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Dance, Dance?
"Hey."
"Hey, you." Meghan said, smiling. Warren took a seat on her bed. "How long have I been out?"
"Two days…"
"Right, I see…" Meghan said.
"Yeah, well, listen Meghan. I was wondering, since, the annual Xavier Institute prom's coming up, I was wondering if… if…" Warren started to stammer.
"If I would like to go with you?" Meghan said, raising an eyebrow at Warren's stammering.
"Yeah…"
"Well, I guess there's no harm in saying it's ok, right?"
"I guess not. So, I'll come by your room at seven or so?" Warren said.
"Right… I'll see you then." It's been a month after the attack on Alcatraz Island, and the Institute was having it's annual prom, as usual. Everyone at the Institute seemed to have but that war behind their minds, just for tonight. Meghan got out of bed and went outside.
"Hey, kiddo." Logan said, passing by, carrying a box of decorations.
"I see some of us are getting busy." Meghan said, smirking.
"Hey, you wanna have a fun prom or not?" Logan said. Meghan remained silent. Logan smirked and continued to walk down the hallway. Meghan shrugged her shoulders and continued walking in the opposite direction.
"So, who you gonna ask for the prom!" Kitty said, appearing right out of nowhere.
"Kitty! Never, never ever do that again." Meghan said, shocked.
"Oh, alright! So who you gonna ask? Or you think… is going to ask you!"
"Um… actually… Warren already asked me, so…" Meghan began.
"Really! That's great! I'm going with Peter! Come on now, we shall go pick out our dresses right away!" Kitty said, pilling Meghan towards their room.
"But I just came out! Anyway, we've got until what? Seven! It's only four thirty!" Meghan said.
"Tsk Tsk Meghan! I'd expect better from you! Don't you know it takes a longtime for a girl to look good!" Kitty said, pulling her into the room, shutting the door and locking it.
"Ok, first things first. We find a dress. I'm sure there are some in here…" Kitty said, digging trough Meghan closet.
"What do you think your doing!" Meghan said, trying to get Kitty away from her belongings.
"Looking for a dress, silly! Oh, wait… I've found one!" Kitty said, holding up a sleeveless black dress that went all the way to Meghan's feet. "Wait till Warren sees this!"
"I'm not wearing that! I can't! I'll look hideous!" Meghan said.
"No, you won't! Go on, try it!" Kitty said, shoving the dress into Meghan's hands.
"Um… right." Meghan said, but Kitty wasn't paying attention, she was digging through her closet for her prom dress. Sighing, Meghan put on the dress. This was going to take a long time.
"And, viola! You look as perfect as a princess!" Kitty said, putting the finishing touch to Meghan's make-up. Meghan opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips were rosy pink, with a little shadow of blue eye shadow on the eyelids.
"Wow." Was all she could say.
"All thanks to me!" Kitty said. "So, how do I look!" Kitty was wearing a blue dress, that reached until her knees, and her hair tied up into a ponytail, while Meghan decided to keep her hair the same, nice and long, with some hairpins at the side.
"You look fabulous!" Meghan said.
"So, do you." There was a knock on the door. "Looks like your Prince Charming is here!" Kitty said, opening the door.
"Hey, Kitty, is Meghan here?"
"Yes, I am." Meghan said, making her way to Warren.
"Wow. You look… great!" Warren said.
"And you do to, Warren." Meghan said. Warren was wearing a black tuxedo, his hair handsomely groomed.
"Well, then, shall we go! I'm hungry." Warren joked.
"The first thing my prom date says when he sees me is that he's hungry! Unbelievable!" Meghan joked, walking with Warren down the hall.
"My god, you came! I thought you'd never come!" Bobby said, as Warren and Meghan entered the Grand Hall.
"And in the end, we did." Warren said. Bobby had come with Rogue, and they were holding hands.
"Alright, kiddos! It's time for us to get on and party! And a party isn't perfect without a dance! SO get down on the dance floor and dance the night away!" Strom said, into the microphone.
"Dance…" Meghan said, shocked, in a good way, turning to Warren, smirking.
"Dance?" Warren said, in the same tone as Meghan, turning to Meghan, smirking as well. "Well, then. Want to dance!"
"I guess a little dance never hurt anyone!" Meghan said, joining Warren on the dancefloor.