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"...Just like little girls and boys... Playing with their little
toys..."
Kitty groaned and fumbled for something to throw. If there was one
thing worse than the Beatles at bumblefuck in the morning; it was the
Beatles, sung acapella, at bumblefuck in the morning by a certain fuzzy
blue elf-boy.
"...Seems like all I really was doing (dun dun dun) Was waiting for
*yooooooooo-ooo-ooo-oo-ooo*!"
_Great. Now he's going to do the high notes..._
"No need to beeeeeee alone... No need to *beeeeeeeeeeeeeee* alone.
It's real love. It's re-eee-eee-ee-eal. Yes it's re-eal love--"
*That* did it. Kitty gave up on sleep and stormed towards the boys'
bathroom to pound on the door. "WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP! SOME PEOPLE
ARE TRYING TO *SLEEP*!"
"I can't hear you," Kurt sang out. "I'm washing my hair."
"Just keep it down to a dull roar!" Kitty yelled through the door. She
ignored the sleep-fogged glares of her teammates and considered
compiling a top ten list of nasty things to do in revenge to Kurt, and
then carrying them out. "Some of us want to wake up like, *after* dawn
you know..."
"Too late for that *now*," said Ray. He yawned. "Why the hell you
gotta throw a hissy fit at four in the morning?"
"...No need to beeeee alone... No need to *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
alone..."
"Like, answer your question?" Her brain caught up with what Ray said,
"And I am *NOT* throwing a *hissy fit*! I am just *trying* to get some
*sleep*!"
"Uhn. Sorry, my bad," he placated. "Tantrum." Then he wisely shut and
locked his door before Kitty could throw something at him.
"It wouldn't like, be so bad if he like, hasn't been doing it for FIVE
STRAIGHT *DAYS*!"
"Well sorry for being happy," Kurt sarcasmed through the door.
"You could at least like, give us a break and sing something *else*."
He started on _She Loves You_ in German.
"*RRRRR*!" She swore; soon, steam would be coming out of her ears...
_Oh, the heck with it. I might as well start getting ready today, too.
At least I like, have dibs on the girls' bathroom._
"I... love... you..." Kurt sang under his breath as he brushed himself
down. Never before had he taken such care of himself. Not even when
Kitty asked him out to the movies and then 'took a rain check' for some
test, yet still had time to go out somewhere with Lance.
_Ach, forget it. She was never really interested, anyway. The endless
times she ran screaming should have been a *slight* clue..._ His head
filled with memories. His ernest attempts to gain her affections, her
retreating back at warp seven.
No more. Not since he found Amanda.
Amanda would never run away, accompanied by squeals of, "Ewww,
*gross*!" nor would she cringe at the touch of his fur as if he carried
some infectious disease.
Kitty only warmed to him after his life had been in peril. Were it not
for Rogue, Kurt was sure, she'd still be afraid to share his air.
But Amanda wasn't like that. Amanda liked his fur, his little purrs
when she touched him, his tail tricks - which mostly involved sneaking
around her waist and giving her a squeeze. Kitty, as far as Kurt
recalled, had shuddered and phased away as quickly as she could.
*Amanda* giggled.
Ah, lovely, curvacious Amanda... She was, in Kurt's humble opinion,
stacked like a brick smokehouse. And, to make things even more perfect,
she was eminently huggable. Every time he wrapped his arms around her,
he never had to worry about finding a protruding bone poking through her
lovely skin. No stupid diets for *this* fraulein. She *knew* how to fill
a dress.
Amanda was *definitely* a 'keeper'.
Kurt selected his clothes with care, balancing how they'd look on both
his hologram *and* his normal self. _What a phrase..._ he thought.
_'Normal' self. I never thought I'd use it on *me*._ He grinned. What a
difference one woman could make.
Kitty glared daggers at Kurt as he 'stopped for a chat' at Amanda's
locker. What did he *see* in that hippo? Look at her! She's like,
*enormous*. _Hmp. Probably recognises someone *else* who's like, totally
*desperate*._ Kitty gnawed on a piece of celery, chewing slowly so that
her stomach would feel fuller sooner.
Ew, *gross*! Kurt was feeding her fries from *Gut Bomb*... Like,
totally *lard*some! *And* she like, gulped them down as if she was
starving. Like she'd ever need food. She was practically a carnival
attraction.
"Birds of a feather," said Tabitha, voicing Kitty's thoughts. She was
looking a little jealous herself. "...urgh... What does he *see* in her?
I mean, what has she got that *I* haven't?" She reseated her boobs so
that more of them spilled out of her top.
"Maybe like, a butt the size of Utah," said Kitty. She looked at
Tabitha. Tabitha looked back. They both grinned. By unspoken agreement
they started cruising towards the couple.
"I swear, that girl is so fat," Tabitha began, "she can't wear black
at the beach. Greenpeace keeps trying to put her back in the sea."
Kitty laughed. "She's so fat that she like, loans her dresses to
campers."
"She's so fat, National Geographic did a documentary on her!"
"She's so fat, her ass has its own zip code."
Kurt, as usual, was completely missing the point. "Gut morning," he
said, still cheery. "You girls doing 'yo mama'?"
"No," said Tabitha.
"We're doing 'yo girlfriend'." She and Tabby burst out laughing as
they rounded the corner, then they laid on speed, just in case.
Amanda was just plain stunned. "I thought Kitty was *nice*," she
said.
"She *was* nice," said Kurt. "I don't get it. Before you and I got
together, she couldn't stand to be near me. Now, she's acting all
jealous..."
"Maybe she's feeling ignored," she suggested. Inside her head, she was
regretting those fries. "Um. Do you think I'm fat, Kurt?"
He lunged at her, seized her waist with a sexy growl and tipped her
backwards for a passionate kiss. When he came up for air, his eyes were
full of love and mischief. "Answer your question, liebe?"
Amanda waited until the stars went away from her field of vision.
"...wow..."
"Never diet," he purred. "I love you for *you*." He helped her back
onto her feet. "You wouldn't be the same if there was less of you to
love."
"Shut up and kiss me," she cooed.
Kurt was happy to oblige. Where and how he learned to kiss like that
was a mystery to her, but Amanda was very glad that he did. He could
make her float. He could make her fly.
"*Eeewwwww*... Like, get a room!"
They broke their kiss, but not their embrace.
"Did you hear something, geliebt?" said Kurt.
"Mmmmm... Nah," said Amanda.
Stupid Amada. Stupid Kurt. Stupid fat Amanda. Stupid ugly Kurt. Stupid
love.
"Kurt loves Amanda" had been doodled onto her desk by one of the two.
Ew.
She was so *fat*. If it weren't for the breasts, she could be a guy in
drag.
Kitty started to grin evilly, and doodled next to the love-heart,
"Kurt loves a man, duh," as a form of petty revenge.
Stupid both of them. They like, practically deserved each other. They
were like, freaks.
_Not like me,_ Kitty gloated. _I'm perfect in every way. I'm the
perfect size. I'm the perfect weight. I have the perfect boyfriend - the
cool, leather-wearing rebel type. And those muscles..._ She sighed.
"Miss *Pryde*!"
"...huh?" Kitty blushed. She'd been *deep* into lala land. "Like, what
was the question?"
The rest of the class erupted into laughter.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder in the queue for the cafeteria
counter. Kitty turned to find Amanda.
"Who are *you* to talk about being sexless?" she demanded. "Girl, you
ain't even got *breasts*."
"I have them," Kitty said, trying to remain calm. She was almost
Sixteen and still wearing training bras. "I like, just don't *flaunt*
them like some like, cheap whore."
"You come up with that all by yourself? Or did you have to look it
up?" Amanda folded her arms, co-incidentally bumping up her cleavage.
"If you did, I'm surprised you could *see*, what with that Mimi-wannabe
makeup job you've got on."
"Yeah, that's right," Kitty snarled. "Bump 'em up even more. Let the
whole world see you've got like, implants or something. And FYI? This
happens to be the latest style. Fresh from Vogue."
Amanda snorted. "Last time I saw a fright job like that, it was to
cover up a black eye."
"So you'd like, know about that, would you?"
"How about it, Pryde? Has your boyfriend stopped hitting you?"
"Has *yours*?"
"Katzchen!" Kurt chided. "Amanda! Stop it! What's got into you?"
Amanda was still fuming, "Skinny McBitchlet, over here, ruined *our*
desk. You know, the one we share?"
"I like, didn't see your name on it anywhere, Tubby McLard!"
"You did too, you little ho'! It had 'loves' in between them!"
"Amanda, stop that. Please. It isn't you." Kurt held her hand in both
of his and, to Kitty's infinite surprise, Amanda started crying.
"...she ruined *our* desk," she whimpered. "I was gonna do flowers
around the heart and she said I looked like a man..."
Kurt hugged her. "Shhh... shhh... It's only graffitti. It's not as
important as you being happy, ja?" He kissed her face. "*I* know you're
a woman. A *real* woman. That should be enough, nein?"
Kitty stormed up to the counter and ordered a salad and some skim
milk. _Skinny McBitchlet!_ She fumed as she paid for her meal. _I'll
'Skinny McBitchlet' *her*! She's just jealous 'cause I'm *perfect* and
she's just a fat hippo of an elephant *bitch* that *my* Kurt is
hopelessly in love with._
Waitasecond...
What if--?
No. Kitty wasn't the jealous type. Just because Kurt dropped her like
a hot potato for that *cow* didn't mean that she, Kitty Pryde, was
suffering from a major bout of sour grapes. Of course it didn't. She was
just - used to his company or something.
It was *his* stupid fault anyway. For being such a gentle, kind,
considerate and above all *passionate* person with *her*, while she just
seemed to be Lance's tag-along.
Speaking of whom... Kitty settled into a seat next to him. "Like, hi,"
she said, pretending cheer.
"Hey, pretty-Kitty," he smiled, at least. But there was no hug. No
kiss. No sneaky little under-the-table hand games. He went back to his
conversation with the rest of the Brotherhood.
"Lance? Am I like, unattractive?"
"*Wooo*!" Said Tabitha.
"Someone's dropped a bomb," said Fred.
Todd did a long, descending whistle, and Pietro did the explosion.
"Shut up," said Lance. "What's the matter, Kitty? Someone tell you you
looked bad?"
Kitty sniffed. "Not 'xactly..." tears filled up her eyes.
Todd sighed. "Whup. There we go. She's PMSing again, yo."
Tabitha whacked him on the back of his head.
She was too late. Kitty was already in hysterical-babble mode.
Kurt stared over at the table Kitty shared with Lance. Watching her
cry from afar. He couldn't help but feel sad in sympathy.
"You're still kinda hung up on her, aren't you?" Amanda murmured in
his ear.
Kurt leaned against her shoulder and sighed. "I can't help but think
she's made a bad choice in Lance. He's bad for her."
"Hey, it's her choice, right?" Amanda gave him a hug, and tickled his
hidden tail. "Come on. You were telling me how she did nothing but run
screaming from you every time you even *winked* at her. The way I figure
it, it's her loss."
"I know, liebe," he snuggled into her embrace. Ah, bliss. "I just
don't want to see her hurt."
"You're such a sweetie," she kissed him. "But you can't make her
choices for her. She'll learn the hard way. We can help her pick up the
pieces when it all goes bad."
"But I don't want to," he protested. "I don't want it to go bad. I
wish her every happiness; I do."
Amanda 'awww'ed. "Come on, sweetheart. Let her go. She can have her
sour grapes, but we got each other, right?"
"Ja," Kurt instantly warmed to her. "We have each other." He kissed
his way along her neck and nuzzled her hair with a purr, revelling anew
in how squeezable she was.
"Kurt, you're tickling..." Amanda giggled.
"Want me to stop?"
"*No*."
"Just checking."
Kitty sighed. After the obligatory concilliatory hug, Lance had all
but forgotten her so he could talk to 'the guys'. Across the way, Kurt
and Amanda were in an interesting tangle across two chairs. The others
had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention.
_Look at them. They have to be so perfect for each other. And he has
to devote all of his attention to her. Just the other day, he had to
appologise for needing to do an assignment..._ Lance didn't 'do' many
assignments, and preferred instead to show Kitty how much difficulty he
was having with it, asking her 'help' and then slipping off for a
smoke.
Lance and the rest of the Brotherhood left her behind, again, with her
doing their homework for them.
_Face it, Pryde, you missed the boat. Big time._
"Hey," said Tabitha. She'd come back for who knew what reason. "Know
how you feel. Blue left me high and dry, too."
"You left *him* hanging first, you know," said Kitty.
"Eh, and you treated him like an old coat, so what. I'm just trying to
help out."
"Like how?"
"How's about a little revenge? Boom-boom style..."
It was poetry in motion, the way her energy-bomb arced through the air
to land squarely in the gigantic heap of pasta bolognaise bake and fries
that they were sharing. And, with perfect timing, it erupted just as
they were turning back to it. They were covered in calories. It was
beautiful.
_HA!_ Kitty thought, pretending innocense with Tabitha. _That'll show
*them*._ For what, she couldn't precisely tell, but it felt immensely
better to have Kurt looking like the pig she thought he was.
She didn't even care that the whole school was laughing at them. They
got what they deserved for making her feel scummy even though she was in
love. They didn't have any right whatsoever to be perfectly happy while
she and Lance were sort of - just barely getting along.
So there.
This *had* to be one for her journal. A nice couple, otherwise, were
dripping food remnants on the linoleum. The girl was in hysterics.
"Someone threw a cherry bomb into our lunch," said the boy,
unrecognisable but for his German accent. There was only one German kid
in Bayville High - Kurt Wagner. "I think I might have to take her home.
You know - shock and everything."
"You could take some cleaning up, too," said Delores. She wrote the
relevant details down in the book and got out a roll of paper towels -
always handy with those boarding-school kids around. "Here. This should
help get off the worst of it."
The girl managed something that could have been, "My new dress" or
"Oh, the stress" or "I'm a mess" and dissolved into hysteria again.
"Easy, honey," soothed Delores. "It isn't the end of the world. Give
everyone a week and this'll be old news."
Kurt gently wiped her face clean. "There. See? You'll be better in no
time. Let me get your hair."
"You're a mess, too," murmured the girl, grabbing another paper towel
to fix him. "This must be awful for you. Your poor --"
"Shh, liebe. Aussenseiter."
"Hm," she towelled his face off. "I keep forgetting. You're always you
to me."
Delores rolled her eyes. Kids in love. They only made sense to each
other.
"You *can* borrow my shower, you know," said Amanda.
Kurt had his eyes tight shut and his hands tight around his tail,
wrists pressing into his knees. "I-I-I-I t-tend to think of that as more
of an 'engagement' thing, r-really."
Amanda giggled as she finished up her shower. "Ah, my poor Fuzzy.
You're so proper."
Kurt just tried to swallow and not think of Amanda's nakedness. It
didn't matter *how* many locked doors were between the two of them, she
was temptation.
"Ta da!" She was back in the lounge room, where he'd been sitting
prim. He could hear the difference. "Open your eyes, silly. It's safe."
He did. "You're gorgeous," he whispered.
Amanda pounced on him. "You keep telling me that."
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"...Just like little girls and boys... Playing with their little
toys..."
Kitty groaned and fumbled for something to throw. If there was one
thing worse than the Beatles at bumblefuck in the morning; it was the
Beatles, sung acapella, at bumblefuck in the morning by a certain fuzzy
blue elf-boy.
"...Seems like all I really was doing (dun dun dun) Was waiting for
*yooooooooo-ooo-ooo-oo-ooo*!"
_Great. Now he's going to do the high notes..._
"No need to beeeeeee alone... No need to *beeeeeeeeeeeeeee* alone.
It's real love. It's re-eee-eee-ee-eal. Yes it's re-eal love--"
*That* did it. Kitty gave up on sleep and stormed towards the boys'
bathroom to pound on the door. "WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP! SOME PEOPLE
ARE TRYING TO *SLEEP*!"
"I can't hear you," Kurt sang out. "I'm washing my hair."
"Just keep it down to a dull roar!" Kitty yelled through the door. She
ignored the sleep-fogged glares of her teammates and considered
compiling a top ten list of nasty things to do in revenge to Kurt, and
then carrying them out. "Some of us want to wake up like, *after* dawn
you know..."
"Too late for that *now*," said Ray. He yawned. "Why the hell you
gotta throw a hissy fit at four in the morning?"
"...No need to beeeee alone... No need to *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*
alone..."
"Like, answer your question?" Her brain caught up with what Ray said,
"And I am *NOT* throwing a *hissy fit*! I am just *trying* to get some
*sleep*!"
"Uhn. Sorry, my bad," he placated. "Tantrum." Then he wisely shut and
locked his door before Kitty could throw something at him.
"It wouldn't like, be so bad if he like, hasn't been doing it for FIVE
STRAIGHT *DAYS*!"
"Well sorry for being happy," Kurt sarcasmed through the door.
"You could at least like, give us a break and sing something *else*."
He started on _She Loves You_ in German.
"*RRRRR*!" She swore; soon, steam would be coming out of her ears...
_Oh, the heck with it. I might as well start getting ready today, too.
At least I like, have dibs on the girls' bathroom._
"I... love... you..." Kurt sang under his breath as he brushed himself
down. Never before had he taken such care of himself. Not even when
Kitty asked him out to the movies and then 'took a rain check' for some
test, yet still had time to go out somewhere with Lance.
_Ach, forget it. She was never really interested, anyway. The endless
times she ran screaming should have been a *slight* clue..._ His head
filled with memories. His ernest attempts to gain her affections, her
retreating back at warp seven.
No more. Not since he found Amanda.
Amanda would never run away, accompanied by squeals of, "Ewww,
*gross*!" nor would she cringe at the touch of his fur as if he carried
some infectious disease.
Kitty only warmed to him after his life had been in peril. Were it not
for Rogue, Kurt was sure, she'd still be afraid to share his air.
But Amanda wasn't like that. Amanda liked his fur, his little purrs
when she touched him, his tail tricks - which mostly involved sneaking
around her waist and giving her a squeeze. Kitty, as far as Kurt
recalled, had shuddered and phased away as quickly as she could.
*Amanda* giggled.
Ah, lovely, curvacious Amanda... She was, in Kurt's humble opinion,
stacked like a brick smokehouse. And, to make things even more perfect,
she was eminently huggable. Every time he wrapped his arms around her,
he never had to worry about finding a protruding bone poking through her
lovely skin. No stupid diets for *this* fraulein. She *knew* how to fill
a dress.
Amanda was *definitely* a 'keeper'.
Kurt selected his clothes with care, balancing how they'd look on both
his hologram *and* his normal self. _What a phrase..._ he thought.
_'Normal' self. I never thought I'd use it on *me*._ He grinned. What a
difference one woman could make.
Kitty glared daggers at Kurt as he 'stopped for a chat' at Amanda's
locker. What did he *see* in that hippo? Look at her! She's like,
*enormous*. _Hmp. Probably recognises someone *else* who's like, totally
*desperate*._ Kitty gnawed on a piece of celery, chewing slowly so that
her stomach would feel fuller sooner.
Ew, *gross*! Kurt was feeding her fries from *Gut Bomb*... Like,
totally *lard*some! *And* she like, gulped them down as if she was
starving. Like she'd ever need food. She was practically a carnival
attraction.
"Birds of a feather," said Tabitha, voicing Kitty's thoughts. She was
looking a little jealous herself. "...urgh... What does he *see* in her?
I mean, what has she got that *I* haven't?" She reseated her boobs so
that more of them spilled out of her top.
"Maybe like, a butt the size of Utah," said Kitty. She looked at
Tabitha. Tabitha looked back. They both grinned. By unspoken agreement
they started cruising towards the couple.
"I swear, that girl is so fat," Tabitha began, "she can't wear black
at the beach. Greenpeace keeps trying to put her back in the sea."
Kitty laughed. "She's so fat that she like, loans her dresses to
campers."
"She's so fat, National Geographic did a documentary on her!"
"She's so fat, her ass has its own zip code."
Kurt, as usual, was completely missing the point. "Gut morning," he
said, still cheery. "You girls doing 'yo mama'?"
"No," said Tabitha.
"We're doing 'yo girlfriend'." She and Tabby burst out laughing as
they rounded the corner, then they laid on speed, just in case.
Amanda was just plain stunned. "I thought Kitty was *nice*," she
said.
"She *was* nice," said Kurt. "I don't get it. Before you and I got
together, she couldn't stand to be near me. Now, she's acting all
jealous..."
"Maybe she's feeling ignored," she suggested. Inside her head, she was
regretting those fries. "Um. Do you think I'm fat, Kurt?"
He lunged at her, seized her waist with a sexy growl and tipped her
backwards for a passionate kiss. When he came up for air, his eyes were
full of love and mischief. "Answer your question, liebe?"
Amanda waited until the stars went away from her field of vision.
"...wow..."
"Never diet," he purred. "I love you for *you*." He helped her back
onto her feet. "You wouldn't be the same if there was less of you to
love."
"Shut up and kiss me," she cooed.
Kurt was happy to oblige. Where and how he learned to kiss like that
was a mystery to her, but Amanda was very glad that he did. He could
make her float. He could make her fly.
"*Eeewwwww*... Like, get a room!"
They broke their kiss, but not their embrace.
"Did you hear something, geliebt?" said Kurt.
"Mmmmm... Nah," said Amanda.
Stupid Amada. Stupid Kurt. Stupid fat Amanda. Stupid ugly Kurt. Stupid
love.
"Kurt loves Amanda" had been doodled onto her desk by one of the two.
Ew.
She was so *fat*. If it weren't for the breasts, she could be a guy in
drag.
Kitty started to grin evilly, and doodled next to the love-heart,
"Kurt loves a man, duh," as a form of petty revenge.
Stupid both of them. They like, practically deserved each other. They
were like, freaks.
_Not like me,_ Kitty gloated. _I'm perfect in every way. I'm the
perfect size. I'm the perfect weight. I have the perfect boyfriend - the
cool, leather-wearing rebel type. And those muscles..._ She sighed.
"Miss *Pryde*!"
"...huh?" Kitty blushed. She'd been *deep* into lala land. "Like, what
was the question?"
The rest of the class erupted into laughter.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder in the queue for the cafeteria
counter. Kitty turned to find Amanda.
"Who are *you* to talk about being sexless?" she demanded. "Girl, you
ain't even got *breasts*."
"I have them," Kitty said, trying to remain calm. She was almost
Sixteen and still wearing training bras. "I like, just don't *flaunt*
them like some like, cheap whore."
"You come up with that all by yourself? Or did you have to look it
up?" Amanda folded her arms, co-incidentally bumping up her cleavage.
"If you did, I'm surprised you could *see*, what with that Mimi-wannabe
makeup job you've got on."
"Yeah, that's right," Kitty snarled. "Bump 'em up even more. Let the
whole world see you've got like, implants or something. And FYI? This
happens to be the latest style. Fresh from Vogue."
Amanda snorted. "Last time I saw a fright job like that, it was to
cover up a black eye."
"So you'd like, know about that, would you?"
"How about it, Pryde? Has your boyfriend stopped hitting you?"
"Has *yours*?"
"Katzchen!" Kurt chided. "Amanda! Stop it! What's got into you?"
Amanda was still fuming, "Skinny McBitchlet, over here, ruined *our*
desk. You know, the one we share?"
"I like, didn't see your name on it anywhere, Tubby McLard!"
"You did too, you little ho'! It had 'loves' in between them!"
"Amanda, stop that. Please. It isn't you." Kurt held her hand in both
of his and, to Kitty's infinite surprise, Amanda started crying.
"...she ruined *our* desk," she whimpered. "I was gonna do flowers
around the heart and she said I looked like a man..."
Kurt hugged her. "Shhh... shhh... It's only graffitti. It's not as
important as you being happy, ja?" He kissed her face. "*I* know you're
a woman. A *real* woman. That should be enough, nein?"
Kitty stormed up to the counter and ordered a salad and some skim
milk. _Skinny McBitchlet!_ She fumed as she paid for her meal. _I'll
'Skinny McBitchlet' *her*! She's just jealous 'cause I'm *perfect* and
she's just a fat hippo of an elephant *bitch* that *my* Kurt is
hopelessly in love with._
Waitasecond...
What if--?
No. Kitty wasn't the jealous type. Just because Kurt dropped her like
a hot potato for that *cow* didn't mean that she, Kitty Pryde, was
suffering from a major bout of sour grapes. Of course it didn't. She was
just - used to his company or something.
It was *his* stupid fault anyway. For being such a gentle, kind,
considerate and above all *passionate* person with *her*, while she just
seemed to be Lance's tag-along.
Speaking of whom... Kitty settled into a seat next to him. "Like, hi,"
she said, pretending cheer.
"Hey, pretty-Kitty," he smiled, at least. But there was no hug. No
kiss. No sneaky little under-the-table hand games. He went back to his
conversation with the rest of the Brotherhood.
"Lance? Am I like, unattractive?"
"*Wooo*!" Said Tabitha.
"Someone's dropped a bomb," said Fred.
Todd did a long, descending whistle, and Pietro did the explosion.
"Shut up," said Lance. "What's the matter, Kitty? Someone tell you you
looked bad?"
Kitty sniffed. "Not 'xactly..." tears filled up her eyes.
Todd sighed. "Whup. There we go. She's PMSing again, yo."
Tabitha whacked him on the back of his head.
She was too late. Kitty was already in hysterical-babble mode.
Kurt stared over at the table Kitty shared with Lance. Watching her
cry from afar. He couldn't help but feel sad in sympathy.
"You're still kinda hung up on her, aren't you?" Amanda murmured in
his ear.
Kurt leaned against her shoulder and sighed. "I can't help but think
she's made a bad choice in Lance. He's bad for her."
"Hey, it's her choice, right?" Amanda gave him a hug, and tickled his
hidden tail. "Come on. You were telling me how she did nothing but run
screaming from you every time you even *winked* at her. The way I figure
it, it's her loss."
"I know, liebe," he snuggled into her embrace. Ah, bliss. "I just
don't want to see her hurt."
"You're such a sweetie," she kissed him. "But you can't make her
choices for her. She'll learn the hard way. We can help her pick up the
pieces when it all goes bad."
"But I don't want to," he protested. "I don't want it to go bad. I
wish her every happiness; I do."
Amanda 'awww'ed. "Come on, sweetheart. Let her go. She can have her
sour grapes, but we got each other, right?"
"Ja," Kurt instantly warmed to her. "We have each other." He kissed
his way along her neck and nuzzled her hair with a purr, revelling anew
in how squeezable she was.
"Kurt, you're tickling..." Amanda giggled.
"Want me to stop?"
"*No*."
"Just checking."
Kitty sighed. After the obligatory concilliatory hug, Lance had all
but forgotten her so he could talk to 'the guys'. Across the way, Kurt
and Amanda were in an interesting tangle across two chairs. The others
had to tap him on the shoulder to get his attention.
_Look at them. They have to be so perfect for each other. And he has
to devote all of his attention to her. Just the other day, he had to
appologise for needing to do an assignment..._ Lance didn't 'do' many
assignments, and preferred instead to show Kitty how much difficulty he
was having with it, asking her 'help' and then slipping off for a
smoke.
Lance and the rest of the Brotherhood left her behind, again, with her
doing their homework for them.
_Face it, Pryde, you missed the boat. Big time._
"Hey," said Tabitha. She'd come back for who knew what reason. "Know
how you feel. Blue left me high and dry, too."
"You left *him* hanging first, you know," said Kitty.
"Eh, and you treated him like an old coat, so what. I'm just trying to
help out."
"Like how?"
"How's about a little revenge? Boom-boom style..."
It was poetry in motion, the way her energy-bomb arced through the air
to land squarely in the gigantic heap of pasta bolognaise bake and fries
that they were sharing. And, with perfect timing, it erupted just as
they were turning back to it. They were covered in calories. It was
beautiful.
_HA!_ Kitty thought, pretending innocense with Tabitha. _That'll show
*them*._ For what, she couldn't precisely tell, but it felt immensely
better to have Kurt looking like the pig she thought he was.
She didn't even care that the whole school was laughing at them. They
got what they deserved for making her feel scummy even though she was in
love. They didn't have any right whatsoever to be perfectly happy while
she and Lance were sort of - just barely getting along.
So there.
This *had* to be one for her journal. A nice couple, otherwise, were
dripping food remnants on the linoleum. The girl was in hysterics.
"Someone threw a cherry bomb into our lunch," said the boy,
unrecognisable but for his German accent. There was only one German kid
in Bayville High - Kurt Wagner. "I think I might have to take her home.
You know - shock and everything."
"You could take some cleaning up, too," said Delores. She wrote the
relevant details down in the book and got out a roll of paper towels -
always handy with those boarding-school kids around. "Here. This should
help get off the worst of it."
The girl managed something that could have been, "My new dress" or
"Oh, the stress" or "I'm a mess" and dissolved into hysteria again.
"Easy, honey," soothed Delores. "It isn't the end of the world. Give
everyone a week and this'll be old news."
Kurt gently wiped her face clean. "There. See? You'll be better in no
time. Let me get your hair."
"You're a mess, too," murmured the girl, grabbing another paper towel
to fix him. "This must be awful for you. Your poor --"
"Shh, liebe. Aussenseiter."
"Hm," she towelled his face off. "I keep forgetting. You're always you
to me."
Delores rolled her eyes. Kids in love. They only made sense to each
other.
"You *can* borrow my shower, you know," said Amanda.
Kurt had his eyes tight shut and his hands tight around his tail,
wrists pressing into his knees. "I-I-I-I t-tend to think of that as more
of an 'engagement' thing, r-really."
Amanda giggled as she finished up her shower. "Ah, my poor Fuzzy.
You're so proper."
Kurt just tried to swallow and not think of Amanda's nakedness. It
didn't matter *how* many locked doors were between the two of them, she
was temptation.
"Ta da!" She was back in the lounge room, where he'd been sitting
prim. He could hear the difference. "Open your eyes, silly. It's safe."
He did. "You're gorgeous," he whispered.
Amanda pounced on him. "You keep telling me that."