Title: Not Another Cliche Love Story! Part 3.
Fandom: X-Men movieverse
Characters: ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU, Ryro. Probably will be funny, not angsty and most likely a little cliche.
Author's Notes: Parts will probably be very short. Part Four's already done so it'll be posted soon.
Marie stumbled out of bed and into her slippers, smiling. She was not by any means a morning person but, between last night, which had started out bad but ended well, and what she had to look forward to today, she was in a rather cheery mood. She had gotten a new job at the bakery down the street, one of those tiny corner places, and it was an incredible opportunity. She was very excited about it.
And then there was the other reason. Last night had been incredible. She hadn't had that much fun in a while, or that level of good food. Of course, the company hadn't been bad. John had turned out to be a very nice, funny guy. The night had seemed like it couldn't get any worse but all in all, it ended well. They'd left after agreeing to get together again some time soon.
Making her way into the kitchen, she grabbed a cup of coffee and put a couple pop-tarts in the toaster. She grabbed the milk and the sugar, adding alot to her coffee. This was her morning routine. She loved it. Any second now the phone would ring her mother on the other end, calling to see how 'life' was going and to 'subtly' try to find out if there were any potential son-in-laws in the future. It was tradition and, while occasionally annoying, mostly amusing.
Right on time.
"Hey, Mom."
"Good morning, dear."
"Yes, it is."
"You sound especially happy this morning." Her mother couldn't hide her feelings for all the tea in China nd her mom loved tea.
"I am." Marie replied, enjoying herself.
"Why is that?" Her mom questioned, sounding slightly impatient. Odds were Dad was having a post-hangover (read: perverted and blunt) morning.
Unable to resist, she replied, "I just had a really good night, is all," and grinned, waiting for the fall-out.
"Oh, Good Lord. Marie, you didn't..." Trust her mom to hate Dad's dirty mind but read so much into so little, "Don, come here and listen to your daughter."
Marie could hear her mother explain the situation to her dad, Don, and a few moments later her father picked up the phone.
"Marie, did you get laid last night?" He asked gruffly and her mom gasped.
"No, dad." She replied, fighting a laugh. Definitely a post-hangover morning.
"There, Sarah, happy?" He said before hanging up.
A few moments of silence passed.
"Mom?"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear. Can I call you back?" Mrs. D'Ancanto asked, sounding as if she was paying attention to something else.
"Of course, Mom. Buh-bye." Marie hung up and finally let out the laugh she'd been holding in. God, how she loved her family.
John glared at the computer screen and jabbed at a couple of keys. He was frustrated out of his skull, he'd been awake since five in the morning and last night he'd forgotten to get that girl's - Marie's - number. Best date he'd been on in at least 3 months and he forgot to get her number. Figures. Plus he officially hated computers. Stupid friggin' machine had been frozen for the longest time and it wouldn't do anything!
Bobby stepped up behind him and, used to John messing up the computers,swiftly unplugged and re-plugged the power cord.
John groaned and, waiting for it to load, muttered,
"I hate my job."
He worked doing customer service at Comcast. You wouldn't believe the number of calls they got. Then again, maybe you would. It was just a placeholder job until he could find one he actually liked, which it looked like would never happen, considering he'd worked here for a year. Bobby'd gotten him the job. Makes sense, huh? Bobby was just as much a Boss's pet as he'd been a teacher's pet when they were in school.
An annoying ringing echoed in his ears and he sighed as he pressed the button on his headset,
"Hello, Comcast Customer Service."
He winced as angry shouting was his only answer. John glanced at the clock and, almost smiling, noticed that it was time for his lunch break. Well, in five minutes but who cared? Ahh, lunch. Ahh, a break. He signaled to the Asian looking girl across the room and she smiled at him. He transferred the angry caller to her. She loved those calls, god knows why. Knowing Jubilee. the only other sane person there, at least in his view, she'd disconnect the man's service temporarily or something. She gave him a thumbs-up and he grabbed his coat and headed out the door and down the street.
End Part Three.