Vegas Catastrophe
Authors Note: I have just realized something. I never gave the other boy twin a name. I gave Jenny, Tami and Eric names, but not the other boy, or if I did I can't find It anywhere. He never said a word. How weird is that? So his name is Michael. They're going to call him Mike. Just remember that the girls are 14, and the boys are now 10.
Authors Note 2- for those of you who read the last two chapters when jenny died, I just can't live with that. I changed it so now she is only badly injured. I just couldn't do that, because I started to write the funeral and the fact that I have identical twin brothers, I just couldn't do it. So you'll just have to reread it, sorry. Plus I reread all of the sequel that I had put up at one time, where she took Jenny to England to have he straightened out and I just can't do it. Sorry for those of you who don't like Jenny, I'm just not that mean.
Melissarxy1- thank you. That line came out of nowhere, but can't you tell that I've had an AP English class with a picky teacher? I hated her, but my style has improved greatly due to her.
Chapter 5 Sweet Dreams Are Made of These
"Kit, like come on, I'm like so dying to wear that dress." Kate says looking at Kitty with a sad, pouty look. "You know that you totally love me."
"Kate, I like just got it today."says a younger Kitty, about 15. "Mom is so making me wear it to some dinner party that we were invited to." Kitty says spinning and causing the skirt to bell out and she falls onto an overstuffed light blue couch in giggles. "kate, you can like so borrow it later. I totally need it tonight. You never know, I might meet a great guy."
"Might like totally meet your Mr. Right, huh? I totally doubt it. They'll probably be all like 80." Kate says smilingly joining Kitty on the couch.
"They so probably will be, like won't they?" Kitty says staring at her fingernails in sheer boredom.
"Probably. You might so totally get lucky though. You like never know."
"I like so have to go, Mom expects me home in like five minutes."
"Ok, see ya Kit."
"See ya." Kitty says mysteriously appearing at the door and walking out. "Man, this like so blows." She says thinking about the catered dinner later that night.
"Katherine Pryde! You're going to be late!" Mrs. Pryde yells standing outside the passenger side of a red Saturn, she was dressed up too. Mrs. Pryde was wearing a light pink tank top dress, it was embroidered with a flower design and reached the ground, mading her look gorgeous.
"I'm coming!" Kitty says as she runs to get to the car in her four inch heels. "I'm like so going to kill myself." She says as she picks up the layered skirt of her dress to run faster.
"Don't fall Kitty, we need to get you there in one piece." Mr Pryde says jokingly as she opens the back drivers side door and glides in on the black leather interior pulling the skirt of her dress in and closing the door quickly.
"You know that you all totally could have like waited. I didn't like neet to run, I was so not late!" Kitty says pouting as she quickly buckles the seat belt around her small frame.
"Yeah, yeah." Mrs. Pryde says. "We know that you just had to show that dress I made you off to Kate. She liked it though didn't she?"
"She loved it Mom, you did a great job. She will so like steal it from me. I totally know it." Kitty says causing Mrs. Pryde to blush and look away.
"Well when I was your age a friend of mine and I did that." Mrs. Pryde says looking back at her daughter after her complexion had returned to normal. "But I'm glad that it fits. Now if you don't grow anymore it will fit you until you have kids, then I can just make you a new one if you still like that style."
"Me? Like ever have kids? You have got to be kidding. I'll totally never even get married. I haven't even dated any really gorgeous guys yet! I'm only 15! Let's like not think about that." Kitty says obviously distressed at the thought of getting old and being like her parents.
"No man's good enough for my daughter, you've got the right attitude." Mr. Pryde says winking at Kitty who blushes and looks down at her shoes brushing off an imaginary speck of dust.
"Daddy! I'm like so not even thinking about getting married right now. That is like so far away. It'll be like 20 years before I'm totally ready to be with just one person. I like can't even stand the same guy for even a year! Let alone like forever!" She looks up at her father like her had grown a horn.
"You says that now, but just wait." Mrs. Pryde says grabbing her husband's hand and smiling. "You'll know when the time is right."
"Uh, like so gross. Can you all like so let me totally get out of the car first." Kitty says making gagging sounds behind her hand.
"Well we could, but I'm sure that that you don't want to stay home and watch the new neighbor move in, though he might be cute." Mrs. Pryde says looking back at her and raising one eyebrow in question.
"Yeah, I've like totally seen him. He's like way older though. I like can't remember his name. I totally think that it started with an R. It was totally foreign or something, and he like speaks French. Isn't that like so cool?" She asks her parents happily.
"Not dating older guys." Mr. Pryde says pulling out of the driveway.
"Daddy, but I'll be 16 tomorrow and you totally said that you'd let me date without having to mett them first." Kitty says thinking about the new neighbor. "It's totally not like he'd be interested in me anyway." Kitty says sighing.
"Fine then, no dating until you're thirty, and then still no dating older guys."
Kitty shoots up in bed as she wakes up from the dream before it can continue.She clutches the comforter tightly to her chest revealing Remy's bare torso to the cool night air. She starts taking slow, steady breaths fighting the tears that want to fall down her face.
"Mon chere, lay back down. Remy be cold." Remy says in his sleep as he grabs at the blankets that she had ripped off of him so suddenly.
"Ok, here ya go." She says smoothing the covers over her sleeping husband revealing her pajamas of a white tank top and sky blue silk short sleep shorts. She steps out of bed and puts on a pair of white, fuzzy houseshoes. "I'll be right back." She says to her sleeping husband leaning over and kissing his cheek, but as she quickly stands back up he tries to grab her and pull her to him. "I'll be right back, ok." She whispers softly as she crosses the room.
"Hurry back Mon Chere, Remy be cold without ya." He says in a thick, sleep increased accent.
"Ok, I'll keep that in mind." Kitty says slipping on a silk, sky blue long sleeved robe that just barely covers her shorts. She quietly phases through the door and steps out into the dark, quiet hallway. She walks down the hallways slowly to the kitchen only to have the growing smell of freshly brewed coffee come to her senses seductively begging her to have a cup.
"Good Morning, Kit, you're up early." Melinda says as Kitty walks into the kitchen and pours a cup of coffee doctoring it up with creamer and sugar.
"Yeah, I have been having trouble sleeping recently. It's just that I know that the funeral is today, but I don't know how to face it. She is all I have left of my childhood."
"What are the dreams about? I know that you've been having problems sleeping since you came back. I was wondering if I could help you at all." Melinda says
"I need all the help I can get. I keep having dreams of my parents and now especially Kate, though these are much better than the ones when I first came back, trust me. I thought that I'd never sleep again." Kitty says sighing as she sits down across from Melinda. "It's just hard knowing that I'll never see any of them again."
"I can only imagine. Well why don't you wear whatever Kate like putting you in." Melinda says trying to think of a way to make the situation productive. "Or maybe you can wear what you were wearing in the dream? I mean, of course, if it was appropriate." Melinda says trying to probe without being too noticeable.
"Well I had this dress that my mom made for me right before we found out that I was a mutant, probably about six months or so earlier, about the same time I met Remy. It was a black strappy dress that was fitted and had a layered skirt. Kate wore it all the time. I have to wonder if it even still fits me." Kitty says sighing and looking down into her doctored coffee. "I don't know how I'm going to do this today. It's just too hard to say good bye."
"Keep focused Kitty." Melinda says with a growing enthusiasm trying to get Kitty to catch some of it. "Ok, and her favorite shoes of yours that she wore with it since I'm assuming that she raided your closet all the time. I mean I know that there were clothes that you both used to wear to different places, that's what best friends do. What shoes did she wear with it? You might feel closer to her that way."
"Ok, umm… I had a pair of 4 inch black and silver strappy heels that had a buckle on the front that she loved." Kitty says catching some of her enthusiasm. "I think that I brought them. Yes, I did. I need to find the luggage from Las Vegas, they're in there."
"Ok, how did she like to do her hair, or even your hair when one of you were going to wear the dress?" Melinda asks taking a sip of her black coffee and closing her eyes for a second as a wave of warmth spreads through her body.
"Kate loved spiral curls. She would pull her hair half back and spiral curl it, and give it a wet look." Kitty says smiling thinking of Kate getting ready before she wore the dress. "She loved to do my hair that way. It was her favorite look for hair."
"Then it's decided. Kitty LeBeau you are going to wear that dress, the heels and I'll help you with your hair. Trust me I can get it right. I remember the look you're talking about. Now that I think about it she did wear her hair like that a lot didn't she?" Melinda asks giggling.
"Yeah, at least twice a week. She would make me get up and go to her house or she would spend the night, her problem was that her hair was naturally straight, and it didn't like to curl. It would take me 2 hours or sometimes even more. It never took more than 30 or 35 minutes to do mine. She was so jealous." Kitty says smiling.
"See Kitty, just because you lost her physically you'll still have her in your memories and in your heart. She'll always be there. Let's get you ready, ok? I'll help you out. I used to do Sarah's hair all the time, and her hair hates to curl, so I can curl any type of hair."
"Ok, hey let's-"
"God, sombody is flashing some nice legs there." Pietro says as he walks into the kitchen half asleep and unaware of who is sitting at the table where he was staring.
"Good Morning Pietro." Kitty says as he comes into view, she was sitting with her left leg crossed over her right leg, and as he had mentioned she wasn't covering much. The shock of who was sitting there was more than enough to wake him from his dream world.
"Yeah, if Grandma legs looked nice." Pietro says smirking and playing it off like he had meant that from the beginning. "Man Pryde, I'd never complement you like that. Geez, might give ya a big head for no reason." He says as he opens the refridgerator and starts rumaging around for anything edible.
"Mon chere ya lied ta Remy." Remy says walking into the kitchen in nothing but his boxers.(if you want to drool on your keyboard raise your hand!)"You've been in here almost half an hour." Remy says sitting beside his wife and pulling her onto his lap.
"Sorry Remy, Melinda and I got to talking." Kitty says and Remy notices her puffy, red eyes and how tired she looks and lets it drop, since some things were just more important that physical desires. "But I'm ok now." Kitty lies trying not to worry Remy, and even though he doesn't buy it, he lets it drop."I've decided what I'm wearing today."
"Well Pryde, it will probably rain today since that Storm chick is bound to be on the edge again today. Wouldn't want you to do your hair and then ruin it." Pietro says letting on that he had heard at least a part of their conversation.
"It's LeBeau." Remy says possesively holding Kitty too tight for comfort.
"Fine, don't freak our, geez. It's not that big of a deal." Pietro says walking off drinking right out of the container of Orange Juice.
"Ok Remy that is way too tight." She says, just barely managing to breathe under the pressure from his arms, but Remy quickly realizes this and puts his arms down at his sides.
"Sorry Mon Chere, Remy still be about half asleep."
"It's ok Remy, no harm done. How long was he there Melinda?" Kitty asks trying to remember if she had said anything that Pietro didn't need to know.
"Not too long. I don't think he heard very much, but it's not like he heard something that was a big secret or something." Melinda says taking another sip of her coffee.
"Yeah, really. Hey Remy what did you do with our bags from Las Vegas?" Kitty asks her slowly awakening husband.
"Remy thinks dat it's still in yer trunk where Remy last saw it. Why?" Remy asks blinking, his mental work obviously helping to wake him up.
"I need my heels out of there, would you mind getting them for me?" Kitty asks sweetly.
"Of course, just let Remy wake up first before ya make him go out dere in da rain for ya." Remy says almost fully awake. Kitty jumps off of his lap, crosses the kitchen and pours him a cup of the steaming coffee in a large coffee cup. "Mon chere, Remy knew dat dere was a reason he loved ya." Remy says smirking as she hands the cup to him and sits back down.
"It was Melinda who made it, not me." Kitty says as he takes a large gulp of it.
"Dat don't matter. You got it for Remy, mon chere, dat's all dat matters ta Remy." Remy says kissing her temple. "Thank ya."
End! OMG! This chapter is over 2,700 words! Hmm… I may end the story here, but we know that I'll put up the next part… or an epilogue. I'm going to need some feedback though, without any I won't post any more and I'd like to. I won't do it if no one says anything though, but don't I always threaten this?