Mutants of the mansion
Chapter 15
Sorry for being a bit sluggish here. Just got Dawnguard and by the holy nine divines, Serana is AMAZING.
(Jubilee)
"-Completely idiotic, senseless and overall a bad idea! There is eight years difference between the two of you, Why in the world would you think it was a good idea to start dating?!" Storm was currently fuming at the two of us. I'm surprised none of the other X-men wandered in to see what was going on. I'd basically tuned it out until now. Rogue looked as bored as I felt. Stifling a yawn, I put my elbow on the table and rested my head on my hand.
"Well, Ahm not listenin' to this anymore." Rogue announced, standing up and walking out of the room. You traitor! Take me with you!
"Rogue! Get back in here!" I don't think I've ever seen Storm this mad. In the few seconds that she went to look out of the door, Kurt poofed in, grabbed me around the waist, then poofed outside. The kitchen was frozen over moments later.
"Thanks Kurt." I sighed happily when he sat me down. I shuffled to a wall so I could sit against it. "I coulda been caught up in that."
"Not a problem, friend." He smiled, ruffling my hair. "One thing zat may have made dis a bad idea. I zhink your crutches are still in zhere." I shrugged, then attempted to levitate. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to fly! Why isn't it working?!" I could tell he was trying not to laugh as I waved my arms around. "What the hell?!"
"Do you zhink it has something to do with zhe leg breaking?" I just brought my good knee to my chest and rested my chin on it. "Don't worry, Sicherung." With a smile, he sat down and put an arm over my shoulders. "Let's find you somewhere to hide."
"Treehouse!" With another smile and a shrug, Kurt lifted me with my arm around his shoulders. It took two poofs and a bit of running to make it across the garden, but nobody spotted us. All I heard was the fuss over Storm freezing the kitchen. "Thanks Kurt." He just bowed as I climbed up and sat down. "Wait, what does...sicherung mean?"
"Zhat would be telling." I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed. "If I see my sister, I will send her your way." When he walked away, I closed and bolted the trapdoor, just in case somebody wanted to try and surprise me. After folding the futon up so my butt wouldn't go numb on the floor, I started to play Mahjong on my laptop. Sure enough, half an hour and 24 losses later, somebody hit the trapdoor. Twice.
"Do ah hafta break this thing?" With a smirk, I unbolted the door and lifted it, letting the good sight of brown and white hair into the tree house. "Glad ta see ya made it out before ya froze!" That was backed up with a kiss. I doubt the tingle will never go away. But hell, who would want it to?
"Is Storm still having a fit?"
"More like Jean and Scott havin' a fuss over the kitchen." As soon as we were both settled again, and had the trapdoor bolted, it started to rain. Nope, hail. "An' there ya go. Don' worry, Sweet pea. She'll calm down sooner or later."
"Probably later. I think I'll stay in here for the rest of the week." With a grin, I picked my laptop back up and continued my game. "This game stinks."
"Then why are ya playin' it?" I shrugged and put my laptop down. "How about we watch some cartoons?"
"If by cartoons, you mean Pokémon, sure."
(Rogue)
I don't get it. They obviously have an easy route, but why don't they take it? Also, why must they describe everything that we can see? Yes, I know that Pikachu is in trouble. Why don't you do something about it?
"Are you okay, Rogue? You're glaring at the screen." I glanced down and met light blue eyes with my own green ones. Her head was laid on my outstretched legs, but I don't get Jubilee sometimes. Both my gloves were off, by her request. One of my hands was tangled in her hair, and she was gently chewing my hand. Why are her hands so small compared to mine? "Does this cartoon annoy you too much?"
"Sorta. I jus' don' understand why they hafta explain everythin'." I stuck my tongue out when I got my hand back, since it was covered in drool. "You're a weird kid, Jubes." She was just grinning as I wiped it on her shirt sleeve.
"You didn't complain before. Wolvie let me chew his hand. It makes me feel better. Besides, I can't hurt you."
"Alright, fine. Jus', try not ta drool so much." When she nodded, I let her grab it again and the side of it was gummed. "I bet that Pikachu can take down that Poliwhirl in one hit."
"What's the stakes?" She shrugged, and just like that, it was down. With one thunderbolt. "Well, ya won. What does the winner want?"
"Uhm, I don't know. We can figure it out later, right?" I nodded, then felt somebody in my head.
Rogue, It's Jean. Can I speak to you?
"Ahm just gonna step outside for a minute, 'kay, Jubilee?" She shrugged, then sat up and stretched. With a smile, I opened the trapdoor and floated down to Jean and her umbrella. "Enjoyin' the weather, Jean?"
"I know Storm isn't." She closed the trapdoor with her telekinesis, then focused on me.
I hope you don't mind, but I wish to speak telepathically. I can send you my thoughts, and I can read yours.
Well, fair enough. What's on your mind?
You can annunciate very well in your head. Jean paused for a moment, then sighed. This may seem a little awkward, but what are your intentions?
My intentions? I raised an eyebrow at her. What exactly do you mean by that?
Rogue, you're 6 years older than her, and also, Jubilee is underage.
7 years older. Jean waved her hand in dismissal. Look, you shouldn't be worried. I'm not planning anything like you and Scott don't do. Ooh, if looks could kill!
"Just, be careful, all right?" I nodded, then flew back into the tree house, where my hand was doomed to be drooled on the for the rest of the day.
Holy fudge, I'm sorry I was late with this. First point: Games are really fun. Second point: If you know what Nightcrawler called Jubilee, don't spoil it. Also, I'll try to speed up with the next chapter (Yeah right).