Title: Not Another Cliche Love Story! Part 8.
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.
Marie bounced into the kitchen in a set of old flannel pajamas and sat down at the breakfast counter.
"Good morning!" she chirped.
Her sister gave her a dirty look.
"Do you mind? We were in the middle of a conversation."
"Oh, Melissa, hush. She's your sister, why are you so secretive with her? You two used to be so close when you were little." The girls exchanged bemused looks. They'd never been close. Mrs. D'Ancanto turned to her younger daughter, "Missy's worried that Peter's having an affair. They haven't had sex in three monthes."
Elizabeth groaned, burying her face in her hands to hide the unavoidable, infamous D'Ancanto blush. Marie held back a laugh, changing the subject.
"So, what's for breakfast?"
"Pancakes, eggs, sausage and bacon. It should be ready in about an hour."
Marie nodded and started to leave the kitchen, turning back at the door.
"Oh, by the way, 'Missy," her sister hated being calling that, "The reason you haven't gotten any in 3 monthes is 'cuz you're fat!" She scambered up to her room to get a shower, glad that she had a sister who didn't take comments like that seriously, even when she was pregnant. She had big plans today, before dinner. Marie had her own Thanksgiving tradition to attend to. Every year, she'd have a picnic lunch, among a few other things. This year, though, she's have company. She couldn't wait to see what John thought of it.
A half an hour later, Marie, fully dressed, knocked on John's door. He opened it a moment later, still in his pajamas - a pair of boxer shirts which made her very happy - and rubbing sleep out of his eyes. If he honestly though she wouldn't say anything about elmo boxers, he was nuts. She'd save it 'til later though.
"Good morning, sleeepyhead."
"Huh?" Clearly he wasn't that articulate first thing in the morning. Or at ten o'clock. Looked good, though.
"Come on, sugar, get dressed. We've got plans today and we're leaving at exactly 11 o clock, which is about 45 minutes from now. Breakfast'll be done in about 10 minutes so you really have to hurry up if you want anything to eat." She spun on her toe and left, leaving him confused and only slightly more awake then before. He turned and picked up his suitcase to get dressed.
He arrived in the kitchen right as Mrs. D'Ancanto yelled that it was time for breakfast. The, familar to Marie, not to him, sound of stampeding feet began as a teenage boy John hadn't been introduced to yet and the little girl whose name he'd forgotten rushed in. Mr. D'Ancanto and the pale guy were nowhere to be seen. Maybe Mr. D'Ancanto killed him. Marie turned to him and smiled.
"Hurry up and eat, you're going to have to change afterwards."
"What? Why?"
"You can't wear that where we're going. Relax, you'll have time to change again for dinner.
"Okay, where are we?"
"We're at the Clarke turkey farm."
"Isn't it a little late to be buying a turkey?"
"I'm not buying a turkey. I'm setting them free."
"What?"
"Every year, before the Clarkes check on their turkeys at 10, I set them free. When I was a teenager, my best friend and I decided that we should give some of the turkeys a reason to be thankful."
"So, we're freeing the turkeys?"
"Yup." She climbed over the Clarkes' wooden fence and sprinted for what John assumed was the turkey hous. Was that what it was called? Shaking his head, he followed.
"We've only got 15 minutes so be quick."
"What am I supposed to do?"
"Shut the front door." He did and she opened a small, turkey-sized door he hadn't even noticed in the back. "Now, just start opening the cages and shooing them out the back door."
After almost ten minutes, they were done and Marie beckoned for him to head out the human-sized back door. After they were out the door and over the fence, Marie raised an invisible glass and said cheers.
"Now what?" John asked.
"Now we go shopping."
As they walked into the grocery store, John marveled once again at how small the town was. You could walk from Marie's home to the turkey farm, free the turkeys and then walk to the grocery in under a half an hour.
"Grab a basket and follow me."
She headed straight down the dessert aisle and pulled 3 pumpkin pies out, placing them in the basket he held.
"Who are they for?"
"One's for Ms. Mia, who used to teach up at the highschool but she's stuck in a wheel chair now. I spent alot of my free time as a teen over her house with a friend of mine. One's for my best friend's mother and one's for us." She tossed a loaf of bread into the basket and headed towards the deli. She ordered a quarter pound each of cheese, ham and turkey and then put them into the basket as well.
"What's the rest of this?"
"Our lunch. We've got sandwiches, we need drinks..."
She sat 2 16oz pepsis in the basket,
"...chips..."
In went 2 containers od pringles, cheese and sourcream & onion.
"...napkins..."
The plain white kind obviously weren't good enough. She tossed in, nearly missing, a set of star-spangled napkins in.
"...and dessert is-"
"I thought one of the pumpkin pies was for us?"
"No, that's for tonight. We're having... chocolate pudding and whipped cream."
It turned out that the two women who recieved pies lived next door on either side of Marie's parents. She went in by herself, and wa out again in five minutes.
"So, now we go home?"
"No, now we eat lunch."
"Oh. Okay. I'll just follow you."
She headed around the back yard and down the hill to a creek with a wooden plank bridge over it. She took a seat on the grassy bank a few feet up and set the grocery bags down.
"Go ahead and make your sandwich."
They ate for about 30 minutes, mostly in silence, Marie seemed to be thinking hard about something.
"So, what else do you have planned for today?"
"Oh, my traditions are done now. We can do whatever you want."
"What do you normally do?"
"Normally? I just kinda drift, walk around town, catch up and all."
"Well, let's do that."
She miled at him and stood, brushing off the back of her jeans.
"Alright. Let's clean up and we'll go."
End Part 8.