"Professor, Kitty's with the Brotherhood." Jean said, as she, Scott and Kurt entered into Professor Xavier's study room.
Professor Xavier nodded slightly, "Yes, I know that."
"Well, why didn't you tell us? Now, ve lost Kitty to the Brotherhood boys and-!" Kurt was practically going louder and louder.
Professor Xavier replied calmly, "Don't worry, Kurt. We all understand. But it's Kitty's choice. If she finds that she's a better fit with the Brotherhood and has chosen to join them, we should respect her choice."
"But Lance is with them and-!"
"Kurt. Will you and Jean and Scott go out? We cannot do anything to this matter." Professor X clearly wished to end this conversation.
As the three X-men stepped out of the room, Kurt seemed to be the one, which was most worked up. "I'm telling you, the professor shouldn't do this. Vhat would happen to Kitty if she joins the Brotherhood? We have to do something, right?"
Scott and Jean glanced at each other, shrugging. Kurt was mad.
"Look, ol' buddy, we don't want to go crazy or anything but really, the Professor made it pretty clear already. We can't do anything." Scott placed an arm over his friend's shoulder. "What say we both head out for a burger or a shake?"
Kurt lightened up, "Vell, alright."
"That was a good, uh, lunch…" Kitty said as she and lance walked out of a local diner. Pietro had stolen Lance's keys to drive himself back to the Brotherhood Boarding house (of maniacs) and because of what happened at the cafeteria, Lance had very much decided to bring Kitty out. Well, might as well explore the area a little, right?
"No problem." Lance smiled back at her. Hey, he could get used to this.
Kitty happened to walk past a CD shop. Yes, she was absolutely obsessed with albums and she was even more crazy over country and pop singers and bands.
"What, you wanna' go in?" Lance asked.
Kitty looked down. "I…I don't know Lance. Like, what do you say?"
Lance shrugged and before she knew it, Lance was already taking the lead and going into the CD shop.
Kitty flipped over CD to CD, looking from back to front to back again. "Like anything?" Lance got behind her.
Kitty turned back and said, "Hmmm…like, I'm not too sure. Everything is…well, like, not to bad for me."
"But what do you like?"
Kitty didn't know. Then, her eyes shifted to the Kelly Clarkson album. (Yes, I love her, so I guess Kitty have to as well…sounds evil, right?)
"Hmmm…maybe." Kitty smiled. Lance got her clue, and in less than a quick moment, he made a grab for the album. "All right, Kitty-Kat, no excuses. I'm getting it."
Kitty didn't want Lance to waste his money on something like that. "Like, Lance, I don't want it so badly. I can do without the album just fine."
Lance ignored her words. "Well, just take it as a welcome to Boring Bayville present then."
Kitty couldn't really say no. She, after all, loved music a lot and when she left Illinois, she forgot to bring most of her albums along, just made a quick grab for a few.
"Oh, like, all right then, you moron," Kitty laughed, "But next time, I'll be treating you to Ice-Cream or something like that."
"Deal, then."
Kurt yelled, "Scott, stop the car now!"
Scott screeched to a fast halt, "What for?"
Kurt jumped out of the shiny red car and beckoned for Scott to come in too, "Hurry up! I vant to get the new Barenaked Ladies CD!"
Scott practically slapped his own forehead. He almost dented his car just for a CD. Oh, god, being Kurt's friends was tough.
"You sure?"
Kurt nodded, "Ja, hurry up!"
Lance gave Kitty the CD, crushing the recipe with his hand. "Hope you'll like it."
Kitty blushed, "Sure, Lance. Um…thanks. A lot."
Lance smiled at her, "That's enough thank yous'." He had an arm over Kitty's shoulder.
Kitty didn't mind. Lance was so nice to her. Maybe she had been mistaken about him at the first time.
"You mean you don't mind?"
"About what?" Kitty asked.
"You know…us…whatever…uh, understand?" Lance grinned at her.
Kitty corked her head to a side, "I don't think I quite get your message, Lance."
And worse of all, Lance didn't know how he ought to put it.
Kurt and Scott came in, practically glaring at each other like six year-olds. Kurt was upset Scott took such a long time to get out of his car, while Scott was angry with Kurt for asking him to get out of his car (Sounds crazy, I know).
Once Kurt caught sign of Lance and Kitty together, he seemed to go red a little. Worse, Lance had his arm over Kitty. If he ever done that to her, Lance would saw him into a good five slices.
Scott held his shades up, a little bit of ruby red beam showing underneath. "Why are you here, Alvers?" Scott had no idea why, but Lance always never looked good in his books.
"Why, only an X-Geek can step in a CD shop?" if looks could kill, Lance would've won long ago.
"Don't push your limit, Alvers, and don't think I'm scared of you and Pryde."
Kitty frowned slightly. "Let's go, Lance. I don't want a fight here. People are watching. We can't blow our cover." Kitty grabbed onto Lance's hand and tried to get him to go.
"Ja, she's right, Cyke. Leave it." Kurt wanted to persuade Scott to stop going head to head with Lance.
Lance pushed Scott aside and yelled, "C'mon, Summers. Take your best shot, and lets watch those eyes blast me right out of the shop. Right here, right now."
Kurt said, "People are really vatching. Don't listen to him; he's just trying to bait you. He knows vhe can't do vhat kind of stuff out in ze' open."
Scott watched as Lance folded his arms and smirked gleefully at him. "Let's go, Kurt."
Scott wasn't stupid. He knew that Kurt only didn't want a fight because of Kitty. If Kitty had been replaced with somebody like Pietro, he would've wanted to kick his butt big time as well.
Kitty watched as Kurt and Scott leave the place and sped off, that she turned to face Lance, "Lance, why did you do that for anyway? You know I hate fights."
"I just wanted to make sure Summers watch who he's dealing with. I'm not asking for any WWE pro-star wrestling competition."
"Sure looks like it." Kitty tore out of the shop.
Lance could run better than Kitty and eventually caught up. "Kitty, hey, look, I didn't mean it. Summers started it, that's why."
Kitty hung her head, "You could, like, NOT provoke him."
Lance half-grinned, "Hey, that's me. Right, pretty-Kitty?"
Kitty just had to giggle at the way he made nick-names for her. It sounded silly but true. "Shut up, Lance."
"Aw, how's the kitten going?"
Kitty smiled, "Just make sure you never do that, EVER, again." She made sure to emphasize on her "ever".
Lance had a really infectious smile, "Right, promise."
While walking back to the god-forsaken house for nut-heads, Lance quietly took Kitty hand and held it tight, so she couldn't let go, even though she could phase through, that is.
Kitty felt her face go scarlet for the third time that day, and she glanced up at him.
Lance pretended not to see her and looked away. And when he finally glanced at her, Kitty broke into yet another broad smile, blinking her beautiful blue eyes at him.
"Lance, you're crazy, I swear."
"Gee, thanks for the compliment. I think." Lance still held on to her hand and was glad that she didn't try to wriggle free.
Kitty liked the feeling. Lance's hand always seemed to be warm and nice, unlike hers, which was a little colder.
"Like, what are you trying to do?"
"Hold your hand?" Lance laughed.
Kitty had indescribable feeling for Lance, and was wondering if friendship could turn into relationship.
And holding hands, they reached the "oh my god" house of idiots.
I'll be having a stupid camp tomorrow so yes, next chap would be slow. Faster, if my brother decides to stop bugging me.