Y/n L/n is the son of the Wolverine. But Y/n never got a chance to get to know his father as he was never in his life in the first place. The only thing Y/n has is some dog tags with the name "Logan" on them.And when he would ask his Mom about why h...
The scene opens up at school where we can see the X-men sitting at a table outside.
Scott: Go to Duncan Matthews' party? Eh, I don't think so.
Evan: You gonna finish that moo juice?
Jean then gives hers to Evan.
Jean: you can have mine.(To Scott) Come on. It might be fun.
Scott: Matthews is a jerk.
Y/n: I'll drink to that.
Kitty: No, he's not. I'd go.
Scott: No freshmen allowed.
Kitty: Oh, Matthews is a jerk.
Y/n:(Chuckles)
Scott: Half of the school will be there. Suppose somebody gets too close to Kurt? That holoprojector won't stop them from feeling his fur.
Kurt: Hey, chicks dig the fozzie dude, (To Kitty) Right?
Kitty: I am, like, so out of here.
Kitty gets up and leaves.
Kitty:(Walking away) Later N/n.
Y/n: Later Kitty.
Kurt: Oh, yeah. She can't resist.
Y/n:(Chuckles) If you say so Elf.
Scott: I'm trying to be serious here. Look, we go to Matthews' party, suppose Dukes or Maximoff try to start something? We're not the only mutants in the school, you know?
Evan: Yeah, just the cool ones.
Evan and Kurt high-five.
Jean: Hey, come on, Scott. What's wrong with a little socializing? Right Y/n?
Y/n: Eh? Oh don't bring me into this.
Scott: No really, What's your take on this Y/n?
Y/n:(Sighs) Well if you must know. I say if Kurt wants to go then let him go. What's the big deal? We only get to be teenagers once so why not live in the moment and have some fun.
Scott:(Sighs) I'm sorry, but I don't think it's a good idea.
Kurt: Dude, it's just a party. Time to shake that tail.
Kurt then hops onto the table and starts dancing.
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Kurt's tail then appears.
Scott: Hey, watch the tail.
Scott then grabs and pulls Kurt off the table and back to sitting down.
