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Bits and Pieces Chapter Twenty Eight
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Monday,
Kitty decided, sucked. Royally. Sunday had passed in a flurry of activity,
between Jubilee and her concussion and then visiting Jean and finding out she
was going to be allowed to come home by midweek if all went well, it had been a
veritable rollercoaster of stress and elation.
But Monday, she thought as she tugged furiously at her ponytail, was all
downhill, no ups at all. _Not even any
of those weird curvy turny things, _ she thought bitterly as she adjusted the hem
of her sweater so that it sat evenly and turned her back on Kurt to pick up her
suitcase. “I’ll be back Thursday,” she
said with a tinge of annoyance. “I’m not
leaving forever.”
“You might
decide to go to Chicago while you’re
in Boston,” he pointed out, the
logic, in his mind, flawless. “Then
what?”
“Then I get
a veggie dog from the vendor on Michigan Avenue,
see the Hannas [1]and come
home.” She turned to face him with a
slight smile on her face, tilting her head to one side as if confused. “Kurt, sweetie, listen to me… I’m not going to run away to Chicago. I’m just going to Boston
to set up the computer system for Emma. I’ll
be back in a few days… Betsy is there now and Warren
is probably going to join her soon. I’m
not running away,” she punctuated each worth with a step in his direction. “I wish you would stop being so… testosteroney.” She
sighed and slid a hand behind his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His lips were immovable against hers for just
a moment but before she could worry, he sighed and returned the kiss, his
fingers going to her hair, stroking the back of her neck before twisting into
her ponytail. “I promise,” she said
softly as the kiss broke, “that I’ll be back in time for our date Friday
night. I’ve got something pretty and red
to show you.”
He smiled,
a thousand images of possibilities flitting through his mind. “Ooooh… in that case, you’d better go soon so
you can be back soon.” He tugged her
hair, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.
He felt terrible for being so defensive and accusatory but it was as if
he did not have control over the things he felt or the words that came from his
mouth. He knew, in his heart of hearts,
that Kitty was not going to run off and leave him, that he desire to go to
Chicago for a semester had nothing to do with her feelings for him but for her
future—their future, he corrected himself—but he could not help the spikes of
jealousy stabbing his gut and chest.
Kitty felt
the sadness radiating from him as if it were her own. “Look,” she sighed, pressing her forehead
lightly against his, “I’ll work fast as I can so I can get home sooner. I’ll call you tonight and let you know how
everything looks, okay?”
Kurt
nodded. “Ja, that’s good of you. Danke…”
He kissed her nose, then her lips.
“Logan will be honking the
horn soon if I keep you much longer.”
“He’s not
taking me” Kitty said, frowning. “Remy’s
driving me to the airport. Logan’s
working on the Danger Room. My flight
leaves in a few hours so I guess I had better get going…” She sighed and kissed him again, pressing
something small and furry into his hands.
“Take care of Lockheed for me—Jubes has her
eye on him and I don’t want him to turn up missing.”
Kurt stared
at the plush purple dragon in his hands, his lips quirking in an honest
smile. “Aren’t you too old for stuffed
animals?”
She feigned
horror. “Shhh!
He’ll hear you!” she whispered loudly, then giggled. “I’ll call you tonight!” she promised,
letting herself out the front door and skipping down the steps to the waiting
car.
Kurt sighed
and tucked the toy under his arm, turning at a soft snuffling noise behind
him. “Jubilee! You’re not supposed to be
up!”
She
shrugged, dabbing at her nose with a worn handkerchief. “Can’t sleep, clowns will eat me.”[2] She rolled her eyes at his confused
expression. “Just being silly. Kitty’s gone, I take it?”
“Ja, Remy’s driving her to the airport. She’ll be in Boston
before lunch time… Go lay down before Beast finds you’re gone,” he ordered,
trying to sound stern but realizing just how difficult that was while holding a
purple fuzzy dragon with a pink bow tied around it’s neck.
“Ugh, Remy,”
she groaned, shuffling into the rec room and flopping
on the sofa, wincing slightly at the pain in her head that came on the heels of
the sudden action. “I don’t know what to
tell him!”
“Tell him
you love him but you need space,” Kurt counseled, following her and perching on
the armchair, his feet and tail tucked beneath him, giving him a very
gargoyle-like appearance. “If he doesn’t
understand, tell him that you don’t want to see other people, you just need to
breathe a bit. Like he does.”
Jubilee
shook her head carefully. “You don’t
know the Cajun like I do. He won’t get
it. He’s not stupid but he’s very…
single minded, ya know?”
“Ja,” Kurt groaned, thinking of Kitty and her determination
when she had something in her sights, “I know…”
She blew
her nose noisily, frowning. “Damn it… I
didn’t have the sniffles till Logan
bonked me with his damned sim… Anyway, I’m just gonna
avoid Gumbo till I figure it out.”
“Do you
honestly think he’ll let you get away with that?” Kurt asked, raising a brow.
“Nope… Do
you honestly think Kitty’s going to let you guilt her into staying in Bayville?”
“Nein,” he
sighed, sinking low in the chair. “Nein…”
“We,”
Jubilee said after a long moment, “suck.”
“Ja…we do…”
“We,” she
added, “are going out. Go put on real clothes and I’m gonna get some undies. Meet me in
the garage in fifteen.”
“Was? Nein!
You can’t drive with a concussion!”
“That’s why
you’re driving Blue Boy. Fifteen or I
drag ya out! Move it!”
[1] Ooooh,
continuity! Mentioning ancillary
characters many stories later!
[2] A saying
found on pillows, sheets and t-shirts… No idea why.
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