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"There you are! I've been searching everywhere for you!"
"You know I don't like parties." I chuckled and pointed at my ears. "Sensitive hearing, remember?"
"You're such a stick in the mud." Jean huffed and sat next to me. "Where's lover boy?"
"Somewhere, hopefully getting me a drink." I waved it off, resting my head on her shoulder. "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
"Time will tell. All I can say is be careful because you get way too attached sometimes."
"Hence why I keep my distance."
"You shouldn't."
"It keeps me safe."
"Says the biggest risk taker on the team."
"Taking risks with my life is one thing, Jean. This is different." I shrugged and she scoffed. "You know I don't do well with feelings."
"But you're not a machine. You deserve to love and be loved." Jean defended and held my hand. "And honestly, I think Scott is the only person crazy enough to do so because you're a handful and snore when you're not howling."
"He's an overgrown boy scout!"
"And you're the poster child for a deranged lunatic! Opposites attract." She laughed and stood up, pulling me with her. "You need to loosen up."
"And you apparently need your screws tightened."
"Oh, just come dance with me."
"I don't dance, red. Random dance parties in our room don't count."
"Hey, I just heard a bunch of kids calling Jean a pheonix." Scott smiled and handed me a drink. "That's pretty awesome!"
"Jeanie, you alright?" I asked, noticing her eyes begin to glow. "Jean, talk to me."
"Stop... please just stop." She mumbled, holding her head and we were all sent flying back by her powers.
"Jean!" Ororo and I yelled, rushing to her unconscious body on the grass.
"Lyla, what the hell-"
"Call the Professor, Scott... now!"
。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。
"Jean's gonna be fine, Lyla. You're gonna mark the floor with all your pacing."
"I've known her practically all my life it seems... I've never seen her powers like that."
"Hank said the flare made her stronger, remember? She'll be fine." Scott assured as I kept pacing around the kitchen.
"I just have a feeling. Call it instinct." I shrugged as one of the younger students walked in. "The Professor sent all of you to bed, bub."
