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  • James' Angel
    Disclaimer: I don t own X-Men or anything related to it... This is based on characters of the movie, not the comic... Rating: PG-13 PLEASE send feedback!!!
    Message 1 of 1 , May 1, 2001
      Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or anything related to
      it... This is based on characters of the movie, not
      the comic...
      Rating: PG-13

      PLEASE send feedback!!! mrs_james_marsden@...

      You Don't Know

      "How's the work going?"the man standing at the door

      "It's going..." the young girl smiled, turning towards

      "Don't work too hard. Get some rest," he replied,
      winking, and turned around heading straight
      down the hall in his plain white t-shirt and flannel
      pants that he sleeps in.

      �There he goes,' she thought, gazing after the tall
      man longingly. Her brown eyes lingered on
      his brown hair, his muscular build, and his firm butt.
      He was slowly getting smaller as he walked
      away from her. All these feelings that Jubilee had
      were kept bottled up inside of her petite self.
      She could never vocalize how she felt about Scott. Or,
      to her, it was Mr. Summers. After all, he
      was her teacher.

      It wasn't like there was that much of an age
      difference anyway. He wasn't that many years further
      than her. But age and status were just the beginning
      of many complications. The biggest, being his
      engagement to another one of her professors, Dr. Jean

      Jubilee looked back at her assignment she was trying
      to write. Coincidentally, it was for Mr. Summers'
      writers' craft class the next day and she knew she
      shouldn't have procrastinated and put it off
      until the night before. The assignment was to "write a
      detailed account of an overwhelming feeling
      or event that you have experienced." She sighed and
      thought how easy it would be if she could only
      write how she felt right then.

      She stared at her computer screen one last time before
      deciding to head downstairs and grab something
      to eat or drink. The break and change in scenery might
      clear her mind. Jubilee grabbed her yellow
      terry-cloth robe and pulled it on over her tank top
      and shorts that she slept in. She crept quietly
      down the stairs as to not wake anyone else up. She
      glanced over at Scott and Jean's bedroom with
      the door closed and the lights off. She forced herself
      to look away and to think of something else.

      Once downstairs, Jubilee got a plate off the shelf of
      the cupboard and tried to find the cookies.
      The box of Oreos weren't where they usually were.
      Through her commotion and haste, she failed to
      notice someone coming up behind her.

      "What are you doing still up?" the voice asked,
      startling Jubilee that she dropped the plate she
      was holding. It came crashing down onto the marble
      floor. She spun around to face the person who
      belonged to the voice, knowing all too well who it
      was. Inches away from her was Scott Summers,
      looking gorgeous, even for the middle of the night.

      "Um... nothing. I was just, uh... hungry, and uh...
      wanted to get something to eat before I finished
      your assignment... uh, I mean, another assignment,"
      Jubilee stammered out. She couldn't believe she
      was getting tongue-tied in front of him. How

      Scott smiled and winked again. "Don't worry, I get the
      munchies late at night too. G'night Jubilee."

      Jubilee smiled back, wishing he wouldn't keep winking
      at her. "G'night Mr. Summers. I'll be up as
      soon as I clean up this mess." He offered to help, but
      Jubilee declined. She wouldn't be able to
      conduct herself properly if he hung around any longer.
      Oh how she loved the way he said her name.

      After she finally cleaned up the broken mess, she
      finally got some inspiration on what to write
      for her assignment. She ran back up to her room,
      forgetting her snack and keeping quiet. She started
      typing madly, without pausing to think. She just
      wanted to get it all out before she lost her train
      of thought.

      There is a man in my life that I adore deeply. It is
      not a happy fairytale ending because I will
      never know if he returns my love. And even if he does,
      it would be of a forbidden love that is never
      meant to be, despite what I convince myself. He is to
      wed a woman who also shares the love I have
      for him. I should feel happiness for him, for he will
      be with her in marriage, and yet I feel an
      overwhelming sense of jealousy and pain and

      Jubilee paused there, thinking about how she should
      word this so as not to entirely tip off to the
      entire class that it is Mr. Summers that she is
      talking about.

      "Hi Jubilee, what are you still doing up?" a voice
      asked from behind her. She wished that everyone
      would stop scaring her like that. It was her roommate,

      "Nothing," she answered quickly, trying to cover up
      her assignment. She didn't want Rogue seeing it
      because she would then know all about it. Besides,
      these were meant to be personal and not read
      aloud in class.

      "Alright, well, I'm off to bed now. Bobby and I just
      saw a wonderful movie. I'll fill you in tomorrow.
      G'night Jubilee..." Rogue said as she changed and
      climbed into bed.

      "Goodnight Rogue," Jubilee replied absentmindedly. She
      was already back into full-swing of her writing

      -THE NEXT DAY-

      "That's it for today's lesson. Before you all leave,
      hand in your assignments on my desk please,"
      Scott announced to the class, followed by a sea of
      groans and the shuffling of papers. Jubilee handed
      in her paper, titled "Longing For Love". She had
      finished the paper after many hours of slaving over
      it and was somewhat glad to be handing it in. Scott
      smiled as she put her paper down, "Hope you didn't
      stay up too late finishing this..." All Jubilee could
      manage was a meek smile as she turned and walked
      out the classroom.


      "Jubilee? Can I speak with you about your paper?"
      Scott asked, knocking at her bedroom door.

      She swallowed, "Sure," she said quietly.

      "I'm going to be out of town for a little while, so I
      just wanted to give back everyone's papers
      before I go so they won't be waiting for it," he

      Jubilee breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't just
      singling her out.

      "I think this assignment was a very well written
      paper," he began. "It contains depth, emotion, and
      a true sense of longing for love, as your title so
      clearly states."

      "I'm glad you liked it Mr. Summers," she said softly,
      "I guess that was the point."

      "Now, one last thing, if you don't mind me asking, who
      is this you are talking about?"

      Jubilee's eyes shot up and looked into his, trying to
      see if he seriously didn't realize it was him
      or he was just trying to get her to admit it. And from
      what she could tell, he genuinely didn't know.

      His eyes kept looking at her, waiting for an answer.
      "Is it a boy in class? At school?"

      "You could say that," she replied, choosing her words
      carefully. "But you don't know him. You don't know."

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      ~ Keeper of Cyclops in his ruby quartz sunglasses, Cyclops when he smiles, Wolvie when he shoots out his claws, Cyclops' DAMN good looks, Toad when he says "quit playin' around" ~
      "So what do you say, Mr. Summers?"
      "I say 'I love you', Ms. Grey. Today. Tomorrow. And every day for the rest of my life."

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