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A/N: Ok, I have been told that some of the words were spelled wrong.
Well, my apologies but even with the spell check, it is hard to get
everything to be written right. I mean, let's say you want to write
'quiet'. You can misspell it as both 'quite' and 'quit' and it your
spell check program will shrug it off as correct. As for Pyro, tell
Word that it is spelled with a 'Y' not with an 'I'. And I am happy to
inform you that yes, I have improved my writting skills.
This is my first attempt in comedy. Don’t be too harsh. Oh, and I don’t
own them I just *borrowed* them.
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It was an ordinary day in his life as he strolled down the street.
His life was not easy but days like this make you forget all the
problems in your life. Actually the remembering part was the problem...
Anyway, the sun was shining and it was a beautiful summer day.
As Logan walked down the street he noticed a woman following him. He
felt her touch on his shoulder and turned around to face her. She was
attractive with her blond hair that reached to her pale shoulders. Her
dress was tight, showing the curves of her body. It was a good day
indeed!
“Excuse me, sir. Can I ask you something?” She asked as her voice
poured down like honey. Logan felt like he was melting although it was
only 77 degrees outside.
“Sure, ma’am.” He answered her in his casual tone that made women’s
knees shake. And he was willing to catch this one if she lost her
balance.
“Well, your hair is so silky and all...” She took one lock of his
hair between her fingers. “And I was wondering...” Their eyes locked as
she let her hand fall to her side. He slowly leaned towards her when
she opened her mouth.
“What kind of hair spray do you use?”
Later in the Institute...
Scott stopped in front of the door to Rogue’s bedroom. Leaning on
the door he was able to hear Wolverine and Rogue argue about something.
What was that man doing in her room? Well this was nothing that
Cyclops, the leader of X-Men couldn't handle! He put his hand on the
knob
and opened the door.
“Hey. What’s going on in here?” He tried to use his most ordering tone.
That way, they would know he was very serious. And it would piss off
Wolverine.
“Oh, I am trying to do something about Logan’s hair.” Rogue stated as
she moved to the side. She seemed to be very interested in what she was
doing. Logan was sitting in a chair, hair wet, with a towel on his
shoulders. Scott couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Wow, Logan I...” He started but was cut off by an angry Wolverine
turning in his chair. Logan looked like he was ready to kill him.
“Just one remark about this and I’ll gut you.” *Snikt! * As he extended
his claws on one hand. Scott gulped and put his hands in the air as to
say ‘take it easy’.
“OK. But let me get you some of my hair gel...” It was in his nature
to help people with whatever problem they had. He was a Boy Scout,
after all. Although this probably wasn’t a good moment.
“No way! It’s like you stood in the rain for hours!” Logan waved his
hand towards Scott’s hair witch, truth be said, really did look like he
had just spend an hour or so standing in the rain. Both men were too
occupied with their conversation to notice a figure approach the door.
“Ah, hair. It’s been a long time since I lost mine.” Professor said as
he wheeled himself in the room. He looked at the floor for a while and
nodded.
“Oh, well.” Suddenly he pulled out a jar of some kind of face cream.
Taking some of it in his hand he started to spread it all over his
baldy head. Three of them just stood there and watched him for a while
when Jean stopped at the door.
“Ooh, what’s going on here?” She was unsteady, being on her high heels
again. Never mind the fact that Scott warned her how dangerous those
things could get. She could break her leg for Christ’s sake!
“Nothing!” No way was he going to tell Jean what was going on.
Unfortunately, there was no way to tell Scott not to do so.
“Rogue’s fixing Logan’s hair.” He explained to his fiancé. She
stared
at Logan in mere shock and just when it looked like she was about to
laugh at him...
“Why, do you know how much hair spray I use on a daily basis?!” She
pointed towards her hair as both men looked at her. They were snapped
out of their shock by a figure floating outside the window.
“Fear me, X-Men, for I have came to...” Magneto stopped his exclamation
as he saw the scene. Now all four off them looked at him with
confusion. Erik never attacked during a Jewish holiday. Before.
Professor was too occupied with polishing his head. That and the fact
that he probably found Magneto’s attempt to attack the Institute quite
boring. Magneto on the other hand continued in a soft more casual tone.
“Bad hair day huh? I have problem with dandruff.” He dusted some of it
from his cape after he climbed in through the window. “It’s this stupid
helmet...”
“Do I have to take this from him too?!” Logan looked at them and waved
his hand towards Magnus purposely not listening to what the old man was
saying.
“Did someone mention hair?” Storm more hopped then walked into the
room. Her hair going up and down and up and down and...Phew...
“Logan is having some problems with his hair...” Rogue took the
initiative of explaining the situation to her while Scott tried to
convince Magneto to try ‘Head N Shoulders’. It worked for him.
“Oh, oh, let me get my curlers!” The white-haired goddess happily
screeched as she started running to her room. On her way out of the
room she nearly knocked Pyro on the floor.
“Hey where’s burning?” Pyro walked self-confidentially into the room.
Rogue was now vividly arguing with Scott and Erik about shampoos.
“Logan’s changing his hairstyle.” A blue skinned woman that set on the
window-sill said.
“Where did you come from?” Logan stared at her in shock. Can’t he even
change his hairstyle without the whole world knowing about it? Well,
not the whole world but...
“Cool. You can make it like Mystique’s and...” Pyro’s remark was
overbeared by a growl coming from the window.
“Oh, I don’t know. Your hair is your trademark...” Victor was hanging
from the window. After all the room was pretty much crowded. And he was
a big masculine man.
“You really think my hair is cool?” Suddenly, everyone had something to
say. In no time, room was filled with different ideas and proposals.
“I am dyeing...”
“Try to avoid wearing hats...”
“I was 17 when I started to lose it...”
“I still say you should try my...”
“30 minutes every morning...”
“My hair is more like fur...” No one seemed to listen to what others
were saying. Fuck it. Logan was not going to listen to this.
“I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” A growl made them all look at Wolverine
who was now standing in the middle of the room. He straightened his
back and went to the door. Pyro winced as he threw the towel on the
floor and walked out in the hallway.
“I’m back!” Storm shrieked as she stood bye the doorway with curlers in
her hands. She looked at the crowd standing before her. Everyone was
obviously confused. It seemed that Professor didn’t notice what was
going on. He was still fully concentrated on polishing his bald. Storm
looked at everyone once more before showing her disappointment.
“Where did he go?”
THE END
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A/N: What do you mean I have to return them *right* now?! OK, OK. Don’t
have a cow, man. Ahem... Well now that you have read the story what can
you do? ... Review it? ... I also apologies if there are some spelling
mistakes even though I had to spell check it AGAIN. English is not my
native language. And you try writing in English when your native
language alphabet is phonetic. "Write as you speak and read as it is
written."