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*Note--This story takes place during
the very early years. All of the
used without permission for entertainment purposes only. 
"We're supposed to be using that telescope to be looking for that nebula for our test, not using it so you can spy on Jim Wilson and see what he is working on for the science competition." Bobby Drake accused Hank McCoy. "Shut up Drake or I will tie to your desk chair again. Come on finish the equation." Hank McCoy grumbled not bothering to up from the telescope. "Spying is cheating you know." Bobby continued ignoring Hank's threat. Hank looked up from the telescope just long enough to glare back at Bobby. "He was spying on me when I went down to the public library. Jim was trying to see what I was working on." "Jim was not, I think both you science geeks are taking this way to far. Jim was just picking up a book. He even asked how your project was going. Don' t you think you are taking this a little far?" "I bet he wanted to know how my project is going." Hank sneered looking back in to telescope. "He wants to sabotage my project." Bobby just rolled his eyes at Hank's back "I saw that Drake. You are cruising to get tied to that chair again. " "Professor Xavier rescued me and you got banned from you lab for an entire week." Bobby shot back. "It took him six hours to find you." Hank looked up from the telescope and gave Bobby a thoughtful look "Professor Xavier is either slipping, or we're getting better. My new cold resistant rope truly amazing stuff can take freezing cold and stays sturdy. Truly amazing stuff don't to agree Drake." The last sentence was edged with a threat in Bobby's direction. Bobby responded by sticking his tongue out at Hank. "I feel sorry for you Hank, it's Friday night, and you have so little of a life that all you can do is sit here and obsess about what Jim Wilson is doing for his project, at least Warren had a date tonight." "That's it! I am becoming a recluse and never leaving the house EVER again." Scott Summer announced as he reached the top of the hill Bobby and Hank were standing. "All I ever did was help Sally Hanson fix her flat. That is the last time I ever help a girl out again." Scott added as he dropped the two pizza boxes he was carrying on the ground next to Bobby, "I will NEVER be able to show my face down at Harry's ever again." Hank and Bobby just looked at each other. "Scott do you know your wearing lipstick?" Bobby asked innocently pointing at a spot right next to Scott's mouth. Scott just glared at him and grabbed a napkin and started trying to rub it off. "How do women take this stuff off once they get it on?" Scott grumbled as he continued to rub without much success and getting the lipstick off. "It must take a low grade acid." "Do I get the impression Fearless, that Ms. Hanson is still determined your meant to be together?" Hank just asked in a sweet tone as he opened the pizza box and grabbed a piece. "Face it Scott, no one has ever turned her down before. I mean filthy rich, red headed, bimbos just don't get turned down that often. You’re a challenge, you’re the first one to turn her down." Scott glared at Hank. "Besides, she's a slut." Bobby added almost stuffing a full piece of pizza in to his mouth at one time. Scott turned his glaze from Hank to Bobby in that instant, "That not nice, Bobby." "I have to concur with Bobby's assessment of the situation. So what did the lovely Miss Hanson do?" Hank asked sitting down next to Scott. "Besides try to kiss me, chase me around a table in front of everyone? She started singing 'Take Another Little Piece of My Heart' out of tune might I add, in the middle of Harry's at the top of her lungs, in front of everyone. I dropped the money for the pizzas on the counter, and ran. I think I left Harry a really big tip. I have decided I am never leaving the house again EVER. What else can I do? I made it very clear that I would rather dump gasoline over my head and set myself on fire before I would ever go out with her. How much more blunt do I have say it before she gets the idea?" Scott finished up by taking a small bit out of a piece of pizza he grabbed. "So how is the studying going?" "Lousy. I haven't even had the chance to try to find the Nebula, because Hank has been to busy spying on Jim Wilson to see what he's doing for the science competition and I still am getting a couple of my constellations messed up. I don't know why Professor Xavier is making us learn this stuff." Bobby grumbled. "Besides it's a state requirement? If you ever get lost you can use the stars and the constellations to guide you." Scott stated out loud, and rolled his eyes even if his classmates couldn't see the gesture. "I have told you this stuff before." "I know. I know," Bobby said rolling his eyes, "I still hate it." Right at that moment Hank bolted up and ran over to the telescope and looked in to it saying, "That reminds me. Oh, come on how long does it take you to put an equation together?" Hank looked up from the telescope, "I don't believe it, he's still working on the same part of the equation. I wish he would finish it, so I can confirm my project is more brilliant than his, and I can finish this exercise." "Bobby's right that is boarder line cheating, Hank." Scott stated looking straight at where Hank was standing next to the telescope. Hank just glared at Scott in annoyance. "So your pet has informed me several times this evening. I am still annoyed at you for bring him home." Hank stated indicating Bobby. "I did not bring him home, Professor Xavier did." Scott shot back "I still blame you." Hank sneered right back "Hey! I hate you both." Bobby added indignantly. Right then Warren's voice shot out of the dark singing "So take it, take another little piece of my heart now Baby, Take it if it makes you feel good." Scott just groaned in to his hands. "Oh God, Warren was down at Harry's with his date." Right then Warren landed right next to them smirking at Scott, "Yup, I was there to see it all." Scott just groaned again, "Face it Scott, Sally even stated she had never 'done' a Boy Scout before. I'm hurt. Sally stated you were the best kisser she ever kissed. Coming from Sally that's quite a compliment." "I did not kiss her! She jumped me and kissed me! I don't even like her." Scott shot at Warren rather defensively. "All I did was help her fix her flat and you are enjoying this way too much." Warren just smirked at Scott as he went for a piece of pizza, "That's not Sally's version of what happened. My gosh Scott, if you keep this up I'm going to lose my reputation as the playboy around here. I even had a couple of girls come up and ask me if you have a girlfriend. Being the great guy I am I was quick to inform them you didn't have a girlfriend that you were completely up for grabs." "I think after what Sally did to him tonight, that Scott wishes you might have phrased it a little better than that Warren. I think 'grabbing' is the last thing Scott wants to think about right now." Bobby added in with glee. "Keep it up Bobby. I know where Professor Xavier hid our special rope and I just might talk in my sleep and let the location slip." Scott stated glaring at Bobby. "You’re the one who brought him home." Hank and Warren both stated looking at Scott. "I did not! Professor Xavier brought him home. I was just following orders." "We still blame you." Hand and Warren again added at the same time. "Hey!" "Cheer up Scott it could be worse," Warren added in "Sally could have done it in front of the alluring Ms. Grey. As it is, I'm the only one that was witness to your public humiliation." "Scott says he's becoming a recluse and never leaving the house, just like J. D. Salinger." Bobby quickly added. Warren gave him a strange look. "Who?" "J. D. Salinger, he wrote 'Catcher in the Rye', the book report that is due Monday. Professor Xavier assigned it a month ago." Bobby informed him. "Oh.craap… I forgot. Scott could you help me out here." "After you were such a good friend and informed all those girls I don't have a girlfriend." "You know, any other guy would be thanking me right now." "Hey guys come quick! Jean getting home with her date." Hank motioned from his location at the telescope. "Second week in a row. So that's Josh. They must be getting along fairly well if they are going out for the second weekend." Warren got to the telescope first. "So that's Dorkboy. I think he's really gotta go." Hank took the telescope back from Warren. "Lets see, letterman, three sports, band pin, I think. I can't really be sure about that one. Fairly tall, dark hair, and well built. I agree with Warren's assessment Dorkboy gotta go boys." "Let me see Hank." Scott stated taking his turn looking in to the eyepiece, "I think Hank's right that's a band pin. I don't know though, they don't seem to be acting like that there all that serious." "Are you kidding." Warren butted in grabbing the eyepiece "The dress Jean's wearing says 'first base'." "I have to disagree with Warren I believe the dress says 'play it nice and you may get to first base someday." Hank stated grabbing the telescope from Warren. "I think if Jean catches you spying on her she is going to spin you all around until you all toss your cookies." "Shut up Bobby!" All three stated glaring at Bobby. "You can't say I didn't warn you. Now I want my chance to look." Bobby stated as he grabbed the telescope. "There not there anymore he must have dropped her off and left." "Give me that back Drake. I have spying to do." Hank grabbed the telescope from Bobby. "Hey, I still have to find the Nebula." "Tough. Oh come on Jim your still working on that same equation. I would have been finished hours ago." Hank stated out loud ignoring Bobby complaint completely. Warren turned to Scott, "Well what do you think about Josh?" Scott just shrugged "I think I am going to follow my own advise to Bobby and not listen to a word you and Hank say. I'm not saying anything. I'm still never leaving the house again." "Not listen to a word Hank and Warren say about what Slim?" voice came out of the dark as Jean crested the top of the hill. "Nothing." All the boys stated at once, Bobby had to add a muttered "We're dead." "We're just up here doing guy talk. How's your night going and how did you know we're up here?" Warren asked smoothly. "Actually Hank is spying on Jim Wilson to see what he's doing for his science project. Scott's up here hiding from Sally Hanson, she a big slut you know. Warren is up here plotting, and ragging on Scott about Sally Hanson and I'm up here trying to study for my test but Hank won't let me have the telescope. Do you want some pizza? It's from Harry's." Bobby added in while the others just nodded innocently at Jean. "Pizza would be great. I just came up here to see what you four were up to since you seem to hang out up here on Friday nights and no one has ever thought to invite me up." Jean stated as she grabbed a piece of pizza out of the box. "So you guys are up here talking about Friday nights, guy talk, stalkers and other strange thing that I as a women should not be party too?" The guys just nodded at her. "Well that's nice to know. If I ever catch the four of you spying on me again, you'll wish tossing your cookies is the only thing I'll do to you understand?" The four of them just nodded at her again. Scott just grinned at her, "We sneak up here on the hill to give Professor Xavier a break from the four of us, pig out on Harry's pizza, and take a break from saving the world. We're sorry for spying on you and for not asking if you would like to join us up here sooner. We just assumed you came here with a life that's all. Have a seat Jean, I have a feeling your going to fit right in around here." As Scott motioned for Jean to take a seat next to him, " If you want to stay and hang out, feel free. I could use some female advice on how to handle Sally Hanson." Jean just smiled at them and sat on the ground next to Scott. "Yeah, we didn't invite you up because we thought you wouldn't be interested being a girl and all." Bobby quickly added in handing her a napkin for her pizza. "Scott do you know your wearing lip stick?" Jean asked innocently as she took another bite of her pizza. Scott just groaned. "You can start right now, by telling me how do you women get this stuff off?" "Well…"Jean started as her laugher floated on the night breeze down off the hill.
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