A/N: Hello everyone! More good news, and somewhat bad news. The good news is...HERE'S A NEW CHAPTER! Bad news...softball is here! Which means, it'll take a little longer for updates, but I'll do the best I can!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Marvel's characters, including the X-Men, but Theresa, Diamond and Ruby are mine!

Summary: The Xmen are in high school! Characters include: Remy/Gambit, Ororo/Storm, Logan/Wolverine, Jean/Phoenix/Marvel Girl, Scott/Cyclops, Rogue, Kurt/Nightcrawler, Bobby/Iceman, Warren/Angel, and Hank/Beast. Plus some OC's!

Parings: Ororo/Logan, Remy/OC , Rogue/Bobby, Scott/Jean

Ages: Ororo, Jean, OC, Bobby, Rogue 16 , Logan, Scott, Remy, Kurt 17

Teenage Mutants

"Whoa, it's even bigger on the inside." Theresa said to herself, looking around at the large mall complex. It was everything that a mall should be. Large, tall, wide, stores practically stacked on top of each other. Lights and noises everywhere, faint jazz music in the background, elevators and escalators, dark blue marble floors. The place was had at least three stories. But something didn't seem right about it.

"Where the hell are all the people?" 'Reese asked. She didn't even notice that she had stopped in her tracks to take in her surroundings. Remy spun around when he heard her voice and walked back to her, grabbing her by the waist and catching up with the others.

"No' many people in de mall dis early, chere. Dat's de way Stormy like it."

"Yep!" 'Ro said from ahead of them. "We can't go any later, cause that's when all the little kids come in here and crowd the place up with their friends, thinkin' they cool and stuff. But this early? There's only old people and toddlers. So we can get our shoppin' done quicker!"

"Uh huh..." Theresa said, not really paying attention. She looked around. Storm was right for the most part, there were elderly people walking slowly around, not really buying anything, and middle aged parents with their little kids looking around and window shopping. One particular couple caught her attention; a young woman, about 28 or 29, her husband, and their child, who were just walking around, until the woman looked over at the young mutants and her jaw almost dropped to the ground. Quickly, she poked her husband, trying to remain unnoticed, and told him to look in their direction.

She wondered to herself why they were staring in such a manner, then when she got a good look at her friends, she could see why. The six of them walking around together, dressed like they were; they looked like super models just walking around the mall. And what was even more creepy was the fact that every pair seemed to be matching.

Storm wore a sky-blue, curve-flaunting turtle neck dress that stopped at about mid thigh, and light blue wrap around stilettos with her hair flowing in a low ponytail; while Logan wore a long sleeved white shirt with a blue, short sleeved shirt over it.

Jean wore her hair up in a curled ponytail, a sleeveless dark blue turtle neck, a leather jacket, a jean skirt that stopped below her knees, and ankle high heeled boots, and Scott wore the school's deep navy sweater.

Theresa wore what she put on this morning, while Remy was wearing a cream colored turtle neck sweater, black dress pants, and his black trench coat. He also wore his shades to hide his eye color.

Oh my goodness, he is so fine. She thought to herself. And you know what? The other part of her said. All you have to do is tell him that you want him...and he is aaall yours. She shook her head violently to get the thoughts out.

"Y'okay, chérie?" Remy asked, pulling her a little closer to him. She nodded and they continued walking, listening to the conversation in front of them between 'Ro and Scott.

"So...Storm..." Scott said, a grin clearly visible on his face. "How did it feel to be beat by a white boy?"

"The same way it'll feel when I shove a lightnin' bolt up your ass." She answered. Scott came to a stop, causing the others to do the same.

"Hey, hey, hey." He said, putting his hands up. "If you can't handle the skills, I completely understand." He said, Ororo's jaw dropped. She pulled Jean by the shirt in front of her.

"OOH you are sooo lucky she's holdin' me back!" She said, staying behind her. Logan laughed and Jean looked at her best friend like she was crazy.

"Uhh...'Ro, can I have my arm please?" She finally said. Storm released her and they continued through the mall.

They continued walking, no one really saying anything except for Scott and Storm having continuous rematches and Scott always winning, and Jean and Logan laughing at them. Remy and Theresa stayed quiet for the most part, Theresa still looking around, wondering how anyone could find their way around the huge building, and Remy trying to figure out why she hadn't snatched his arm from around her and slapped him in the face. He was just about to ask her himself, but something to his left caught his eye.

He stopped abruptly, while his eyes narrowed at it. One of the things he hated most in the world. Even more than The Wiggles. A Clown. He stood there, about 14 yards away, blowing up and handing out balloons to little children. Remy growled to himself just looking at the creature. Curly bright blue hair scattered on his head, a neon green clown jumpsuit, a white face with dramatic make-up, big yellow shoes, and a shiny red nose. But the worst thing about it; the thing that made The Cajun want to strangle him, was when he walked. Every time he took a step, his big floppy shoes would squeak. Squea-ky, Squea-ky.

"Bâtard." He swore in his native tongue lowly. He turned down the corner the clown was in and quickly went into the nearest store, pulling Theresa with him.

"Uuhh...Remy?" Theresa stood there, confused, watching Remy poking his head out of the doorway and then snatch himself back in. "What exactly are you doing? And why are we in here?" She asked, looking around in the Gab store, which she was sure he knew was way out of both of their price-ranges.

"Dat...Chere! Come 'ere. Look at dat abruti." He told her. She walked up to where he was and looked out of the doorway while Remy placed his back firmly against the wall.

"I don't see a moron...there's just a clown." She asked, turning back to him.

"Exactement." He said. 'Reese stared at him, eyebrow raised.

"The clown?" She asked monotone, with her arms folded across her chest.

"Oui." He said, pushing her back and looking outside again. "Look at him...dat fils d'une chienne. And he's got kids wit him too." He said, glaring at the bright, neon monster.

"He's giving them balloons." She told him, looking at him unbelievably.

"Dat's what it may seem like now, 'Reesey, chere." He said in a serious tone. "We gotta do somet'in'."

Theresa put her hands on her hip, looking at the Cajun like he had lost his mind.

"Are you crazy!" She asked sincerely.

"Chere," He said, pushing her against the wall by her shoulders. "Are y'gonna help me, or is Remy in dis alone?"

"You..." She answered, gently taking his hands away from her shoulders. "Are psycho...but...I do wanna see where you go with this." She sighed, seeing that Remy was again looking outside at the clown.

"O-kay, I'll help." She finally said. Remy turned to her and grinned.

"Okay, here's de plan..."

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"I can't believe this." Theresa said more to herself than to Remy. They both were crouched down in one of the many fake shrub plants that surrounded the food court, while Gambit zoned out the area so their mission could be carried out. "I cannot believe this! Remind me why I did agreed to do this in the first place?"

"Because you---" He stopped when he saw a little blond-headed boy come up to the plant.

"Why you hiding in that bush?" He said in a tiny voice. They both sighed, relieved when the boy's mother came and scooped him up.

"Sebastian, I told you, don't walk away when mommy's doing something! You know that's..." Her voice trailed off.

"Focus, chere! We got a mission ta do, 'member?"

"Focus! We're hiding in a damn bush tryin' to sabotage some dumb clown!"

"Okay...looks clear. Let's go." He said, popping up from behind the fake plant. Theresa rolled her eyes. He hadn't listened to a word she had said.

Theresa saw Remy get into his position behind the Clown's balloon cart and she walked up to the clown, smiling warmly.

"Why hello there, little girl!" He said in his goofy, overly enthusiastic voice. "Would you like a balloon from Poppo the Clown?"

"No, thank you. I was actually wondering where you got your clowning degree?" She asked sincerely. She looked slightly beyond the clown, seeing Remy pull out a small pocket knife and flip it open.

"Why I'd love to, young lady! It's always just a kick to meet an aspiring clownette!" He said, jumping up and kicking his feet together. "Well I started out at the Clowning University in Utah, and then..." Theresa tuned him out, looking behind him again to see Remy pulling the knife up, and swiftly cutting all of the strings holding the balloons down, sending them floating to the ceiling.

Poppo, seeing that something had caught the young girl's eye, turned to see what exactly what was so interesting.

His eyes widened and he cried out when he saw his precious balloons slowly drifting away from him.

"No!" He said, reaching upwards. He looked around to see who had caused this catastrophe, and saw Remy there, looking up, satisfied with his work.

"YOU!" Poppo gasped.

"Now!" Remy seethed to Theresa, ducking so that the clown's full attention would be on him. 'Reese grabbed the tube that the Clown used to fill the balloons with helium and put it up the ankle of his pants. Poppo looked behind him when he felt something cold on his shin, and saw Theresa turn the knob all the way on, making his entire jumpsuit inflate.

It blew up instantly like an air bag, blocking his vision. He swatted the air, trying to get the helium out, only to end up falling backwards and knocking his own cart over. Remy jumped over him, jogging up beside 'Reese, and turned to look at the fallen Poppo, who was now grunting and cursing, trying to get himself up off of the ground, and the air out of his suit.

"Ha ! La victoire est la mienne !" Remy said loudly. "Take y'technicolored ass back to de circus, Bozo." He spit at the ground before him and they both watched the clown struggle on the ground.

"Man...Remy, he might be hurt. I think we should help him." Theresa said, full of remorse. Just then Poppo sat up, his blue hair scattered messily all over his head. With the helium dispenser empty, his jumpsuit finally went down.

"Do you see this shoe?" He said, pointing at the overly sized, yellow object. "When I get my hands on you, I'm gonna shove it soo far up your ass, you'll be squeakin' out of your nose!" Theresa almost laughed; he was still using that goofy, clown voice. Remy turned to her.

"Really, chere? 'Cause I think we should get de hell outta here." They backed away slowly as the clown slowly rose, and Remy, knowing Theresa couldn't run fast at all in her shoes, grabbed her by the wrist and took off as fast as he could manage, with the clown but a few feet behind them, his shoes squeaking quickly as he ran after the two mutants.

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"Jean,...sweetheart...do you really think this suits me?" Scott called to Jean as he stepped out of the fitting room in the smallish store. "I mean...I don't think purple is really my color." He pulled the hem of the violet collard shirt, looking at it disapprovingly.

"What do you mean? It looks fine! Just ask 'Ro and Logan." She said as she saw the two coming to join them from the other side of the store.

"Ha! Look at the Barney reject." Logan chuckled as he was Scott standing outside of the dressing room.

"Uh, yeah, what exactly made you deem it necessary to get that?" Ororo asked. "Men wear pink, not purple Scott."

"It was HER!" He whispered, pointing at Jean, who had picked something else out for him.

"Oh! Try these on, sweety." She said, handing him a pair of light green flare bottoms. "They'll go perfect! And they're glow in the dark!"

Scott slowly took the pants away from Jean and looked at them reluctantly. He swallowed. "Sure." He said. Jean smiled at him, blowing him a kiss and going off to find something else for him.

"Help me." He mouthed before stepping back into the dressing room. Storm looked at him apologetically as he closed the door.

"This is gonna be priceless." Logan sniggered. 'Ro elbowed him in the stomach; She felt sorry for Scott, but in a way, it was amusing to watch. It took a while, but finally Scott came back out, and Logan almost fell over laughing while Ororo's hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widened. Jean hadn't gotten him flares, she had gotten him bell-bottoms. And they were, to say the least, skin tight on him. They looked almost painful on Scott; he kept fidgeting and trying to pull the pants lower so he could ease the pressure.

"Yo, Jeannie! He's ready!" Logan called to her. Storm kicked him in the shin and he kept laughing.

"What?" He chuckled. Jean came up with her face beaming.

"Oooo, you look so cute! Turn around so I can see your toosh!" She said. Scott stood there with his head down. He couldn't believe his girlfriend actually believed that he would wear something like this in public. Or anywhere for that matter. But, he did as he was told, turning around quickly so that he could get it over with.

"You know what? This is what I get for being so submissive." He said to no one in particular. Jean scoffed.

"Scott, you are not submissive."

"Yes, honey." He answered. Jean smiled and nodded approvingly.

"Okay, now try this on with it." She said, handing him a green pimp's hat. Scott tucked his lips in, giving a look that said 'why me?' and was about to put it on, when Ororo spoke up.

"Uh, Scott? Why don't you tell Jean how you really feel about that outfit?"

"Yeah, Scooter. Tell her how much you love it." Logan chuckled. Scott shot him a look so evil that he stopped for a second, but it wasn't long before he started up again.

"...Is there somethin' you wanna say, Scott?" Jean asked, confusedly. "You don't like it?"

"No, no, no, honey!" He answered quickly. "I think it's...nice...in it's own, unique way. I mean, it's really...it's really uh... please don't make me wear it." He finally begged.

"Hey," Logan said out of nowhere. "Where are 'Reese and Gumbo?" 'Ro blew a raspberry.

"Where do you think?" She said.

"Like you know."

"I have an idea."

"Well then, where are they, smart ass?" Logan asked. Just then they all turned when screaming from down the massive hallway.

"oh gosh, he'S-- THROWING WAT--er balloons!" Her voice elevated and decreased as her and Remy flew past the store. The four mutants looked at each other absolutely clueless.

"Hey...what's that squeaking noise?" Scott asked. Jean looked out of the doorway to see what looked like a disgruntled clown heading their way.

"I think it's Poppo." Jean answered as he passed by them, his shoes squeaking like crazy.

"I'm gonna get you two!" He yelled wackily. Jean walked out of the store, watching the clown run after her friends.

They all stood there for what seemed like 3 minutes in silence, trying to comprehend what they had just seen.

"...Now how the hell do you think that happened." 'Ro finally broke the quiet.

"Well, why don't you ask them, cause here they come." Jean said, still outside of the store. She gestured to Theresa and the Cajun to come inside the store before the clown could catch them.

Everyone took a step back as they finally came to a stop in front of them, panting heavily, with the bottoms of their pants soaked.

"I didn't know clowns could run dat fas'." Remy gasped.

"Here he comes." Logan said, hearing the squeaks of Poppo's shoes before anyone else could.

"Shit!" Remy seethed. He looked around quickly for somewhere to hide and snatched Theresa by the arm, hiding her along with himself, in one of the vacant dressing rooms.

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"Oh gosh that was close." Theresa sighed. Remy grinned.

"Oui." He agreed, getting dangerously close and placing his hand against the wall above her. "It could get closer, chere."

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"OW!" Jean, Scott, 'Ro, and Logan all turned when they heard Remy shout from inside the dressing room. Not two seconds after did he burst through the door and land on the ground flat on his face.

Scott shook his head. "I don't even wanna know." Remy pushed himself up on his elbows.

"I know you ain't talkin' homme. What de hell is dat you got on?"

"IT WAS JEAN!"

"Hey, 'Reese, where ya goin'?" Logan called after Theresa who was heading straight towards the door.

"I can't deal with yall's crazy asses anymore." She laughed. "I'll be in the food court." She said, leaving the store. About five seconds passed before she came back.

"Where the hell is the food court?"

Hello, everyone! I hope you liked this chapter, I didn't really have time to read this one over so I don't really know if I like it or not, but hopefully you did! Anywayz, the next chapter they WILL be in school so the new OC will be appearing and there will be even MORE love in the air! Peace! )