A/N: Sorry for the wait. I had minor difficulty with this one.

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God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Andrea ran her hand over the fine, black surface of her car. Her eyes travelled around it with a confused stare. Beneath the dim light, it gave off a strange shine, as though it had just been bought, and its surface was as smooth as can be, not a scratch in sight. Looking around the car, she noticed missing dents and the tires looked had no traces of any hardships from over the past two years she'd owned it. With her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, she was pretty convinced that they'd bought her a new car, until she noticed the license plate number remained the same. Turning around, with her hands on her hips, she gave Ororo and Scott a skeptical look.

"What did you do it?" She paused and when she was met with silence, she firmly repeated herself, "What did you do to my car? I can easily remember denting my car right here," She pointed to the front of the car," Last summer in the Target parking lot. And back here, I can recall running into a fire hydrant! Oh, and along the side, there used to be long scratches from these bushes next to my house!"

By now, Ororo and Scott were looking at each other, both wondering if she was crazy. Did she miss the flaws?

She threw her arms into the air with her words. " Where'd it all go?"

"Well, I took your car to the car wash and that got rid of some of the scrapes. It's painted and polished and I took it to the mechanics."

Andrea suddenly sighed and reached into her jeans pocket, pulling out a wallet. She looked into the leather wallet and raised her eyebrows, before swiftly putting back into her pocket. She looked up towards Scott with a slightly nervous look.

"Okay, Scottie boy, how much do I owe you?"

Scott stared at her with a distant look. "Hmm?"

"Don't try and tell me that you went to all of that effort, and you did it all for free."

He cracked a tiny smile and said," Just think of it as a welcome present."

"So I owe you nothing?"

"Nothing."

"Good, cause from the look of it, I only have seven dollars on me, and I suppose that wouldn't cover it."

Ororo and Scott looked at each other and laughed. Andrea smiled at the two and turned to the black Mustang. She reached into her pocket before pulling her hand out and going into the other one, fumbling around.

"Well, damn, is the door unlocked because I left my keys in my coat which is inconveniently in my room? And I still don't really know how to get back there."

Scott reached into his pocket and pulled two keys out on a keychain before tossing them to Andrea.

"Here, I got copies made."

"And how did you get the print for my keys?"

"I know people."

Andrea gave him nod of understanding and silently thought of all the things he could do with that source of info. Inserting one key into the lock, she twisted it, and the door popped open with ease.

As she crawled in to the black car, she could vaguely hear Scott's voice behind her," Oh, and Andrea?"

"Yeah?" She popped her head out and looked over to the older man.

"Don't call me Scottie boy."

She flashed a grin, before climbing back into her Mustang, and calling out from behind her," I'll try to remember that."

She leaned across the seats, reaching over old McDonalds coffee cups and some magazines from a couple months before, and crawled into the back of her car. When she reemerged from her car, she held a lime green backpack with the letters 'SGDHS' printed across the front in silver letters. She turned around and slammed the car door behind her, cringing slightly from the loud noise, and turning to face the others in the garage. Storm stared questioningly at her bag and Andrea quickly interpreted the stare.

"Saint Germaine District High School."

Ororo gave her a nod and said, "We should get you to the Professor. He just wants to talk to you about what happened in the Danger Room earlier. Nothing big."

"Sweet, let's get going."

While they walked throughout the hallways, Andrea kept a short distance between herself and the two other mutants. They travelled in silence with the exception of occasional whispers between Scott and Ororo. She attempted to listen in on their conversation but each time would end with a failure and the two would turn to stare at Andrea. Andrea didn't say a word to the two unless she was spoken to.

"Andrea," At the sound of her name, Andrea instinctively looked up towards Ororo," What were you doing earlier in Kurt's room?"

"Nothing," She replied in an attempted innocent tone," Just talking. Why?"

"No reason. Just wondering," Ororo answered the younger girl with a carefree attitude.

"M'kay. Cause from the sound of it, I thought you were suggesting something," Andrea challenged.

"Nope, just a question," The darker-skinned woman stated simply.

And that was when an extremely awkward silence settled into the air. In an attempt to drown out the silence, she went into a deep, distant thought and fiddled with the bottom of her shirt. It reminded her of what she would be doing this time of last year.

'I was finally getting rid of that asshole,' She thought, flinching slightly. Her memories flooded back to him. Aaron Frey. Even thought she hadn't seen him in a year, the thoughts of him were still prominent in her mind. She could remember every detail of the boy. She could recall the feeling of running her hands through his sandy blonde hair and down his firm back. The memories of his chocolate brown eyes staring into hers still brought butterflies to her stomach and made her mind do silly cartwheels. The only down sides to this boy was that he was a high school dropout and he was an alcoholic. Other than that, he was perfect. He had the right charming attitude that would make any girl fall for him in a heartbeat. It still brought a slight blush to her cheeks when she thought of him.

"Andrea, we're here," She heard Ororo state in a semi-bitter tone. Andrea looked towards Ororo and noticed her propping open the door for her.

"Thanks," Andrea muttered and walked towards the door before grabbing it and holding it herself.

"Do you know how to get back to your room?" Ororo questioned.

"I'm sure I can by now."

"Good," Ororo stated walking away with Scott. Andrea watched the two until they turned at separate corners. She turned towards the room and walked in, the door closing behind her. Once she completely closed the door, she heard the familiar English-accented voice.

"Hello, Andrea."