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A/N: Okay, so I kind of *know* that this story might be *waaay* out of my area of expertise because I do not consistently read the comics, but I've read *a lot* of X-men fanfics (Don't believe me? Check out my fave stories on my profile) so I *think* I might be able to handle this. The characterizations might be off (sorry to those of you whole REALLY know the X-men) and I might say something that goes against what has happened in the comics, but just bear with me people! And R&R!
Emma Frost walked down the halls of Xavier's Institute with an air of superiority. She was the co-leader and the students had nicknamed her things such as the Ice Queen for her coldness. The only other person in the building who could rival her composure, her coolness, was Jean-Paul Beaubier; aka Northstar.
Today, as Emma Frost strutted down the middle of the hall, the heels of her white, high-heeled boots making sharp clicks against the floor, she had a major head ache.
Although the winter holidays were supposed to be a festive time, it was also a right pain in the ass for teachers. The kids ran around on sugar highs and trailed mushy cold snow all around the institute, screaming and laughing.
Just that morning–Emma had to yell at a group of rowdy teens who had decided it would be funny to start a snow ball fight in the cafeteria and another for flicking bits of ice at each other in the library.
As Emma turned onto the next corridor, two teenagers pulled apart from one another. They smiled sheepishly and pointed at the mistletoe above their heads.
Emma bit back a groan. *Who* had hung mistletoe everywhere?
Down the hall, Bobby Drake and Jubilation Lee ran down the hall, looking for places to hang up the sprigs of mistletoe that had gotten.
"There!" Jubilee giggled, pointing at the archways near the staircase.
Jubilee climbed onto Bobby's shoulder and pinned a sprig to the wood.
"Hey!" Jubilee cried, stopping two passing teenagers, "You two! You have to kiss?"
"No fucking way!" Julian Keller sneered.
"You passed under the mistletoe!" Jubilee insisted.
"Julian does not wish to kiss me and personally, I believe the feeling the mutual." X-23, a new student said quietly.
"Oh please! I don't care! You have to, though! It's not my fault you two decided to pass under it together." Jubilee said, grinning triumphantly.
Julian rolled his eyes, "I'm giving her a fucking tour."
"Such profanity!" Bobby gasped mockingly and reached out to stop Julian and Laura from walking away. "But like the firecracker said: you have to kiss."
Jubilee and Bobby exchanged glances as they recognized the voice.
"You're off the hook for now, Keller!" Bobby called over his shoulder as he and Jubilee sprinted up the staircase and disappeared around the corner.
Emma Frost appeared at the archway at the moment and said, "Ah, Julian. Have you seen Mr. Drake?"
"Yeah… he went up there…" Julian shrugged, waving at the staircase he started walking and shouted, "Come on, X!"
Emma shot Laura a nasty look as she hurried after Hellion.
"Hey, Bobby!" Dani Moonstar called as she saw Jubilee and the Iceman pass, "Shouldn't you and Jubilee be helping with the decorations for the dance?"
"Yeah, but we're spreading the love!" Bobby grinned, waving a clump of mistletoe as they left.
Dani shook her head, mostly to herself. Spreading the love? Bobby and Jubilee were both single!
"Non. I refuse."
"C'mon, Johnny! There aren't enough chaperones." Logan growled.
Jean-Paul walked at a fast pace and Logan was jogging slightly to keep up. He shot Logan a look and sniffed saying, "Why don't you chaperone, then?"
"'cause I need the time off." Logan said
"Oui. However, so do I." Jean-Paul replied shortly. He walked purposefully up the staircase, "I will help with the decorations, but I stand firm on my choice not to chaperone."
"It could help you get to know the kids." Logan tried.
Jean-Paul snorted, "I do not wish to interact with hormonal teenagers who are high on sugar and alcohol they have somehow gotten their hands on."
Logan sighed dramatically, deciding to play his last card, "What if the Iceman asked you?"
"Excuse me?" Jean-Paul said, stopping abruptly.
"You've been throwing pheromones at him for weeks, Johnny, it ain't that hard to figure what's going through your mind. So I *said*, what if Bobby Drake asked you to help chaperone the winter dance?"
"I would still refuse." Jean-Paul said flatly after a moment. He turned on his heel and walked away.
"I'll tell Frost you'll do it, then, 'kay?" Logan called after him.
"Why do *I* have to be on snack-duty?" Bobby whined.
"Because I said so." Scott Summers, one of the original five X-men (along with Bobby) replied.
"But snack-duty *sucks*! I have to watch the punch bowl the whole time to make sure no one spikes it with booze!" Bobby moaned. It was a horribly boring job, and usually somehow the students still managed to mix the drink in at all the dances anyway. The year before, half the students had been with hangovers the morning after the dance. Although no one had ever been caught, Bobby always had a nagging suspicion it was Santo, one of Julian Keller's friends and teammate on the New X-Men squads.
"Hm… that sucks." Was all Scott had to say before he moved away to catch up to Hank McCoy.
"Fuck." Bobby muttered.
"Is something wrong, Robert?"
It was Jean-Paul; Bobby recognized the French accent that belonged to the arrogant Quebecois.
He turned and said, "oh, hey, JP."
"Jean-Paul, if you will."
The stood there, three feet apart and Bobby looking down at the floor.
"So… what's up?" Bobby said after a while, looking.
"I am waiting for your answer." Jean –Paul replied.
"To my question, Robert. I asked what was wrong. Usually one is supposed to reply, non?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Um…you know I'm just bummed; I got snack duty for the dance."
Jean-Paul didn't say anything and Bobby then said, to avoid a longer awkward silence, "Are you going to chaperone, too?"
"Non, I do not *believe* so. However, Wolverine has implied that it is not my choice." Jean Paul finished, looking pained at the thought.
Bobby grinned and slapped Jean Paul on the back, saying cheerfully, "Oh well! At least I'll have someone to share my misery with!"
Bobby glanced up and his grin faltered. He gave Jean Paul a fleeting look and then took off down the hall.
Jean Paul sighed to himself and then turned around. He glanced skyward for a moment to see what Bobby had been looking at.
A few inches overhead from where they had stood was a sprig of mistletoe.
A/N: Okay people, that's just chapter one. I PROMISE you chapter two! And for those of you don't know, I always keep my promises. I'm going to take a moment here to advertise and remind you people to check out my other stories, including the two I have started on under the same pen name.
-The Scratch Man