Author's Note: This is a bit silly, but sort of cute and well.. it's not that great but whatever. I've been wanting to write something about Angel after seeing X3. Ben Foster owned. And, I kept reading these fictions which were .. okay, good, some better than others, where everyone touches his wings and they gasp and he shivers and I'm like, maybe so.. but maaaaybe not.

"Don't you want to touch them?"

Milk shot out of Jubilee's nose and Warren was scowling something fierce.

"How old are you anyways?" he muttered, and tears sprang from the corners of her eyes.

Warren was red as a tomato and couldn't help but find the laughter infuriating. Sure, it was sort of nice as laughter goes. She didn't snor- oh-nevermind, I guess she does snort. Well, besides the snorting, it was light and melodic laughter but that was not the point.

The point was this:

Jubilee was laughing at him for something he said and he couldn't understand why. This was so obviously written across his face that she made an effort to explain the laughter in between her sputtering giggles.

"Oh- oh my god. I can't, that's GREAT. SAY IT AGAIN!"

She did a poor job, to say the least.

"Say what again?" he grumbled.

"Say what you just asked me, oh ask it again!"

"What? Don't you want to touch them? That's what you are laughing about!"

It was, in fact, and it was such a good provoker of laughter that she felt cramps in her stomach after he said it again. It took her a few minutes to wind down, but Warren, as angry as he was, wanted a decent explanation. He demanded it actually and waited for her to gather her wits to speak seriously.

"Explain to me what is so funny about that."

"Ohh god, Warren.. it's just.. well... I don't think you meant to say it like that, and maybe I just heard it like that-"

"Like what?"

"It just sounded.. creepy "old man" creepy.. like..."

"Creepy old what- what are you talking about?"

"Come here little giiiirl, would you like to touch my...wings?" Jubilee's eyebrows wiggled suggestively and Warren turned even redder, so much so that she began laughing again. Luckily, he stopped her before it became out of control.

"I didn't mean it like that and you know it! It's just... well everyone, and I mean everyone, has been eager to do one thing. Touch them. I mean.. it's like if everyone was suddenly wanting to stroke your arm or something. I was just... surprised that you didn't want to."

"So wait, you do or you don't like people touching them?"

"It depends."

"On...?"

"The reason, I guess," his face screwed up a moment in thought.

"What would be a good reason?"

His features contorted even more and she had to cover her mouth to stop the laughter.

"I can't think of one that would be good."

"Well me either, so, I didn't ask. Not to diss you, because I think they are rather.. rad, but that is a bit personal, don't you think?"

"Exactly."

"So I'll wait until our first date to ask, and then I'll have good reason. It'll be romantic then."

"Wait- what?"

"8'O Clock, tomorrow. Mooovies. Bye!"

Warren was left staring at the back of a yellow jacket retreating from the kitchen, his mouth agape and his face hot as hell. How did he manage to go from meeting Jubilee and making milk shoot out of her nose to securing a first date? The thought did not linger, though, because suddenly he had the greatest urge to find out what was going to be playing at the local theatre tomorrow.