((Author's Notes: I decided to write a plotted fanfic. I mean, how many are
there really that I write? Thank goodness, a non-JAT though. And complete
Kurt/Lance/Kitty love triangles. Gotta love those. Shall I explain the
plot? Nein. I think I'll just let you read and figure it out yourself. Can
you guess who gets the girl? Oh, and to compromise, if you read and reveiw
my story, I'll do the same for you. I'm a nice little furry elf, aren't
I?))
((Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or the X-Men. However, I do own this can of Pepsi that is keeping me up so late. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!))
Bayville High Drama Club Presents... "Romeo & Juliet"
by N I G H T C R A W L E R
The next day at school, the night before in the kitchen seemed like a blur to Kitty Pryde. Her mixed emotions about what had gone on confused her to the point of insanity. Even at lunch she seemed a little spaced out. Rogue of course, noticed, and decided to inquire her about it.
"Hey, Kitty, what's got ya so, ya know, spaced out today? Did something happen last night?" She stole a fry off Scott Summer's tray, who smiled at the white streaked rebel.
Kitty decided she would perfer not to talk about it. "Nothing happened, Rogue. I just have a mild headache." Although Kitty had thought she'd given a reasonable excuse, Rogue could see through her excuse.
Scott however, could not. "Do you want me to get the Professor to check you out of school early, Kitty?" Rogue shook her head, stole another fry, and walked over to a table where Risty was seated.
"No thanks, Scott. I'll be like, fine." She stood, and picked up her tray, only to whirl around and come face-to-face with Kurt. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise, but she greeted him as if nothing happened the night before. "Oh, hey Kurt."
Kurt smiled his normal, happy go lucky smile. He looked as if nothing had happened. He acted as if he hadn't tottally freaked her out last night. "Oh, hey Kitty! Guten day, nein?"
Kitty smiled weakly, and walked past him. "Sure, Kurt. Yeah. It's been great." She set her tray in front of the lunchlady, who immediately began washing it. This made Kitty even more disgusted. She turned, only to bump into--guess who!--Lance Alvers.
"Hey Pretty-Kitty," Lance seemed above himself today. "What's shakin'?" He plastered that godly smirk on his face, and leaned against a wall. Sauve de jour, one would call it.
Kitty turned away, coming close to slapping Lance in the face with her ponytail. "Thats, like, not of your concern, Lance." She just loved playing hard-to-get.
"Ah, come on, Kitty. Talk to me. What did I do, catch Lime disease. I wanted to tell you I was trying out for the part of Romeo next week." Kitty suddenly turned to Lance, a look of awe spread across her face.
She blinked, and then furrowed her brow. "You? Trying out for Shakespeare? I totally don't see that happening."
They're conversation lasted another two minutes, before it caught Kurt's eye. "Verdammt," he muttered to Scott, who was polishing off what was left of his fries. "Der Bastard. Ich kann ihn nicht ausstehen. Scheisse!" He placed a hand under his chin, and sighed. "I can never get the girl, can I?"
Scott seemed confused, and you could almost tell his eyes were full of worry, even from behind the ruby shades. "We have a fuzzy blue elf spurttering in german over here!" He tried to lighten the mood of Kurt, but to no avail.
"Verzieh dich!" Kurt exclaimed to Scott before staggering off. Scott scratched his head and sighed.
"Okay, thats it. I need a german dictionary."
The later of the day seemed to get worse for Kurt. Biology would have been pleasant, until Evan passed him a note. Whats wrong with K-girl today? It asked. Kurt was writing back when the new teacher scooped up the note, and referred him to the office. Bummer. After arriving home, he learned that he had the duty of washing the X-Jet. With Kitty. Why did they always force them to work together?
Kitty decided to work on the lower level and insides of the jet. Kurt would take the top. They didn't do much talking during that. Mostly, "Pass me the spounge," and "I'm almost out of water." But that was until Kurt finished the top.
He bamfed inside the jet, to find Kitty working on the floors. "Can I help you, Katzchen?" He got down on his knees, and began scrubbing the floor.
"Thanks, Kurt." She smiled a bit, the thoughts of what had happened before still leaving a stinging trace on her mind. Maybe it was time to up and ask him what it was all about. She glanced over to him, and admired what he was.
His silken fur shined in the dim light of the X-Jet, and his fangs were exposed, gritted together as he worked hard on a certain spot on the floor. His golden eyes illuminated behind strands of indigo. He was.. beautiful, she thought.
Maybe she shouldn't ask him.
((Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: Evolution or the X-Men. However, I do own this can of Pepsi that is keeping me up so late. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!))
Bayville High Drama Club Presents... "Romeo & Juliet"
by N I G H T C R A W L E R
The next day at school, the night before in the kitchen seemed like a blur to Kitty Pryde. Her mixed emotions about what had gone on confused her to the point of insanity. Even at lunch she seemed a little spaced out. Rogue of course, noticed, and decided to inquire her about it.
"Hey, Kitty, what's got ya so, ya know, spaced out today? Did something happen last night?" She stole a fry off Scott Summer's tray, who smiled at the white streaked rebel.
Kitty decided she would perfer not to talk about it. "Nothing happened, Rogue. I just have a mild headache." Although Kitty had thought she'd given a reasonable excuse, Rogue could see through her excuse.
Scott however, could not. "Do you want me to get the Professor to check you out of school early, Kitty?" Rogue shook her head, stole another fry, and walked over to a table where Risty was seated.
"No thanks, Scott. I'll be like, fine." She stood, and picked up her tray, only to whirl around and come face-to-face with Kurt. Her eyes widened a bit in surprise, but she greeted him as if nothing happened the night before. "Oh, hey Kurt."
Kurt smiled his normal, happy go lucky smile. He looked as if nothing had happened. He acted as if he hadn't tottally freaked her out last night. "Oh, hey Kitty! Guten day, nein?"
Kitty smiled weakly, and walked past him. "Sure, Kurt. Yeah. It's been great." She set her tray in front of the lunchlady, who immediately began washing it. This made Kitty even more disgusted. She turned, only to bump into--guess who!--Lance Alvers.
"Hey Pretty-Kitty," Lance seemed above himself today. "What's shakin'?" He plastered that godly smirk on his face, and leaned against a wall. Sauve de jour, one would call it.
Kitty turned away, coming close to slapping Lance in the face with her ponytail. "Thats, like, not of your concern, Lance." She just loved playing hard-to-get.
"Ah, come on, Kitty. Talk to me. What did I do, catch Lime disease. I wanted to tell you I was trying out for the part of Romeo next week." Kitty suddenly turned to Lance, a look of awe spread across her face.
She blinked, and then furrowed her brow. "You? Trying out for Shakespeare? I totally don't see that happening."
They're conversation lasted another two minutes, before it caught Kurt's eye. "Verdammt," he muttered to Scott, who was polishing off what was left of his fries. "Der Bastard. Ich kann ihn nicht ausstehen. Scheisse!" He placed a hand under his chin, and sighed. "I can never get the girl, can I?"
Scott seemed confused, and you could almost tell his eyes were full of worry, even from behind the ruby shades. "We have a fuzzy blue elf spurttering in german over here!" He tried to lighten the mood of Kurt, but to no avail.
"Verzieh dich!" Kurt exclaimed to Scott before staggering off. Scott scratched his head and sighed.
"Okay, thats it. I need a german dictionary."
The later of the day seemed to get worse for Kurt. Biology would have been pleasant, until Evan passed him a note. Whats wrong with K-girl today? It asked. Kurt was writing back when the new teacher scooped up the note, and referred him to the office. Bummer. After arriving home, he learned that he had the duty of washing the X-Jet. With Kitty. Why did they always force them to work together?
Kitty decided to work on the lower level and insides of the jet. Kurt would take the top. They didn't do much talking during that. Mostly, "Pass me the spounge," and "I'm almost out of water." But that was until Kurt finished the top.
He bamfed inside the jet, to find Kitty working on the floors. "Can I help you, Katzchen?" He got down on his knees, and began scrubbing the floor.
"Thanks, Kurt." She smiled a bit, the thoughts of what had happened before still leaving a stinging trace on her mind. Maybe it was time to up and ask him what it was all about. She glanced over to him, and admired what he was.
His silken fur shined in the dim light of the X-Jet, and his fangs were exposed, gritted together as he worked hard on a certain spot on the floor. His golden eyes illuminated behind strands of indigo. He was.. beautiful, she thought.
Maybe she shouldn't ask him.