Fall for a Shooting Star
Mar. 26th, 2011 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: Fall for a Shooting Star
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jubilee, Jono
Prompt: 62. Drops of Jupiter
Rating: G
Summary: Jono's feeling a bit emo, and Jubilee's had enough of it.
D’ye think she’s actually happy with him? Jono asked, sinking deeper into his seat while Jubilee made a disgusted noise.
“I did not agree to come here with you to listen to you be all Emo McBroodypants about Paige. Hell, did you two ever actually date, or were you too busy being all tragic and broody to actually do that bit?”
Jono peered at Jubilee over his scarf, and she took advantage of his silence to go one, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead and rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
“Oh no,” the girl moaned in a bad imitation of Jono’s accent. “I’m a horribly scarred monster, how can anyone ever love me? I must hide in the basement and write depressingly bad music about it.”
I’ll give you this, gel. You’ve got a talent for puncturing egos.
“Damn straight. So if you don’t knock off the brood, I’m gonna glue your hand to your forehead while you sleep and bleach all your clothes.”
Fandom: X-Men
Characters: Jubilee, Jono
Prompt: 62. Drops of Jupiter
Rating: G
Summary: Jono's feeling a bit emo, and Jubilee's had enough of it.
D’ye think she’s actually happy with him? Jono asked, sinking deeper into his seat while Jubilee made a disgusted noise.
“I did not agree to come here with you to listen to you be all Emo McBroodypants about Paige. Hell, did you two ever actually date, or were you too busy being all tragic and broody to actually do that bit?”
Jono peered at Jubilee over his scarf, and she took advantage of his silence to go one, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead and rolling her eyes to the ceiling.
“Oh no,” the girl moaned in a bad imitation of Jono’s accent. “I’m a horribly scarred monster, how can anyone ever love me? I must hide in the basement and write depressingly bad music about it.”
I’ll give you this, gel. You’ve got a talent for puncturing egos.
“Damn straight. So if you don’t knock off the brood, I’m gonna glue your hand to your forehead while you sleep and bleach all your clothes.”