as she sat down. Bobby gently lowered his tray and himself next to her.
"Hi, John! I'm so glad to see you again!" She practically squealed with excitement.
I shuddered internally. What are these guys, the frickin' welcome committee? "Hi. Whadda ya want?"
She sat back, confusion etched into every feature of her face. Bobby supplied an answer in her unusual silence.
"We saw you sitting here by yourself and figured you'd enjoy some company. It's hard coming to a place where you don't know anyone and trying to fit in right away. Of course, if you don't want us here, we'll leave. We didn't mean to intrude."
I paused, holding back a snide remark and studied the boy's eyes. He had this innocent, straightforward air about him. Naïve, but wise at the same time. I set down my fork and brushed the hair out of my face.
"I don't care if ya stay. Just thought ya wanted somethin'."
Bobby grinned and shook his head. Rogue, having finally snapped out of her shock-induced trance, began talking about everything and everyone. I shoulda guessed she was a gossip. The girl chattered on and on, while Bobby and I ate our meals in silence. Didn't seem to phase her none. Kept right on going, only stopping to breathe every few minutes.
I took this opportunity to look over the rest of the students and teachers at this place. A boy and girl sat off alone, talking and holding hands. His hair was a shade darker red than hers and he kept his sunglasses on even inside. Rogue followed my gaze each time I watched someone new and told me everything she knew about them. She kept this up throughout the meal. Mostly being polite, but occasionally she'd slip and start ripping apart one of the other mutants. She caught herself, though, blushing appropriately and quickly changing the subject.
One example was when my eyes were caught by a rougher looking boy. He had reddish-brown hair with a bandana tied around his forehead, almost like a sweat band. It kept most of the hair out of his face, save a few stray bangs. The guy wore jeans and an old T-shirt. His shoes looked worn, but not falling apart. Over all of this, he had on a brown leather trench coat and black gloves with the fingertips cut off. The boy was walking with a slight swagger, shuffling a deck of cards as he moved around the room.
Rogue caught my glances in his direction and scowled.
"That's Gambit. His real name's Remy LeBeau, but no one really calls him that. Don't even waste your time on him. Just some gutter rat that the Professor picked up in New Orleans. A real jerk, if you ask me. Just stay away from him."
I arched an eyebrow and looked up at him again. When I looked, I found him staring straight at me. I did a double-take. His eyes were one of the weirdest things I'd ever seen. The pupils were black, but the iris' were a glowing red. Not neon sign glowing, but they definitely glowed a little. Plus, where the eyes should have been white, there were black also. The man smirked and nodded a greeting. I nodded back, a guarded look in my eyes. Gambit winked before flipping the cards so that they went high over his head and landed in his other hand, behind his back. Then he kept moving across the room.
Rogue huffed. "What was that all about?"
Bobby remained silent, but he had watched the exchange intently. He had on the face people use when they're trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle. And that face was aimed at me. I shifted once in my seat before getting up and taking my tray.
"Well, it's been a blast. Let's do this again sometime." The sarcasm dripped from my voice. It was a bit heavier than I had intended, but not much.
With that I turned away from them, handed in my tray, and exited the room.
This is an AU fic for the X-men movie characters. I don't own any of the Marvel character. Though, I do own John's sister and dad. So, with no further ado, I'll let the story do the talking for me. Enjoy and review!
Chapter 5
I walked into the room and closed the door behind me. Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack. It was huge! There was a large bed on one wall with a dresser opposite. Between them, in front of a large window, were a desk and chair. A closet was to the left of the door. A walk-in closet, I might add. And this is all mine? I don't have a roommate or anything? Sighing, I fell backwards onto the bed. Well . . . at least I don't gotta mess with unpacking. We left before I could grab any of my stuff. I stretched the muscles in my neck and shrugged off my jacket. Sitting up again, I threw it to land on the chair. Maybe this won't be so bad . . .
When dinner time rolled around, I was more than ready. I was at the door in the middle of Storm's first knock. She stepped back in surprise and tried to suppress a chuckle.
"Eager?" She teased.
I frowned, not quite sure how I wanted to take that. "I'm just hungry, is all."
Storm nodded and led the way briskly. I kept pace with her, studying my surroundings as I went. Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack. Click, clack. When we finally arrived at the dinning hall, I rushed to get in line. At my house, if you didn't hurry, you didn't eat. I got my meal and sat at an unoccupied table in the far corner. I shoveled half of my dinner in before forcing myself to slow down and actually taste it. I watched Rogue and Bobby enter as I chewed on a bit of chicken. They both got their food and started looking around for someone.
I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to my tray. I was quickly interrupted by the banging of a tray on my table. My head whipped up and I tightened my hands into fists until I saw who it was. Rogue smiled gleefully at me as she sat down. Bobby gently lowered his tray and himself next to her.
"Hi, John! I'm so glad to see you again!" She practically squealed with excitement.
I shuddered internally. What are these guys, the frickin' welcome committee? "Hi. Whadda ya want?"
She sat back, confusion etched into every feature of her face. Bobby supplied an answer in her unusual silence.
"We saw you sitting here by yourself and figured you'd enjoy some company. It's hard coming to a place where you don't know anyone and trying to fit in right away. Of course, if you don't want us here, we'll leave. We didn't mean to intrude."
I paused, holding back a snide remark and studied the boy's eyes. He had this innocent, straightforward air about him. Naïve, but wise at the same time. I set down my fork and brushed the hair out of my face.
"I don't care if ya stay. Just thought ya wanted somethin'."
Bobby grinned and shook his head. Rogue, having finally snapped out of her shock-induced trance, began talking about everything and everyone. I shoulda guessed she was a gossip. The girl chattered on and on, while Bobby and I ate our meals in silence. Didn't seem to phase her none. Kept right on going, only stopping to breathe every few minutes.
I took this opportunity to look over the rest of the students and teachers at this place. A boy and girl sat off alone, talking and holding hands. His hair was a shade darker red than hers and he kept his sunglasses on even inside. Rogue followed my gaze each time I watched someone new and told me everything she knew about them. She kept this up throughout the meal. Mostly being polite, but occasionally she'd slip and start ripping apart one of the other mutants. She caught herself, though, blushing appropriately and quickly changing the subject.
One example was when my eyes were caught by a rougher looking boy. He had reddish-brown hair with a bandana tied around his forehead, almost like a sweat band. It kept most of the hair out of his face, save a few stray bangs. The guy wore jeans and an old T-shirt. His shoes looked worn, but not falling apart. Over all of this, he had on a brown leather trench coat and black gloves with the fingertips cut off. The boy was walking with a slight swagger, shuffling a deck of cards as he moved around the room.
Rogue caught my glances in his direction and scowled.
"That's Gambit. His real name's Remy LeBeau, but no one really calls him that. Don't even waste your time on him. Just some gutter rat that the Professor picked up in New Orleans. A real jerk, if you ask me. Just stay away from him."
I arched an eyebrow and looked up at him again. When I looked, I found him staring straight at me. I did a double-take. His eyes were one of the weirdest things I'd ever seen. The pupils were black, but the iris' were a glowing red. Not neon sign glowing, but they definitely glowed a little. Plus, where the eyes should have been white, there were black also. The man smirked and nodded a greeting. I nodded back, a guarded look in my eyes. Gambit winked before flipping the cards so that they went high over his head and landed in his other hand, behind his back. Then he kept moving across the room.
Rogue huffed. "What was that all about?"
Bobby remained silent, but he had watched the exchange intently. He had on the face people use when they're trying to solve a particularly difficult puzzle. And that face was aimed at me. I shifted once in my seat before getting up and taking my tray.
"Well, it's been a blast. Let's do this again sometime." The sarcasm dripped from my voice. It was a bit heavier than I had intended, but not much.
With that I turned away from them, handed in my tray, and exited the room.