Okay a while ago I talked about a new Jamie story, so here it is. I think
Jamie is the coolest of the recruits (coolest evo char is Kurt I wholly
believe this)
Jamie walked out of Professor Xavier office a little behind his classmates. They all talked excitedly to each other, but ignored him. The professor had just announced that the new recruits would begin attending normal schools tomorrow. Jamie had been the reason for the plural on the word "school". Being only twelve, several years younger than anyone else, he was still in middle school. While the others would have each other around to protect them from mutant haters, Jamie would be alone.
"I really should be used to it," Jamie thought, "I was alone out on the farm, and I'm alone here." He was so deep in thought that he didn't even see Scott around the corner. And thus Scott and four Jamie's wound up on the floor. "Sorry," Jamie said curtly as he began "cleaning up".
"Something wrong Multiple?" Scott asked. Jamie had never been rude in the times he had spoken to him before.
"I'm just afraid of starting regular school again," Jamie explained. He hated the look Scott was giving him. It said, "Oh poor kid, I'll pay him some attention now so he doesn't feel bad, then I can forget he exists". Jamie hated that. He hated being patronized, a word he had learned from Dr. McCoy. "I am just afraid of being as alone there as I am here."
"What do you mean alone?" Scott asked, "You got the other recruits you have the other X-men, you have the teachers, you're not alone."
"Psh!" Jamie said angrily, "Maybe you have them, but I am just annoying 'Multiple'. Cant control his power, cant do anything cool, and way to young to get any jokes. Maybe you have all those people, but I don't." Jamie pushed past Scott hoping he could get to his room before the tears started flowing.
"Hey," Scott said, "If its worth anything, you got me." Jamie stopped and turned around, the tears still barely held in his eyes. "What I'm saying is, if you have anything you wanna talk about, or maybe if you just wanna hang out, I'm here." Jamie couldn't believe someone would offer him that.
Later that night Jamie decided that his problem was he had no idea what he was supposed to be like. But he had decided, he was going to be like Scott. So when he came out of his room the next morning, he was ready to see the world through rose colored glasses. He stepped into the common room and was walking up to Scott, when Kurt ported in front of him. He stopped in time to prevent other Jamie's from popping out, but not to avoid a slap from Kurt's tail. Kurt turned around to look at him.
"Scott, someone shrank you!" Kurt yelled joking around. Suddenly everybody somehow was in the common room. And everybody noticed that Jamie was wearing a green sweater, khakis, red sunglasses, and had his hair just so.
"Dude Scott, you got a Mini-Me," piped Bobby. Jamie was starting to think maybe this was a bad idea when he finally saw Scott come up and put an arm around him.
"Don't listen to them Jamie, their just jealous of our keen fashion sense." This had almost everyone on the floor in stitches.
Kurt, who had recently had to rethink his entire wardrobe after deciding to start going as himself ("Nothing goes vit Blue," he had been heard saying) said, "Dude, mien muzza has more American fashion sense, and she is in Germany!"
Jamie was starting to feel attacked again when someone else stepped in. "Correction elf, our muther runs around in skin tight vinyl. Jamie, you look good." Jamie couldn't help but blush.
"Thank you Rogue. At least one of my friends can see taste when they see it," Scott said, sounding as arrogant as he could.
"Whoa, hold the boat shades, who said anything 'bout you. You look you missed the Gap when you fell and hit a 'Tweeds-R-Us'" Rogue said poking Scott playfully.
"Students," Professor Xavier said standing in the hall, with the other teachers behind him, "I believe it is time to leave for school. Rogue, are you sure you are comfortable enough. . ." but he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.
"Ah'm good professor, thanks for the wheels," she said jangling a set of keys.
"Uh, Professor," Scott said, "Do you mind if I go ahead and drop Jamie at school, it is on the way after all."
"Yes thank you Scott."
The students all piled into the three vehicles waiting in the driveway. It had been decided that Rogue was an excellent driver, and of age. So she now owned the keys to a jet black pick-up. The new boys, except for Jamie, jumped in the back, and Kurt ported into the passenger seat. Jean, Amara, Kitty and Tabitha piled into the SUV, and drove off in a conservative manner, which was so Jean. At the same time Scott hoped into his little red convertible, Jamie following suit, and peeled out.
The teachers watched them from the window and Ororo sniffled, "Well there they go," sniffle, "You know what this means?"
"I can finally go get a beer?" Logan guessed as he walked off dry eyed.
"We go for eight whole hours," Beast offered, "with out having to replace something or send some one," at this point he coughed rather loudly, and it sounded a lot like the word "Me", "to the med bay?"
"I get a break from a house full of people who are more preoccupied with Dawson' Creek ending, than with global affairs and I can go one day with out accidentally receiving an image of one of you naked?" the professor tried, then under his breath he muttered, "there goes that hope."
"No, that we have finally taught them enough that they maybe ready for the world," Storm answered sternly. She was very worried about all her students, but none more than the littlest one.
Jamie, said littlest one, was very nervous at the moment. Scott had dropped him off, and he was standing in the school yard. Ms. Storm had given him a class schedule to follow. So he already knew how to get to class, the real problem now was how to get people to talk to you. He looked this way and that. He had never seen anyone successfully break into a conversation. The closest he had come was when Kurt had showed him that movie, Night at the Roxbury. Luckily Jean had explained that those had been the wrong ways to do it. Jamie decided it would be best to try this one on one. He spotted a potential friend in a corner, sitting with a book in one hand and a note book in the on her lap, in her hand was a pencil, and on her face was frustration.
Jamie wandered over to see what she was working on. He saw the numbers covering the page. He looked at her equation. "Twenty-five," he said.
She looked up at him, "what?"
"the answer, its twenty-five," Jamie said again. If Jean ever caught him giving answers, he knew he'd be in trouble, she had roared at Kurt for a week when he had done that for him. "You see, that little symbol means you multiply it by itself."
She looked back at the page, and realization covered her face. "Thanks, that equations was kicking my ass," Jamie was taken aback by her language. Jean made everyone talk PG around him, so he assumed that was how kids his age spoke. "Name's Allison," she introduced herself as she stuck out a hand.
"Multi. I mean Jamie."
A shadow fell over Jamie, "Jamie is a girl's name. You a girl?" this voice was entirely unlike Allison's, her voice was sweet and kind, this one was harsh and murderous.
Jamie turned to see the person behind him to be at least three inches taller than he was. Jamie swallowed hard and offered his hand in a futile attempt to be a friend, as apposed to a target, "Ja. Jamie Madrox, you can call me 'James' if you like."
"Back off Thunk," Allison said to the bully, "He was just helping me with my math."
"That true shrimp?" Thunk asked.
"Y.. Yes sir. Multiplying is sort of my specialty. Jamie intended no pun, but he realized how funny it was at the wrong moment. He chuckled softly, and Thunk assumed that Jamie was laughing at him.
"New guy you're about to hurt," and Thunk threw his fist at Jamie as hard as he could. Jamie said a Quick prayer thanking god he had been through all the defense training with Mr. Logan, and then Jamie flipped the bully over using Thunk's own momentum. This made Thunk even angrier, "Oh so what you think you're Jet Chan or somethin?" Jamie wanted to point out that it was Jet Lee or Jackie Chan, but really didn't feel like this was the appropriate time. Suddenly Jamie realized the real thing that made bullies so effective; thugs. Two belonging to Thunk had grabbed Jamie, and Thunk was already up for a hit.
Suddenly a very large figure was between the two. The man was tall and olive skinned. Thunk's face paled as he looked at the tall man. "Something going on here Mr. Torvald?"
"N-n-n no Mr. Takahashi."
"Then why don't you run along, and you two, drop the new guy." The thugs did as they were told, and as Thunk was leaving, he shot Jamie a look that could only be interpreted as "He wont always be around".
"You okay kid?" The big guy said looking at him.
"Yeah, thank you, but if he had hit me. well lets just say he would have had more than he had bargained for," Jamie laughed at the thought.
"You could've taken him out no problem, but you held back. Why?" the teacher was looking at Jamie in a weird way.
"Oh, that little tae kwon do move? Just something a friend taught me. I don't know if I could have taken him on with just that."
"No, I mean I read your file earlier, I know about where you live. So why did you hold back."
"Because, I don't think it would be right to fight with powers against someone with out. Plus I didn't think of it."
The coach laughed softly, "Listen, I am Coach Takahashi; I am the Boys PE Coach. I think I have you fifth period."
"Okay." As the coach walked away Jamie realized that he would have more problems than just being a new kid. He had to worry about if people knew he was a mutant.
He decided that he would have to pull a 'Kurt'. To Jamie, who hadn't seen the way Kurt had behaved in the high school, that meant doing something big, and attention getting. Jamie marched over to a picnic table, took a deep breath and stood up on it. "Can I have your attention please," he called loudly, but still in his polite voice, "I would like to introduce myself. My name is Jamie Madrox," He immediately received a round of applause for having the guts to do that, but he motioned with his hands for them to quiet down. "My friends call me Multiple. I am a Mutant."
This brought utter silence the school yard. Then Thunk hurled his soda bottle, along with the insult, "Freak!" When the soda bottle hit Jamie in the head, two more Jamie's slid out. Jamie stepped down with the help of his two clones. Who as soon as he was on the ground, jumped in to be reabsorbed. The crowds parted as he made his way to home room. Whispers followed him, and he headed in, where the teacher was just setting things up.
Jamie knocked and smiled, "Hi, I'm your new student, Jamie Madrox."
"Ah, yes," the teacher said with distaste. Jamie didn't like the way the teacher was looking at him, as if her were scum, "You are our little mutant, from the Xavier school, hmm?"
"Yes sir, the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youths. Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, I personally believe the school board made a mistake allowing you things into school. I don't want you using what ever unnatural powers you posses to terrorize my students, or to cheat on my tests."
"Sir I would never dream. . ."
"Save it for some one more gullible. I know a monster when I see one. Your seat is in the back, I will thank you not to disrupt my class. And do try to keep up."
The entire ten minutes of class was like that. If Jamie raised a hand he was ignored. If something broke (chalk, pencil tips, or bad reception) filthy glances were cast at Jamie. To make it worse, he also had his first period with this guy. Then in the lull between classes, Allison came in and sat down in the back next to Jamie. She had a big black eye.
Jamie who walked to her side, "What happened to you?"
"You may get beaned in the head by a soda bottle for being a mutant, but well this is what happens to a trophy girlfriend when she says that the mutant was nice."
"I'm sorry." Jamie had no idea what to say. She had gotten hit for being nice about him, and he hadn't even been there. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not hating me."
"Actually," she said leaning over to him, "I'm kind of obsessed with mutants, its almost a fetish."
Jamie had no idea what fetish meant, but he was glad to have someone who didn't blame him for bad reception. "Well, did you wanna study with me some time?" he asked.
"Sure, as you saw this morning I could use it. So your place or mine?"
"Um, yours. The institute is kinda crowded."
"Cool so how about say five?"
"Umm..." but he never got to answer, the bell rang and the teacher cast him an accusatory glare. But midway through the lesson he managed to right on his note book and flash to her,
"FIVE O'CLOCK
MAGNETO HIMSELF COULDN'T STOP ME"
She giggled, unsure of whether he was joking. She wrote back,
"GOOD
YOU BRING THE BRAIN
I'LL BRING THE CHIPS."
The rest of the school day was uneventful. Surprisingly he found Gym to be his favorite class. The reason was somewhere between all the girls being in really short shorts, and the coach being the only person not terrified, or loathing of him.
When he stepped out onto the curb to wait for his ride, he realized that the middle-schoolers got out a half hour later than the high-schoolers. When Scott finally did arrive, he also had Kurt with him. Kurt had been banned from the pick-up for a week for trying to ride on top; his tail had gotten in the way and almost caused Rogue to lose the race she was having with Jean. "Sorry 'bout the wait man, you might need to get Logan to start driving you."
"That's cool, it wasn't your fault," Jamie said as he climbed in the back seat.
"So Mini-Scott, did you make any friends?" Kurt asked jokingly.
"Actually I did make one. Um Scott? Can I get a ride at about four thirty?"
"Sorry man, I can't," Scott said, looking apologetically at Jamie in the rear view mirror, "I promised Rogue I'd help her with some danger room sims. Don't worry we'll ask Logan, even better right."
"Ja, vay better to be dropped off on a Harley than in dis," Kurt concurred.
"Cool, but would Mr. Logan be as . . . well . . . sociable as you? I mean I'm sure Allison will have a million questions, and. . ."
"Vait, dis freund is a girl!" Kurt shouted as he turned around in his seat, "Dude you haf a date! Vay to go! Da fuzzy dude rubs off."
"Its.,., its not a date.,., is it?" Jamie was suddenly panicked, "I mean we are just going to study her math, she's a little rusty. It isn't a date, doesn't it have to be like, a restaurant and movie to be a date?"
"I dunno Jamie, it could be a date," Scott said, playing with Jamie, "Will there be food?"
"Uh, she said she'd bring the chips?"
"Chips, can I come?"
Both Scott and Jamie said the same thing, "No Kurt."
"Vell dats just fine, I am meeting Amanda tonight anyway." With that he stuck his tongue out.
They debated the entire way back to the mansion.
Listen I am not near done with this chap, but I will cut it off here, I have never written one this long before. So I am going to up load this and hope you R/R
By the by, it isn't a date. You haven't met the romantic interest yet, but you do know her brother. She is actual marvel. This should be enough of a hint for the sharper ones out there.
Jamie walked out of Professor Xavier office a little behind his classmates. They all talked excitedly to each other, but ignored him. The professor had just announced that the new recruits would begin attending normal schools tomorrow. Jamie had been the reason for the plural on the word "school". Being only twelve, several years younger than anyone else, he was still in middle school. While the others would have each other around to protect them from mutant haters, Jamie would be alone.
"I really should be used to it," Jamie thought, "I was alone out on the farm, and I'm alone here." He was so deep in thought that he didn't even see Scott around the corner. And thus Scott and four Jamie's wound up on the floor. "Sorry," Jamie said curtly as he began "cleaning up".
"Something wrong Multiple?" Scott asked. Jamie had never been rude in the times he had spoken to him before.
"I'm just afraid of starting regular school again," Jamie explained. He hated the look Scott was giving him. It said, "Oh poor kid, I'll pay him some attention now so he doesn't feel bad, then I can forget he exists". Jamie hated that. He hated being patronized, a word he had learned from Dr. McCoy. "I am just afraid of being as alone there as I am here."
"What do you mean alone?" Scott asked, "You got the other recruits you have the other X-men, you have the teachers, you're not alone."
"Psh!" Jamie said angrily, "Maybe you have them, but I am just annoying 'Multiple'. Cant control his power, cant do anything cool, and way to young to get any jokes. Maybe you have all those people, but I don't." Jamie pushed past Scott hoping he could get to his room before the tears started flowing.
"Hey," Scott said, "If its worth anything, you got me." Jamie stopped and turned around, the tears still barely held in his eyes. "What I'm saying is, if you have anything you wanna talk about, or maybe if you just wanna hang out, I'm here." Jamie couldn't believe someone would offer him that.
Later that night Jamie decided that his problem was he had no idea what he was supposed to be like. But he had decided, he was going to be like Scott. So when he came out of his room the next morning, he was ready to see the world through rose colored glasses. He stepped into the common room and was walking up to Scott, when Kurt ported in front of him. He stopped in time to prevent other Jamie's from popping out, but not to avoid a slap from Kurt's tail. Kurt turned around to look at him.
"Scott, someone shrank you!" Kurt yelled joking around. Suddenly everybody somehow was in the common room. And everybody noticed that Jamie was wearing a green sweater, khakis, red sunglasses, and had his hair just so.
"Dude Scott, you got a Mini-Me," piped Bobby. Jamie was starting to think maybe this was a bad idea when he finally saw Scott come up and put an arm around him.
"Don't listen to them Jamie, their just jealous of our keen fashion sense." This had almost everyone on the floor in stitches.
Kurt, who had recently had to rethink his entire wardrobe after deciding to start going as himself ("Nothing goes vit Blue," he had been heard saying) said, "Dude, mien muzza has more American fashion sense, and she is in Germany!"
Jamie was starting to feel attacked again when someone else stepped in. "Correction elf, our muther runs around in skin tight vinyl. Jamie, you look good." Jamie couldn't help but blush.
"Thank you Rogue. At least one of my friends can see taste when they see it," Scott said, sounding as arrogant as he could.
"Whoa, hold the boat shades, who said anything 'bout you. You look you missed the Gap when you fell and hit a 'Tweeds-R-Us'" Rogue said poking Scott playfully.
"Students," Professor Xavier said standing in the hall, with the other teachers behind him, "I believe it is time to leave for school. Rogue, are you sure you are comfortable enough. . ." but he didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.
"Ah'm good professor, thanks for the wheels," she said jangling a set of keys.
"Uh, Professor," Scott said, "Do you mind if I go ahead and drop Jamie at school, it is on the way after all."
"Yes thank you Scott."
The students all piled into the three vehicles waiting in the driveway. It had been decided that Rogue was an excellent driver, and of age. So she now owned the keys to a jet black pick-up. The new boys, except for Jamie, jumped in the back, and Kurt ported into the passenger seat. Jean, Amara, Kitty and Tabitha piled into the SUV, and drove off in a conservative manner, which was so Jean. At the same time Scott hoped into his little red convertible, Jamie following suit, and peeled out.
The teachers watched them from the window and Ororo sniffled, "Well there they go," sniffle, "You know what this means?"
"I can finally go get a beer?" Logan guessed as he walked off dry eyed.
"We go for eight whole hours," Beast offered, "with out having to replace something or send some one," at this point he coughed rather loudly, and it sounded a lot like the word "Me", "to the med bay?"
"I get a break from a house full of people who are more preoccupied with Dawson' Creek ending, than with global affairs and I can go one day with out accidentally receiving an image of one of you naked?" the professor tried, then under his breath he muttered, "there goes that hope."
"No, that we have finally taught them enough that they maybe ready for the world," Storm answered sternly. She was very worried about all her students, but none more than the littlest one.
Jamie, said littlest one, was very nervous at the moment. Scott had dropped him off, and he was standing in the school yard. Ms. Storm had given him a class schedule to follow. So he already knew how to get to class, the real problem now was how to get people to talk to you. He looked this way and that. He had never seen anyone successfully break into a conversation. The closest he had come was when Kurt had showed him that movie, Night at the Roxbury. Luckily Jean had explained that those had been the wrong ways to do it. Jamie decided it would be best to try this one on one. He spotted a potential friend in a corner, sitting with a book in one hand and a note book in the on her lap, in her hand was a pencil, and on her face was frustration.
Jamie wandered over to see what she was working on. He saw the numbers covering the page. He looked at her equation. "Twenty-five," he said.
She looked up at him, "what?"
"the answer, its twenty-five," Jamie said again. If Jean ever caught him giving answers, he knew he'd be in trouble, she had roared at Kurt for a week when he had done that for him. "You see, that little symbol means you multiply it by itself."
She looked back at the page, and realization covered her face. "Thanks, that equations was kicking my ass," Jamie was taken aback by her language. Jean made everyone talk PG around him, so he assumed that was how kids his age spoke. "Name's Allison," she introduced herself as she stuck out a hand.
"Multi. I mean Jamie."
A shadow fell over Jamie, "Jamie is a girl's name. You a girl?" this voice was entirely unlike Allison's, her voice was sweet and kind, this one was harsh and murderous.
Jamie turned to see the person behind him to be at least three inches taller than he was. Jamie swallowed hard and offered his hand in a futile attempt to be a friend, as apposed to a target, "Ja. Jamie Madrox, you can call me 'James' if you like."
"Back off Thunk," Allison said to the bully, "He was just helping me with my math."
"That true shrimp?" Thunk asked.
"Y.. Yes sir. Multiplying is sort of my specialty. Jamie intended no pun, but he realized how funny it was at the wrong moment. He chuckled softly, and Thunk assumed that Jamie was laughing at him.
"New guy you're about to hurt," and Thunk threw his fist at Jamie as hard as he could. Jamie said a Quick prayer thanking god he had been through all the defense training with Mr. Logan, and then Jamie flipped the bully over using Thunk's own momentum. This made Thunk even angrier, "Oh so what you think you're Jet Chan or somethin?" Jamie wanted to point out that it was Jet Lee or Jackie Chan, but really didn't feel like this was the appropriate time. Suddenly Jamie realized the real thing that made bullies so effective; thugs. Two belonging to Thunk had grabbed Jamie, and Thunk was already up for a hit.
Suddenly a very large figure was between the two. The man was tall and olive skinned. Thunk's face paled as he looked at the tall man. "Something going on here Mr. Torvald?"
"N-n-n no Mr. Takahashi."
"Then why don't you run along, and you two, drop the new guy." The thugs did as they were told, and as Thunk was leaving, he shot Jamie a look that could only be interpreted as "He wont always be around".
"You okay kid?" The big guy said looking at him.
"Yeah, thank you, but if he had hit me. well lets just say he would have had more than he had bargained for," Jamie laughed at the thought.
"You could've taken him out no problem, but you held back. Why?" the teacher was looking at Jamie in a weird way.
"Oh, that little tae kwon do move? Just something a friend taught me. I don't know if I could have taken him on with just that."
"No, I mean I read your file earlier, I know about where you live. So why did you hold back."
"Because, I don't think it would be right to fight with powers against someone with out. Plus I didn't think of it."
The coach laughed softly, "Listen, I am Coach Takahashi; I am the Boys PE Coach. I think I have you fifth period."
"Okay." As the coach walked away Jamie realized that he would have more problems than just being a new kid. He had to worry about if people knew he was a mutant.
He decided that he would have to pull a 'Kurt'. To Jamie, who hadn't seen the way Kurt had behaved in the high school, that meant doing something big, and attention getting. Jamie marched over to a picnic table, took a deep breath and stood up on it. "Can I have your attention please," he called loudly, but still in his polite voice, "I would like to introduce myself. My name is Jamie Madrox," He immediately received a round of applause for having the guts to do that, but he motioned with his hands for them to quiet down. "My friends call me Multiple. I am a Mutant."
This brought utter silence the school yard. Then Thunk hurled his soda bottle, along with the insult, "Freak!" When the soda bottle hit Jamie in the head, two more Jamie's slid out. Jamie stepped down with the help of his two clones. Who as soon as he was on the ground, jumped in to be reabsorbed. The crowds parted as he made his way to home room. Whispers followed him, and he headed in, where the teacher was just setting things up.
Jamie knocked and smiled, "Hi, I'm your new student, Jamie Madrox."
"Ah, yes," the teacher said with distaste. Jamie didn't like the way the teacher was looking at him, as if her were scum, "You are our little mutant, from the Xavier school, hmm?"
"Yes sir, the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youths. Is there something wrong?"
"Yes, I personally believe the school board made a mistake allowing you things into school. I don't want you using what ever unnatural powers you posses to terrorize my students, or to cheat on my tests."
"Sir I would never dream. . ."
"Save it for some one more gullible. I know a monster when I see one. Your seat is in the back, I will thank you not to disrupt my class. And do try to keep up."
The entire ten minutes of class was like that. If Jamie raised a hand he was ignored. If something broke (chalk, pencil tips, or bad reception) filthy glances were cast at Jamie. To make it worse, he also had his first period with this guy. Then in the lull between classes, Allison came in and sat down in the back next to Jamie. She had a big black eye.
Jamie who walked to her side, "What happened to you?"
"You may get beaned in the head by a soda bottle for being a mutant, but well this is what happens to a trophy girlfriend when she says that the mutant was nice."
"I'm sorry." Jamie had no idea what to say. She had gotten hit for being nice about him, and he hadn't even been there. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For not hating me."
"Actually," she said leaning over to him, "I'm kind of obsessed with mutants, its almost a fetish."
Jamie had no idea what fetish meant, but he was glad to have someone who didn't blame him for bad reception. "Well, did you wanna study with me some time?" he asked.
"Sure, as you saw this morning I could use it. So your place or mine?"
"Um, yours. The institute is kinda crowded."
"Cool so how about say five?"
"Umm..." but he never got to answer, the bell rang and the teacher cast him an accusatory glare. But midway through the lesson he managed to right on his note book and flash to her,
"FIVE O'CLOCK
MAGNETO HIMSELF COULDN'T STOP ME"
She giggled, unsure of whether he was joking. She wrote back,
"GOOD
YOU BRING THE BRAIN
I'LL BRING THE CHIPS."
The rest of the school day was uneventful. Surprisingly he found Gym to be his favorite class. The reason was somewhere between all the girls being in really short shorts, and the coach being the only person not terrified, or loathing of him.
When he stepped out onto the curb to wait for his ride, he realized that the middle-schoolers got out a half hour later than the high-schoolers. When Scott finally did arrive, he also had Kurt with him. Kurt had been banned from the pick-up for a week for trying to ride on top; his tail had gotten in the way and almost caused Rogue to lose the race she was having with Jean. "Sorry 'bout the wait man, you might need to get Logan to start driving you."
"That's cool, it wasn't your fault," Jamie said as he climbed in the back seat.
"So Mini-Scott, did you make any friends?" Kurt asked jokingly.
"Actually I did make one. Um Scott? Can I get a ride at about four thirty?"
"Sorry man, I can't," Scott said, looking apologetically at Jamie in the rear view mirror, "I promised Rogue I'd help her with some danger room sims. Don't worry we'll ask Logan, even better right."
"Ja, vay better to be dropped off on a Harley than in dis," Kurt concurred.
"Cool, but would Mr. Logan be as . . . well . . . sociable as you? I mean I'm sure Allison will have a million questions, and. . ."
"Vait, dis freund is a girl!" Kurt shouted as he turned around in his seat, "Dude you haf a date! Vay to go! Da fuzzy dude rubs off."
"Its.,., its not a date.,., is it?" Jamie was suddenly panicked, "I mean we are just going to study her math, she's a little rusty. It isn't a date, doesn't it have to be like, a restaurant and movie to be a date?"
"I dunno Jamie, it could be a date," Scott said, playing with Jamie, "Will there be food?"
"Uh, she said she'd bring the chips?"
"Chips, can I come?"
Both Scott and Jamie said the same thing, "No Kurt."
"Vell dats just fine, I am meeting Amanda tonight anyway." With that he stuck his tongue out.
They debated the entire way back to the mansion.
Listen I am not near done with this chap, but I will cut it off here, I have never written one this long before. So I am going to up load this and hope you R/R
By the by, it isn't a date. You haven't met the romantic interest yet, but you do know her brother. She is actual marvel. This should be enough of a hint for the sharper ones out there.