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It was surprisingly humid and warm for the first week of September. Some of the students had an idea to throw a pool party, so the majority of the students were out back around the pool, but the few students that weren't in the pool were playing basketball in the court.
Rogue and Sophia were sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water.
"It's so pretty here." Sophia said as she let her eyes wander around the scenery. "I never thought that New York could be so pretty."
Rogue laughed slightly and nodded her head in agreement. "I know. I couldn't believe it when the Professor told me that I was in New York."
"I always think of cities and Broadway, not countryside and lakes. It's so calm." Sophia added.
The two sat in silence for a moment before both girls felt hands on their backs. Sophia and Rogue screamed as they were pushed into the warm pool water. Somehow, however, Sophia managed to grab her attackers leg as she fell, pulling them into the pool as well. The three let out yells as their heads came up out of the water, and Sophia quickly saw who it was who had pushed her. John. She slapped his arm playfully and scowled at him, causing him to laugh.
"Bobby!" Rogue cried and Sophia and John turned their attention to their, laughing, dry friend.
"Hey, it wasn't my idea!" He defended. Rogue turned to John and splashed him forcefully with water.
"I'm sorry!" John yelled. "It was impossible to pass up! Besides, I didn't push both of you!"
The next thing any of them knew, there was a splash and Bobby's head popped above the surface of the water.
"Hey!" He yelled as he spluttered. "Sophia!"
Rogue and John turned to Sophia, who merely smirked, shrugged and dove under the water again.
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About half an hour later, the four decided that they were thirsty. Rogue and Bobby decided to continue lounging in the pool, leaving John and Sophia to go on a lemon aid run.
"They're so bossy." John complained as he and Sophia made their way into the mansion.
Sophia mentally agreed but decided to defend her friends. "They're young and in love. They want to spend all their free time together."
"But they could spend time together getting us lemon aid." He replied, rolling his eyes.
Sophia opened her moth to reply, but was interrupted.
"Hey John!" A voice from behind them called. The two friends turned around and were met with the sight of Kitty Pryde.
"Hi Kitty." Sophia greeted and Kitty smiled.
"Hey, Sophia." Kitty turned her attention back to John. "Ms. Lennon says its your turn to put the dishes away."
John nodded. "Alright. I'll do it later." He began to turn around, but Kitty spoke again, causing him to turn back around to face her.
"No John, Ms. Lennon says you have to do it now."
John groaned and muttered a very clear 'come on', under his breath.
Kitty bit back a grin. "Sorry John." John and Sophia watched as Kitty turned and walked off down the hall.
"Well that sucks." John groaned and Sophia nodded in agreement.
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One of the very few rules at Xavier's was that students had to load and unload the dishwasher. Due to the size of the school, each person's turn to unload came scarcely, but it normally came sooner than any said student wanted it to.
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"You should just do it and get it over with." Sophia advised and John nodded reluctantly.
Sighing, John spoke. "I'm going to go put a shirt on." He said, indicating to his bare chest.
"Okay." Sophia replied, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. Although her secret crush's body wasn't incredibly buff, it wasn't terribly flabby. And seeing that she was a teenaged girl, she enjoyed the view.
John turned and began to head back down the hall in the direction that he and Sophia had just come from. Sophia continued in the direction that the two were headed for before Kitty had stopped them. Once she reached the kitchen, she went to the cabinet and got for glasses out and carried them to the counter. She turned to the refrigerator, got the lemon aid out and poured a generous amount into each glass. After she had put the pitcher back in the fridge, she sat down on one of the barstools and waited for John to return.
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Grumbling under his breath, John entered his and Bobby's room and made his way to his dresser. Not only did he have to unload the enormous dishwasher, but he had to lose some of his ogling time. It was typical male, sure, but he was a boy. A teenaged boy at that. He'd admit it. He had raging hormones. And seeing that Xavier's was a G rated campus, seeing his 'crush' in a bikini top with shorts was the closest to anything that John Allerdyce would ever get. With more force than necessary, he pulled open one of the drawers of his dresser and grabbed the first t-shirt he saw.
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She was restless. Bored. It was crazy how fast she could get bored. Insane, really. She flicked one of the glasses of lemon aid and watched intently as the cold yellow liquid shook in its glass. She sighed dramatically before an idea struck her. She glanced around the kitchen, making sure no one was there, before turning her complete attention to the door of the dishwasher.
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John turned in the doorway of the kitchen and sent an apologetic grin at Sophia. "Sorry." He mumbled as he made his way further into the kitchen.
"Don't be. I kept myself entertained."
John smirked as he yanked open the dishwasher, but as quickly as it had come, the smirk disappeared. "What the…" He stepped back and allowed Sophia to see the inside of the dishwasher, which was completely empty.
Sophia giggled softly as she watched John yank open cabinets and drawers, checking if everything was put away.
"Yeah, I was a little bored waiting for you."
John whipped around and gave her a strange look. "So you put everything away for me?" She shrugged. "It takes forever to unload this thing! I was only gone for five minutes!"
Sophia said nothing, but took a sip out of her glass of lemon aid and stared at John innocently.
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Meanwhile…
A black car approached the school and pulled into the courtyard. It parked, and two men in black suits got out. They made their way up to the door and knocked, but after receiving no answer, opened the door and went in. After wandering around inside for a while, they found a door with a nameplate that said 'Headmaster'. The two men shared a glance before knocking on the door. They heard a faint 'come in', so the first man twisted the doorknob, pushed open the door and then both men stepped into the room.
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Ororo Munroe looked up from her place behind her desk and was met with the sight of two men in expensive looking suits.
"Can I help you?" She asked, curious as to what they were doing at her school.
"We're looking for a James Howlett." The first man said.
Storm wrapped her brain around the name, mentally scanning through her internal database of students and staff. "I'm sorry. I do no believe that there is anyone by that name here."
The second man reached into his breast pocket and pulled out, what looked to be, a piece of paper. He crossed the room in a matter of seconds and placed the piece of paper on the desk for Storm to see.
Storm looked down at the paper, which was actually a picture, and quickly recognized the person on it. "Logan." She whispered.
"So you do know him." The second stated, and Storm nodded. "Just," She cleared her throat, "just give me a minute. Let me call him." She picked up the phone, pressed a button on the cradle, and spoke. "Logan, this is," she hesitated for a minute, "Ororo. You are needed in my office immediately." She set the phone back down on its cradle, crossed her hands and set them on her desk and studied the two men cautiously. The three people in the office stared at each other uneasily for a few minutes longer before the doors opened and Logan sauntered in. He looked the two men up and down before speaking.
"What's going on here, Ororo?"
Storm shrugged. "I'm not sure. They showed up and asked for you."
"Agents Kimball and Samburg." The first man, Agent Kimball, said as he motioned to the man behind him.
Storm and Logan shared a look before the second man, Agent Samburg, spoke.
"You are James Howlett, son of John and Elizabeth Howlett, native of Alberta, Canada?"
Wolverine nodded slightly. "So I've been told." He paused. "What agency are you with, agents?"
"We're with the immigration service." Samburg answered. "We're here to inform you that you are being deported."
There was an awkward silence in the room for a moment before Storm finally spoke.
"Deported? You can't be serious!"
"It has come to our attention that Mr. Howlett has been in the country illegally. I am sorry." Kimball turned to Logan. "You have thirty days to return to your homeland." With that final note said, Kimball and Samburg turned on their heels and left.
Logan stood there in shock, his mouth open slightly as he processed what had just been told to him. After swallowing once, he managed to get out, "Well, shit."
"Yeah." Storm whispered, nodding slightly in agreement. She bit her lip as an idea formed in her head. "You know," She hesitated for a second before gathering the courage to finish her thought. "There may be a way around this."
He turned to face her, eyebrows raised. "I'm listening."
Storm's discomfort was clearly obvious as she sought out a way to tell Logan her plan. She sighed, deciding that they best way to break it was do cut right to the chase. She took one more breath before saying the one word that Logan wasn't expecting. "Marriage."
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A/N: Please note that I had this idea before all the commercials for The Proposal aired. It was original. I swear. Please don't sue me.