Caldicott-Howlett Apartment
Thornwood, NY.
5:30 P.M.
Marie was coolly mad. Logan was over two hours late. She was pretending to be asleep as she heard Logan coming in the front door. She heard him fling his backpack onto the coat rack. She heard his heavy boots on the stairs as he came up to their room. She heard him pause at the bed and then move into the bathroom. The water in the shower suddenly turned on. Marie patiently waited like a cheetah waiting to strike its prey. She needed that shower to start. She stretched in the bed like a cat before she got up as she heard the water start. Any second now, a naked, tired Logan will be in the shower. Marie listened at the door as Logan started to whistle, ‘You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feeling… She groaned to herself when she figured out what he’s whistling.
‘Gawd, not again… That has got to be every guy’s favorite song…” Marie thought as Logan carried on, whistling away. ‘Well, you’re ‘bout to lose your lovin’ feelin’.
She knocked on the door and entered the steamy bathroom.
“Logan, ah need to use the pot.”
“Yeah sure, just don’t flush. Put the lid down and I’ll do it on the way out.”
So, she did her business, gathered up all of Logan’s clothing, the towels, and with a wicked smile on her face, she flushed the toilet, quietly ran out...
“Three… Two… One…” she counted down as she headed downstairs to the kitchen.
“DAMN IT, MARIE,” Logan yelled as the cold water suddenly hit him.
But the little minx wasn’t done yet. She reached under the counter and got the mopping bucket out. She put it into the sink and filled it half way with water and then she added ice from the freezer. Then she marched back up and into the bathroom as quiet as she can.
Logan was shampooing his hair with a different bottle of shampoo, for the second time when suddenly he smelled Marie nearby. Out of the blue, he unexpectedly got a cold shower of water. He felt the ice cubes as they slid down his back. He heard giggles on her way out as he cried out in anguish. Poor Logan was now shivering from the cold water. He stepped on ice cubes as he tried to get his bearings with shampoo suds in his eyes.
“THIS IS WAR, MARIE,” he yelled at the top of his lungs so that the walls almost shook.
Martial Arts 201
Gymnasium Level 1 Underground
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
12:00 P.M.
Logan walked into the gym to his waiting class. He opened his backpack to pull out his clip board only to find hundreds of mini marshmallows in there. His face immediately turned red as the students began to laugh at him. He ordered them to do twenty laps around the gym while he cleaned up the mess. He was livid by the time he got to his office for lunch break. He sat for a good long while conjuring several ideas on how to get Marie back. He managed to grab a sandwich for lunch before he was late for the next class.
The Foyer
First Floor
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
8:00 A.M.
Logan decided to treat Marie to breakfast out instead of having it at the school. They had a wonderful breakfast at a Denny’s before they hit the road to the school. Logan pulled up in the drive and didn’t park in the garage. Both of them mindlessly got out of the SUV and they headed inside to meet their students. As they walked in there was a collective gasp, worried, and cautious eyes watched them as they headed to their classrooms.
“Ororo, could ah see you for a minute in mah classroom?”
“Yeah, Marie.”
Ororo entered the office and closed the door. The students would be invading the quiet space in less than a half an hour.
“What the hell was up with everybody this mornin’?”
“Oh Marie. I guess you haven’t seen your car yet, have you?”
“What’s wrong with mah car? It’s at home in our garage, in Thornwood.”
“Um, no it’s in the garage here in your space.”
Marie jumped up and ran out of the classroom, gave nobody time to get out of her path. She ran out to the garage and entered her code. Students gathered behind her. As the door opened, she gasped. Her car was now painted Pepto-Bismol pink instead of its original color.
‘Mah gawd, mah car,’ she screamed in her head.
She tried to take a deep breath and count to ten… And then to twenty… And then to thirty. Nothing made her feel better. Tears began to form in her eyes.
“Marie, it’s ok. It can be repainted. Just calm down,” Ororo said as she noticed her friend falling apart.
Then Marie looked up and caught sight of Logan’s treasured motorcycle that used to be Scott’s baby. She couldn’t help but start to get the giggles. Her inner Logan was growling at her but she didn’t care. She left the garage and went back to her classroom.
Martial Arts 101
Gymnasium Level 1 Underground
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
8:30 A.M.
At that same moment Marie came back inside, Ororo had already gone down to the gym to get Logan. He was not going to be happy. She got to see the motorcycle as well. Even the seat and chrome were painted a bright grass green. She felt that maybe things were getting taken a little too far with this practical joke fest between the two of them. Eventually, someone was going to get hurt.
Logan was making the students do their stretching exercises. This was his class for the younger students. The more advanced 201 class were the older students that were teenagers on up to young adults. They were going to get a much more moody instructor before lunch break. He spotted Ororo when she came in and the worried look on her face as she came up to him.
“What is it?” He lowly asked her.
“Can I see you in private for a moment, Logan?”
“Yeah, Kirk, take over. Make sure they start their drills in one minute.”
He followed Ororo out into the hall.
“Logan, there’s no easy way to say this,” she spoke as she rung her hands. “Something has happened to your motorcycle.”
“What? What’s happened to my bike?” Logan growled.
“Go, check out the garage.”
So Logan ran into the elevator and soon he was at the garage. He entered his code and the door began to open.
‘My god, my bike,” Logan screamed in his head as he saw his very green bike.
“Calm down Logan, it can be fixed.”
“Oh god, I don’t even know where to start.”
Beginning Art
First Floor Classrooms
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
8:50 A.M.
Faster than you can say Logan and Marie shipper, Logan was at Marie’s classroom door. He knocked rather loudly and entered before she gave permission to enter.
“Marie, out, now,” he demanded.
Marie saw the furious look on Logan’s face and told the students to continue working on their still life drawings. Then she quickly left the room and closed the door behind her.
“What in the hell did you do to my bike,” Logan growled.
“Ah could ask you the same, sugah,” Marie with an ice laced voice, she poked him in the chest. “Mah car is pink!”
“My bike is green. Wait… You were with me all night. When did you paint my bike?”
“Ah didn’t… But if that’s true, sugah, then when did you paint mah car?”
“I didn’t.”
“Then how?”
“This has gotten out of hand. Chuck’s probably going to be on our asses to get this resolved,” Logan said as he calmed down considerably.
“Now, we bury the hatchet?”
“I think so, but I say we do one more practical joke…”
“On who?”
“Hank,” they said in unanimous decision.
“What did you have in mind,” Logan queried and then smiled before bent his head down and gave her a sweet kiss.
Hank & Ororo’s Room
Instructor’s Wing
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
5:00 A.M.
Hank went to put on his shoes to go work in the lab. He felt something squish between his toes as he slipped his feet into the items. Logan and Marie had gone on a little Mission Impossible, the day before, snuck into Hank and Ororo’s room, and filled his shoes with that melted marshmallow fluff from the jar. Then they declared it a night and went to bed early.
Small Kitchen
First Floor
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
7:30 A.M.
“Cute, real cute, my friends. Next time, keep me out of your games,” Hank grumbled as he found Logan and Marie in the kitchen having coffee and a little breakfast.
Beginning Art
First Floor Classrooms
Xavier’s School for Gifted Students
Westchester, NY.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
7:30 A.M.
Ororo approached Marie in her classroom after a quick breakfast…
“Marie, are you busy?”
“Not really, come on in.”
“Have you been able to make any definite wedding plans,” she asked as she shut the door. “As far as the ceremony and reception?”
“No, ah suppose ah don’t have any. It hasn’t been on the top of mah list lately. We have tried to shop for dresses but, ah haven’t come up with anything definite there either. Why?”
“I was wondering if you’d trust me enough to put your wedding ceremony and reception. Jubilee is handling your dress and those details. I’d like to put both together and all you’d have to do is show up.”
“You’ve got so much on your plate as it is, you know, with your boy. Ah couldn’t let you do all that alone.”
“I have a friend that has a daughter that is a wedding planner. I’m sure she’d be glad to help us out.”
“Okay, that sounds better. What will you need?”
“Well, we have the guest list, thanks to you and Logan. We have to get a minister, a photographer and videographer. Lighting, the cake, and a band or a DJ… Color swatches, photos, ideas, stuff like that.”
“Ah’ll talk to Logan tonaht.”
“Great. I’ll call my friend and get her daughter’s number,” Ororo fibbed.
She was going to call the Disney Wedding Sales Manager and then she wouldn’t have to tell Marie and Logan that they would be getting married in Florida instead of probably a small, intimate, quiet ceremony in the garden at the school.
Caldicott-Howlett Apartment
Thornwood, NY.
6:30 P.M.
“Sugah, you would not believe what ah got asked today…”
“What?”
“Ororo wants to take ovah plannin’ our ceremony and reception. She wants to lighten Jubilee’s load.”
“Yeah and…”
“Ah’m gonna let her.”
“This isn’t some April Fool’s Day joke right? You’re actually gonna let her do it?”
“Nope, no joke. This way Jubilee won’t put yellow all over everything for sure. Ah told her ah’d talk to you tonaht.”
“Seems to me like you don’t need to.”
“Who do you want for the ministah?”
“I was thinking Kurt could do it. That would save a bit of money.”
“Meh too. We need to fig-yah colors for the weddin’… What ‘bout yer ideas?”
“You want my input?”
“Yes Logan, it’s our weddin’, sugah. You are just as much a part of this as ah am,” Marie uttered as she put her arms Logan.
“That means we can serve Molson and pigs in a blanket right?” Marie giggled. “I’m just jokin’. It will be the classiest gig of the century. Special for you baby, ‘cause we’re only doin’ it once.”
Logan picked Marie up and carried her to sit on the couch in the living room. Their lips met, as their kiss lingered he started to fondle her breast, and quickly learned that she wasn’t wearing a bra. After a few minutes of passionate necking, she pulled back…
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Author's Chapter Notes:
Hope you like it... More joking around...
Enjoy! Only three more chapters to the sequel!
Enjoy! Only three more chapters to the sequel!
Chapter End Notes:
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BTW, I will be announcing the sequel title soon.
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