((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 night seemed to drag on far too long. Kitty couldn't sleep, and it wasn't really helping that Rogue was up with her beside lamp on. She was reading "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare. Ane she had said she wasn't going to try out for the play? Kitty hadn't really thought about that though.
What she had thought about, was what Kurt had said to her the night before. "Somethings always wrong, Katzchen." What could he have meant?
By saying this, he had tottally wrecked any chances of her sleeping. Now she would spend the rest of the night trying to figure out what the german boy had meant.
Kurt wasn't getting any luck in the sleep department either, but this was self forced. He was reading the second copy of "Romeo and Juliet," for the second time. He wanted to nag that part so bad. He really didn't want Lance to be Romeo, and if being Romeo himself was the only way to stop it, so be it.
Kurt's train of thought was jumbled, however, by the slight and piercing growling of his stomach. Ach, he thought, looking at the clock. Is it time for my midnight snack already? He hopped off the bed, closed the book, and bamfed into the kitchen.
Taking advantage of his dark fur, he hid under the table, making sure no one saw him raid the fridge. This was routine. He did it every night. He just wondered if Ororo suspected anything.
The coast was clear. He walked over to the fridge, and opened it. Looking around at all the food stored in there, he settled on some cheese, crackers, and an apple. It was light snack (for him, that is), but it would keep him satisfied until breakfast, which he would most likely have three servings of.
"Ah, ha! Caught you, you dirty little rat. Or should I say, elf?" Ah. A familiar voice. Evan pointed a flashlight at the face of Kurt, and smiled.
Kurt chuckled, and turned to his partner. "Oh, no! You've caught me! I must escape." Kurt bamfed back to his room, food and all.
Evan turned to spy his aunt peeping around the corner. "Ah, ha. So its been you raiding the fridge at night."
"N-no, Auntie O, I can--"
"Come on, Evan."
Kurt sat on his bed and stuffed a cracker in his mouth. Food always mad any situation feel better. Even when his whole life was a mess, food was always there to make it better. Food solved everything--except his grasp of the play.
Kurt shook his head, and stared down at the book. Verdammt, he thought, using his tail to turn the page. I'll never be able to memorize this whole play by the time auditions come. He used his tail to close the book, and he laid back on his bed. Might as well get some sleep. He shoved the crackers, cheese and the apple into his bedside drawer, and shut his eyes.
The next morning seemed to drift by lazily. After a danger room session (Luckily, he actually managed to stay away from Kitty the whole time) and breakfast, Kurt could've decided to die of boredom. He stared at the clock. "Ten minutes." He was counting the time until he would have to show up in front of the institute to get a ride for school.
The rest of the mutants rushed about getting they're things together and such. Kitty, who he hadn't seen since breakfast, rushed down the stairs, and phased through a closet door. Kurt scratched his head, and looked back to the stairs. Rogue came flying down, almost quicker than Kitty. "Outta mah way, Blue boy!" She shoved the poor elf aside.
Kurt caught himself before he fell, and watched as Rogue ran to the closet Kitty had rushed into eariler. "Kitty! Come outta there with mah book before Ah rip it down!" Giggling could be heard from the other side of the closet.
"Like, no way, Rogue! I thought you said you weren't trying out for the play!" Kitty's voice was muffled by the door in between the two. Kurt ported to Rogue's side, and looked to the door.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, pointing to the door.
Rogue turned to him and sighed. "Kitty thinks Ah'm tryin' out for tha play at school, but Ah ain't. Ah want to help as tha stage director." Kitty phased through the door, book and all.
She looks beat. Like she didn't get any sleep at all last night, Kurt noticed. Kitty handed the book back to Rogue and shrugged. "Sorry. I thought you were going to try to steal the part away from me." She smiled, and turned to Kurt. Suddenly, her face switched, and Kurt was almost confused by the sudden burst of happiness on Kitty's part. "Hey, Kurt! Good morning, huh?"
Rogue rolled her eyes, and headed for the stairs. Kurt followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight, and then he looked back to Kitty. "Oh, Ja! Good, just like all Fridays..." He trailed off, and looked to the side. I should, shouldn't I? "Hey Kitty, I was wondering if..."
"If what, Kurt?" Kitty seemed impatiently jumpy, as if she knew what he was going to ask.
"Well, I was wondering if.." Here goes nothing... "If you could help me study for the play?" Verdammt! Why can't I just ask her?!
Kitty smiled, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What part are you trying out for? Mercutio?" Oh, wunderbar. She thinks I'm trying out for Romeo's friend. How can I tell her I want to star beside her? As Romeo?
"Well.. actually.. No."
"Really? Are you trying out for Juliet's father? Romeo's Dad? Come on, Kurt. You have to tell me so I can help you."
"Ah.. Romeo?"
Something inside Kitty snapped. There was a thick pain in her chest, and all of a sudden her thoughts became more jumbled than before. She felt as if she were going to burst with excitement, and if she held it any longer, she would explode. He's trying out for Romeo. When he knows I'm going to be Juliet. This might be perfect. But Lance is trying out for Romeo, too.
"Earth to Katzchen?"
Kitty shook off her thoughts quickly and looked to him. "Sure, Kurt! I'll help you! It will be really easy, since I'm trying out for Juliet, and all. How about I come up to your room after school, okay? No one will bother us up there. Especially not Rogue."
Kurt nodded, and smiled a fangly smile. "Tonight, then." He turned, and looked to the clock. "Shiesse! Kitty! We're late!" He grabbed his hand, and they ported to the front yard, just in time to catch Scott before he drove off.
"Hey, Pretty-Kitty." Lance slid into the seat beside Kitty at the lunch table. Thank goodness Kurt wasn't around. "I was wondering if you could help me tonight. With my lines as Romeo and all?"
Kitty shook her head. "Sorry, Lance. I already made plans. Maybe some other time?" She picked up her tray, and walked over to the trashcan, where she dumped the leftovers of her salad. Lance followed her.
"Come on, Kitty. I need help with them."
"I'm sorry," she turned to look at him. "I told you I have other plans." Stone Cold.
Lance sighed, and turned away. He drove both of his hands into his pocket. "See you Monday, then." Without another word, he walked off. Kitty sighed and turned around, looking back to a table where Evan and Kurt had suddenly appeared.
Evan reached across the table and grabbed a french fry off Kitty's almost untouched tray. "I'm starving!"
"Ja! Me too! All that talk about Thanksgiving in history made me want to eat the desk!" Kitty smiled as Kurt shoved what was left of the hamburger Scott had supplied him with into his mouth. It made her sick that he could eat that, but he looked cute with his mouth full.
He swallowed quickly, smiled, and then took his tray up to the disposal.
It was almost 5:00 when Kitty found herself in Kurt's room. They were both sprawled out on the floor, reading the Shakespeare. Kurt began with Act 2.
"'But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon'... You know Kitty, the moon sounds a lot like Lance." He chuckled at his own joke, and looked up at Kitty.
"Come on, Kurt. The auditions are next week.. Here. Lets start with, 'The brightness of her cheek,'..."
Kurt nodded, found his place, and began reading aloud again. "The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright, that birds would sing and think it was not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!" Kitty mimiced the words, giving Kurt a smile. "O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!"
Kurt reached over to her, and petted her other cheek. "Thats not in the script," 'Juliet' blushed. Kurt nodded, and looked back to the book.
"Whoops. Sorry. Reading the wrong page." He withdrew his hand, and looked back up to her. "Go ahead."
"I only have one stupid line? Sheesh, I thought it would be like, more than that. Oh well, here goes. 'Ay me!' Gosh. Juliet is a dork."
"Its poetry. Work with it." Kurt smiled, and continued with his lines. "'She speaks. O speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious as this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven. Unto the white wandering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air!'"
Kitty stared at him in awe. "Wow, Fuzzy. That was perfect."
"Thanks." Kurt bore his fangs, and looked at the clock. "Oh no. We're late for Danger Room Sessions." He sat up, and closed his book. "Danke sehr, Katzchen. You were a big help."
Kitty nodded. "You're welcome." She phased through the floor with her book.
Kurt sighed, and placed the book on his bed. Perfect? Not at all.
((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 night seemed to drag on far too long. Kitty couldn't sleep, and it wasn't really helping that Rogue was up with her beside lamp on. She was reading "Romeo and Juliet" by William Shakespeare. Ane she had said she wasn't going to try out for the play? Kitty hadn't really thought about that though.
What she had thought about, was what Kurt had said to her the night before. "Somethings always wrong, Katzchen." What could he have meant?
By saying this, he had tottally wrecked any chances of her sleeping. Now she would spend the rest of the night trying to figure out what the german boy had meant.
Kurt wasn't getting any luck in the sleep department either, but this was self forced. He was reading the second copy of "Romeo and Juliet," for the second time. He wanted to nag that part so bad. He really didn't want Lance to be Romeo, and if being Romeo himself was the only way to stop it, so be it.
Kurt's train of thought was jumbled, however, by the slight and piercing growling of his stomach. Ach, he thought, looking at the clock. Is it time for my midnight snack already? He hopped off the bed, closed the book, and bamfed into the kitchen.
Taking advantage of his dark fur, he hid under the table, making sure no one saw him raid the fridge. This was routine. He did it every night. He just wondered if Ororo suspected anything.
The coast was clear. He walked over to the fridge, and opened it. Looking around at all the food stored in there, he settled on some cheese, crackers, and an apple. It was light snack (for him, that is), but it would keep him satisfied until breakfast, which he would most likely have three servings of.
"Ah, ha! Caught you, you dirty little rat. Or should I say, elf?" Ah. A familiar voice. Evan pointed a flashlight at the face of Kurt, and smiled.
Kurt chuckled, and turned to his partner. "Oh, no! You've caught me! I must escape." Kurt bamfed back to his room, food and all.
Evan turned to spy his aunt peeping around the corner. "Ah, ha. So its been you raiding the fridge at night."
"N-no, Auntie O, I can--"
"Come on, Evan."
Kurt sat on his bed and stuffed a cracker in his mouth. Food always mad any situation feel better. Even when his whole life was a mess, food was always there to make it better. Food solved everything--except his grasp of the play.
Kurt shook his head, and stared down at the book. Verdammt, he thought, using his tail to turn the page. I'll never be able to memorize this whole play by the time auditions come. He used his tail to close the book, and he laid back on his bed. Might as well get some sleep. He shoved the crackers, cheese and the apple into his bedside drawer, and shut his eyes.
The next morning seemed to drift by lazily. After a danger room session (Luckily, he actually managed to stay away from Kitty the whole time) and breakfast, Kurt could've decided to die of boredom. He stared at the clock. "Ten minutes." He was counting the time until he would have to show up in front of the institute to get a ride for school.
The rest of the mutants rushed about getting they're things together and such. Kitty, who he hadn't seen since breakfast, rushed down the stairs, and phased through a closet door. Kurt scratched his head, and looked back to the stairs. Rogue came flying down, almost quicker than Kitty. "Outta mah way, Blue boy!" She shoved the poor elf aside.
Kurt caught himself before he fell, and watched as Rogue ran to the closet Kitty had rushed into eariler. "Kitty! Come outta there with mah book before Ah rip it down!" Giggling could be heard from the other side of the closet.
"Like, no way, Rogue! I thought you said you weren't trying out for the play!" Kitty's voice was muffled by the door in between the two. Kurt ported to Rogue's side, and looked to the door.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, pointing to the door.
Rogue turned to him and sighed. "Kitty thinks Ah'm tryin' out for tha play at school, but Ah ain't. Ah want to help as tha stage director." Kitty phased through the door, book and all.
She looks beat. Like she didn't get any sleep at all last night, Kurt noticed. Kitty handed the book back to Rogue and shrugged. "Sorry. I thought you were going to try to steal the part away from me." She smiled, and turned to Kurt. Suddenly, her face switched, and Kurt was almost confused by the sudden burst of happiness on Kitty's part. "Hey, Kurt! Good morning, huh?"
Rogue rolled her eyes, and headed for the stairs. Kurt followed her with his eyes until she was out of sight, and then he looked back to Kitty. "Oh, Ja! Good, just like all Fridays..." He trailed off, and looked to the side. I should, shouldn't I? "Hey Kitty, I was wondering if..."
"If what, Kurt?" Kitty seemed impatiently jumpy, as if she knew what he was going to ask.
"Well, I was wondering if.." Here goes nothing... "If you could help me study for the play?" Verdammt! Why can't I just ask her?!
Kitty smiled, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "What part are you trying out for? Mercutio?" Oh, wunderbar. She thinks I'm trying out for Romeo's friend. How can I tell her I want to star beside her? As Romeo?
"Well.. actually.. No."
"Really? Are you trying out for Juliet's father? Romeo's Dad? Come on, Kurt. You have to tell me so I can help you."
"Ah.. Romeo?"
Something inside Kitty snapped. There was a thick pain in her chest, and all of a sudden her thoughts became more jumbled than before. She felt as if she were going to burst with excitement, and if she held it any longer, she would explode. He's trying out for Romeo. When he knows I'm going to be Juliet. This might be perfect. But Lance is trying out for Romeo, too.
"Earth to Katzchen?"
Kitty shook off her thoughts quickly and looked to him. "Sure, Kurt! I'll help you! It will be really easy, since I'm trying out for Juliet, and all. How about I come up to your room after school, okay? No one will bother us up there. Especially not Rogue."
Kurt nodded, and smiled a fangly smile. "Tonight, then." He turned, and looked to the clock. "Shiesse! Kitty! We're late!" He grabbed his hand, and they ported to the front yard, just in time to catch Scott before he drove off.
"Hey, Pretty-Kitty." Lance slid into the seat beside Kitty at the lunch table. Thank goodness Kurt wasn't around. "I was wondering if you could help me tonight. With my lines as Romeo and all?"
Kitty shook her head. "Sorry, Lance. I already made plans. Maybe some other time?" She picked up her tray, and walked over to the trashcan, where she dumped the leftovers of her salad. Lance followed her.
"Come on, Kitty. I need help with them."
"I'm sorry," she turned to look at him. "I told you I have other plans." Stone Cold.
Lance sighed, and turned away. He drove both of his hands into his pocket. "See you Monday, then." Without another word, he walked off. Kitty sighed and turned around, looking back to a table where Evan and Kurt had suddenly appeared.
Evan reached across the table and grabbed a french fry off Kitty's almost untouched tray. "I'm starving!"
"Ja! Me too! All that talk about Thanksgiving in history made me want to eat the desk!" Kitty smiled as Kurt shoved what was left of the hamburger Scott had supplied him with into his mouth. It made her sick that he could eat that, but he looked cute with his mouth full.
He swallowed quickly, smiled, and then took his tray up to the disposal.
It was almost 5:00 when Kitty found herself in Kurt's room. They were both sprawled out on the floor, reading the Shakespeare. Kurt began with Act 2.
"'But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon'... You know Kitty, the moon sounds a lot like Lance." He chuckled at his own joke, and looked up at Kitty.
"Come on, Kurt. The auditions are next week.. Here. Lets start with, 'The brightness of her cheek,'..."
Kurt nodded, found his place, and began reading aloud again. "The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright, that birds would sing and think it was not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!" Kitty mimiced the words, giving Kurt a smile. "O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!"
Kurt reached over to her, and petted her other cheek. "Thats not in the script," 'Juliet' blushed. Kurt nodded, and looked back to the book.
"Whoops. Sorry. Reading the wrong page." He withdrew his hand, and looked back up to her. "Go ahead."
"I only have one stupid line? Sheesh, I thought it would be like, more than that. Oh well, here goes. 'Ay me!' Gosh. Juliet is a dork."
"Its poetry. Work with it." Kurt smiled, and continued with his lines. "'She speaks. O speak again, bright angel! For thou art as glorious as this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven. Unto the white wandering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air!'"
Kitty stared at him in awe. "Wow, Fuzzy. That was perfect."
"Thanks." Kurt bore his fangs, and looked at the clock. "Oh no. We're late for Danger Room Sessions." He sat up, and closed his book. "Danke sehr, Katzchen. You were a big help."
Kitty nodded. "You're welcome." She phased through the floor with her book.
Kurt sighed, and placed the book on his bed. Perfect? Not at all.