New FIC: You Don't Know (1/1) PG
- Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men or anything related to
it... This is based on characters of the movie, not
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
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
"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.
-LATER THAT NIGHT-
"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
"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."
*�*.��.���`�* * James' Angel * *���`�.��.*�*
~ 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."
Do You Yahoo!?
Yahoo! Auctions - buy the things you want at great prices