HI GUYS! It's 11 PM here in east Pennsylvania and I'm creeping on Hippie's computer! |D which means i got off my lazy ass and went to her house for once. It's Blitzie, bitch.

This is practically another filler chapter, as well as the next one, but they both introduce concepts like Magneto's stalker obsession with Hadley. That's explained in this chapter... and the next one is just for teh LULZ.

Speaking of lulz...

IT'S FRYDAY, FRYDAY, GOTTA GET DOWHN ON FRYYDAY;

EVERYBUDY'S RUSSIAN FORWARD TO DAH WEEKNEND. :D

and no money is lost till chapter 8. /azazel lets out relieved sigh/

...you're still losing money, azazel. just not yet. you're not getting your new comic book, so get over it.

oh, and whoever gets the reference in the title gets;

A. a virtual cookie, and

B. a oneshot of their choice in the X-Men: First Class era, written by Bree. either that, or a character in the sequel. c:

THE GRAHAM CRACKER

Go check the news. I aint repeating the year.

Hadley was chewing on her free sandwich obnoxiously, leering at Banshee because of her free meal. He was staring sullenly at her delicious, hot fresh s'mores, sitting on a plate as she waited for them to cool. "Are you sure you can't give me just one?" he asked sadly.

She shook her head, then put down her sammich and reached into her jacket pocket. "Not unless you wear these and get your own." Hadley held out a pair of kitten ears, fuzzy like hers, only these were dark grey. The carrot top shook his head disgustedly. "I'd rather get pushed off another high object than wear those." Hadley shrugged. "Suit yourself," she mused, "only no s'mores for you."

Magneto was eyeing the pair from his stalker spot in a booth across from them. How he figured out both Hadley and Banshee were there, none of the X-Men would ever know after they got a chance to think about it, but he was, and he was watching. And also staring at the s'more on his plate suspiciously, as if he found it to be a lethal weapon.

From his spot, he couldn't hear too much, but he could see, and he saw what looked like the two flirting. They were both smiling and laughing, and… was sharing a pair of kitty ears a normal, mutant dating rite-of-passage? Erik had never had a girlfriend, so he would never really know.

After a couple of minutes, the girl convinced Sean to put the kitten ears on, and then waltz up to the cash register, and when the annoying boy turned around, he was carrying a plate of those suspicious sweets made with the marshmallows and chocolate melted inside graham crackers. Sparkette, he noted, started clapping happily as Banshee marched proudly back to their table.

Originally, it was Telepatha who was with the carrot top, but she snuck off and was replaced. It shamed Erik to admit that he was turning into a lowly stalker, so eager for information on his adversaries that he would go to common human restaurants in his full mutant gear just to hear their names. Telepatha, he was pretty sure, was called Phoebe. Or at least, he heard Redhead Girl/Sparkette call her Pho, which seemed to be short for Phoebe. Then again, she said Phobree, so he wasn't exactly sure if her name was really Phobree and she was just that unfortunate, or if it was a stupid nickname given to her by the hyper electrokinetic.

His other reason came to mind after he witnessed the girl stroking the kitty ears worn by Banshee. She seemed to be doing so in a rather flirtatious manner, and it made him angry. And no one liked Erik Lehnsherr when he was angry. Her ability to use his power against him had him, how you say, conducted. It got his attention. Her spark connected to his wall of steel and he was captivated. Smitten. And it made no sense to him at all.

There was this girl, whose name he didn't know, who made fun of him and the color of his helmet, and he had fallen for her. How juvenile. And Banshee apparently liked Erik's Sparkette as well. He glanced at Emma, who was standing at the door to the girl's bathroom, staring sullenly, and he nodded. She took the signal and understood, and focused to begin picking through this girl's brain. Because her leader wanted to, and everyone followed the leader. No matter how crazy he sounded.

Banshee and Hadley were having a staring contest. She grabbed one of his s'mores and took a loud, obnoxious bite, eyes focused on his face as she chewed with her mouth open, hoping for him to cringe at the loss of his delicious dessert. No luck; he grabbed one of hers and mimicked her actions.

The electrokinetic glanced out of her peripheral vision to make sure no one was watching, and grabbed Banshee's hand. He turned beet red, and a split second later, squeaked in pain and withdrew his hand, eyes closing as he took a deep breath to calm himself.

"You… you cheater!" he sputtered, examining the minute burn on his hand. Hadley winked. "No rule against it," she giggled, and popped her last s'more into her mouth, still chewing obnoxiously. Sean pouted. "I'll win next time," he vowed, laughing.

The two exchanged a mischievous smile, and Banshee spoke. "Thanks for hanging out with me after Bree fled, Hadley," he said sheepishly. She shrugged and nodded. "It's kay, Carrot Top," she said cheerfully. "We gingers need to stick together!"

Both shared a laugh and went up to pay as Magneto fumed in the background. Emma slid into the seat across from him. "Her name is Hadley Wells," she whispered to him. "Brooklyn bred, and she likes turtles, cats, and candy. Any more information?"

Erik shrugged, eyes never leaving the girl with the kitten ears. "Everything," he muttered, making the blonde scoff angrily as she began to relay everything she had seen.

"Hey, Hadley!" the man at the cash register gave her a high five as she went to check her bill. "Rolf," Hadley beamed, "how's it going?" "It's going good, Hadley, going good!"

As Banshee paid his small amount of money and Hadley proudly waved around her bill, which amounted to zero dollars and zero cents. "The owner wanted to charge you $19.63 because of the cola incident, but I talked him out of it," Rolf informed her.

She smiled and thanked him and turned to leave when Rolf called out one more thing. "Hey, Hadley! I've worked with you for three years, and I want to know… can I call you Hads?"

Banshee smirked. "Sorry, dude, only I, as her ginger buddy, can call her Ha-"

"Sure, Rolfie!"