Taste
John was tired… waiting for that woman to dress was just frustrating. Nothing she wore ever seemed to satisfy her. Or maybe it did, but she'd want something better.
It really didn't matter what she wore, it wasn't for him. They only had this conversation once, but the way it ended seemed pretty final.
"Wanda, it's only one date."
"One date ends up being a whole relationship. And I simply don't want that right now."
"Why, Wanda?"
"I'm… just waitin'."
"For Victor, I'll bet."
Silence.
Even if Wanda had said yes, or something like that, it would have been better for John.
Wanda, his raven haired lady.
Okay, so she wasn't his, honestly. But he met the Sheila before Victor had, which should have counted for something. One year, three months, two weeks, and 6 days. That's how long John knew Wanda.
John introduced Wanda to his friends and Wanda did the same. John had met her twin brother, Pietro and Wanda met Remy, who was like a brother to John.
Through John and Wanda, a whole bunch of couples were created. Remy met Marie, Jean met Scott, and right now, they were working on Betsy and Warren (who were the most stubborn people on this bloody planet)… Wanda and John were like little cupids.
But through Kitty, Wanda met her "vision of beauty" – Victor. You see, Kitty knew this person – Peter (though he'd rather be called "Pete") – who knew this girl named Tessa. Tessa knew Victor through Carol, who was Victor's ex. Carol, met Wanda and Wanda met Victor.
One day, when waiting for Kitty and Pete to get their snacks for the movies, Wanda got to know Victor a bit… she was smitten.
And do you know the very first person she told? John… and to say that John was ecstatic would be a bloody lie. Wanda talked about Victor like he was some type of angel (more like an emotionless, retarded twit to John). But seeing the look on Wanda's face when she talked about him… feeling that woman's joy…
Wanda said she didn't want a relationship.
John understood where Wanda was coming from… she didn't want to ruin the good relationship they had. But John would rather risk it, than not knowing (that usually included the millions of 'What ifs').
But Wanda was obsessed with Victor, madly in love. With that... that… ass.
That ego-case… with his gelled back hair, near black eyes… that stupid arrogant smirk… What in the bloody hell did Wanda see in that man?
"He's nice," she would say.
Continuous insults directed towards friends… yeah, very nice.
"He's considerate."
He doesn't even know when her birthday is.
"He's smart."
Yeah, every rich guy gets the good teachers…
"He's caring."
Since when?
"He's available."
Because he's a bloody womanizer.
But Wanda never saw Victor's bad side… all of her friends did, but until Wanda saw some proof, Victor would be the "best man on earth."
She didn't notice that Victor was gone for long periods of time, or that his 'business associates,' as he called them, were on the borderline of being recognized as a slut… she was so blind to him.
But John could just hope. Hope that Wanda would at least realize that Victor isn't the person she thinks he is… even if she doesn't end up in John's arms.
Time… that's all Wanda needed. Time to get her mind straight… time to realize what Victor really was. Time to get over the temporary pain that everyone knew would sneak into Wanda's mind.
And eventually, things will get back to normal. Hopefully…
'Till then, John will wait. Today – well tonight – Wanda, John, and a few other people were going to a play, thanks to Kitty.
Wanda was still in that damn room of hers, still trying to find the perfect outfit. John still had to pick up Remy and the rest of them, and he knew that they were getting inpatient; Remy was sending messages on his cell.
John where are you?
Did you pick up the others yet?
Why aren't you answering my messages?
John! I know you're there!
John sighed, if Wanda didn't hurry up, he would just have to leave without her.
"Wanda! Hurry up! We don't have that much time till the film starts and we still have to pick up the others," John was getting pretty inpatient himself.
"Well, hold on, dammit! I just have to put on my make up."
"You can put on your bloody make up when we get into the car!"
"But then it'll look cheep and ugly!"
"Wanda!"
"Shut up and hold on, I'm almost done!"
Just in a few minutes, Wanda came out of the room. John didn't wait to fully observe Wanda; he just grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the apartment.
"Remy's gonna be super pissed."
John was right, Remy was pissed. But he didn't show it, his "chére" was there, and he was trying to look good in front of her. But the little vixen could care less… well, she acted that way. John knew that she was just playing hard to get.
Looks like his observation skill haven't died.
After picking up everyone, they headed off to the movies. The movie was an old one, a really classy type of movie. John hated it… all the men of their small little group hated it. But the women loved it. Romance, what a horrid genre, John thought.
One hour into the movie, John started to fidget. Just one more hour into the movie, John coaxed, any tic of the clock. It'll be over. John looked over to Wanda, her body was slumped. Her head rested on her right hand, it looked like she was fighting to keep her eyes open.
Thirty minutes passed, and it looked like all the guys (except for Remy and John) were fast asleep. John had to nudge Wanda in order to keep her awake. The other girls were wide awake, but while they watched the movie, Marie talked with Remy in low whispers.
The movie ended and it looked like certain couple decided to walk home or take the bus (apparently, John was one of the craziest drivers that they had ever met…), John insisted that he would drop Wanda off.
John was sitting on the couch when Wanda had finished dressing. She came out wearing a blue trench coat that hid everything but Wanda's ankles and feet. John grinned, "You haven't worn that thing in a long time."
Wanda shrugged, "It was cold."
"It's not cold now."
"I know."
Wanda sat next to John; an unreadable look was on her face. John noticed that Wanda took off her make up, but he could smell a really strong tropical scent.
"I wanna talk."
"I don't."
"John…"
"What?"
Silence filled the room. John didn't want to 'talk.' That never meant anything good. She always gave John bad news when she wanted to talk. No good ever comes from talking. And if he spoke now, he knew that his accent would thicken, and that whatever news came from her, would leave him hallow.
Wanda sighed. Please don't talk, love, John inwardly pleaded, I don't want no bad news…
"Remember when we first talked?"
John looked confused at the question, but nodded.
"It was at that café, the one you like so very much," her voice was getting raspy.
"I don't go there much."
"Yeah, I know… but do you remember that note you gave me a week before that?"
Yeah… can't ever forget, "No."
Wanda smiled, "You suck at lying."
"I'm better at it than you."
"Sure…"
"Where is this getting at?"
Wanda shrugged, "Nowhere, to be honest."
"Nowhere?"
"You know those times when you want to say something really important, but you can't really get the words right?"
"Nope, I can't say that it has."
"I'm so sure."
John grinned, "Yup!"
Wanda rolled her eyes and continued, "Well do you remember that talk we had, just before Victor left for Europe?"
Wish I hadn't, "Yes. What of it?"
"I'm not waiting anymore."
"Wha…?" John wasn't sure he heard right.
"For him anyway," she looked a head of her, towards the TV.
"You probably think I'm some type of no-hoper, huh?"
Wanda glared at him, "You sure as hell act like one."
"Ya say it like it's a bad thing."
Wanda's glare intensified, "Sometimes it is."
John wanted to avoid this conversation altogether, the first time was bad enough.
"You told me that I was blinded to what was right in front of me," Wanda started, "that all of my senses were numbed out."
John blinked, so she was listening back then…
"You told me that I couldn't hear any warning bells, that I couldn't feel any tension when I talked about him… well, I can see now John. The warning bells are crashing down on me, John. I can feel your tension…"
"You can't feel anything." Wanda looked lost then.
"There's something wrong with you, Wanda… something deeply wrong with you. Victor's not here, and never was. You should of heard those bells a long time ago," John shook his head and stood up, "You're mad, Wanda. Stupid too."
Wanda shook her head, "Just scared."
"Correction – you're scary."
Wanda smiled at John, who smiled back in return, "You're an ass, you know that."
"Yup!"
John heard warning bells of his own. Wanda might not like him that way; she could be waiting for Victor to come back from Europe. This could be a dream. Wanda slugged him on his right leg – hard – no… this wasn't a dream.
"What made you change your mind about me?"
Wanda stood up and winked, "A secret that I'll take to my grave." She was heading to her bedroom. She stopped when she saw that John stood unmoving.
"You have two choices," she said, "either follow me into the room before I lock it, or get the hell out."
John grinned, "Crazy little Sheila."
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: Evolution and I'm not making any money off of them or this fic.
A/N: Yeah, I know. You guys are probably going 'what the hell does this have to do with taste?' Well, aside from the words in bold (in this chapter), abosolutly nothing. XD yeah, I'm ashamed.
Do you guys know what? I'm not receiving any alerts from FF.N, I'm serious. I didn't even know I recieved reveiws (thank you guys, BTW), until a friend told me. Are any of you guys experiencing the same thing?
Well, reveiw this... maybe it was just a one time thing (I kinda need the feedback). Thank you, Valoofle (I tend to do the same thing at times). I haven't gotten my paper back though... And yep, the buses are over here. Seattle was better when I lived there, the rain washed everything away. Colorado doesn't do that anymore, it's going to be over populated, I swear.