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Chapter 4 : Dishes
By LinandraEvergreen
Jean shook her hands vigourously, drops of sudsy water flying everywhere. There was still a mountainous pile of dishes to be washed but she didn't think her hands could take anymore.
Behind her, Kitty was perched on the counter, paying no attention. Jean shook her wet hands in her face, causing the younger girl to shriek. Kitty had conveniently done her nails moments before they were assigned dish duty. Therefore while Jean was scrubbing remnants curry off the plates, Kitty had been watching her nail-varnish dry.
"You could help you know" Jean raised an eyebrow at her, giving her hands one last dry with a hand towel. Kitty looked up at Jean, an exasperated expression on her face "Do you know how long it took me to do this?" She held her nails up for Jean to see.
"Five minutes?" Scott entered the kitchen, apple in hand. He hopped up onto the counter beside Kitty, who stuck her tongue out at him in response. "What do you want?" Jean said, more venomously than intended. Slightly thrown aback, Scott didn't know what to say, so he bit into his apple instead.
Jean sighed, throwing the hand towel beside the sink and leaning against the counter. "Sorry. I just really hate the open days, that's all. At least they're only once a year"
"Once too many" muttered Kitty who was still fixated on her nails, attempting to dry them quicker by blowing on them. Scott chuckled "Over reacting a bit are we?"
Jean glared, it wasn't his fault. He didn't know, how would he know? Kitty, slipped off the counter muttering a half-hearted goodnight to them and shuffling out of the kitchen.
"What's wrong Jean?" Scott looked at her his eyes furrowed behind his ruby glasses. She silently cursed him. He was so intuitive, and even more so when it came to her. She hated the open day because it reminded her about what she didn't have.
Parents walking, arms around their children, smiling and laughing. Many didn't seem to care at all that this was a school for mutants and that their child was one of these mutants. Deep down, Jean was jealous. Jealous of the proud looks on parents faces. Jealous of the love and support their children received. Then of course there were the parents who reminded Jean of her own parents.
They were the ones that barely left their car. The ones who dumped their child out, and with any good-bye were off. But Jean would never admit this. Never say it out loud, least of all to Scott. At least she had parents
She smiled at him. Even if she wouldn't let him help her, she appreciated that he'd always be there. "Nothing. Just tired, it's been a long day"
He sighed dramatically "Logan will be the death of me". And despite everything, Jean laughed.
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