The Meaning of Your Love
By Akuma
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A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned the page of the small book in her hands. The cover of the book was the color of a dark red, the color of blood, and the title was printed in large black letters across the cover. Amara Aquilla giggled softly, amused by something written in the paper- back, and shifted her position on the small loveseat couch in the parlor or the mansion.
The sound of soft footsteps redirected her attention to the tall red head, emerging from the dining room, her features expressing annoyance. "Amara, have you seen Scott? He was supposed to help me cook dinner tonight. But I guess he bailed," she grumbled softly, rambling on about how it was too hard to cook lasagna by herself.
"I think I saw him with Ray and Roberto. They should be in Bobby's room, playing video games or something," she shrugged and returned to the book. "Oh, and thanks for lending me the book Jean, it's great! I can't wait to read the next book."
"Hmm. I don't have that one, but the library could have it. Not sure they'd have it in stock or not though. I'll take you tomorrow after school if you want." She sent her another sincere smile and left without another word.
"He took her hand into his and kissed it, smiling up at the beautiful woman before him! This is absolutely the best book ever! Romance, comedy, suspense, what more could I ask for," she told herself, finishing off the last page. She closed the book and glanced over the title again. "The Dove of New Orleans", written and published by St. John Allerdyce. "I have to read the next book," she told herself, placing the book on the table. She stood and stretched out her arms, taking a quick glance at her watch. "Ugh, I promised Kitty that I'd go shopping with her. I've only got ten minutes to get ready."
She walked to her room on the second floor of the mansion, shutting the door behind her. Ever since Jubilee had left, she had no roommate, so she had plenty of privacy, but she'd give up her privacy to have her friend back. After Jubilee and Rahne had left, she was the only new girl recruit left. At least Tabitha would visit her every once in a while. She dismissed the thought and quickly got ready, brushing her hair, dressing in a short jean skirt and a pink tank top. She grabbed a rubber band and tied her hair back, that way it wouldn't get in her way while shopping. Shuffling through her pink purse, she fished out her wallet and flipped through it. "Twenty and my credit card. Daddy said only for emergencies. So! I guess I can use it!" she chirped, placing the wallet back into the small purse and stringing it over her shoulder, ready to face the mall with one of her best friends.
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"Oh! Amara, that'd like look so great on you!" Kitty chirped, snatching a purple turtleneck from a sales rack and putting it in front of her. "What do you think Rogue?" she asked the southern girl beside her.
"Ah swear, ah should have never come with you. Why am ah here again?" the pale girl asked, ignoring Kitty's question. She crossed her arms and walked out of the small shop.
Kitty frowned and turned her attention back to the island girl, pondering about the shirt. "I think it'll look good. Maybe forcing Rogue to come here wasn't a good idea, I mean; I just wanted her to have a bit of fun after the whole Risty thing. But I guess I should have thought of a better location for fun." She shrugged and handed the shirt to the younger girl.
The two headed towards to register, behind two other people. "So, anyways, like have any interest in any of the boys?" Kitty grinned, inching closer to the girl. "We haven't had any time for girl talk in a while; thank god we decided to go to the mall!"
Amara smiled and replied, "The boys are nice, but none of them are really for me. Bobby and Ray are cute, but not really mature. I need a guy like the one who wrote the great book Jean lent me."
Kitty patted the younger girl on the shoulder and chirped, "I really like Kurt and Lance, but I can't decide between the two. Lance is a bad boy, but I heard that those relationships don't last long, but Kurt, sometimes he can be too mischievous."
They bought the clothes and exited the store, expecting to find Rogue outside. "Where'd she go?" Amara asked, looking around, finding no trace of the gothic girl.
"Well, knowing her, she's probably in a book store or something," Kitty said, tapping her nose.
The two headed towards Walden Books, entering the store and immediately finding the girl engrossed in a book written by Anne Rice.
Kitty shrugged and picked up a teen magazine, flipping through it, while Amara decided to look for a copy of the second part of "Dove of New Orleans".
She ambled through the romance section, glancing over every title, but found nothing. She huffed in annoyance and continued looking through the rows of books, picking up a few here and there, until she found it. Amara clapped her hands in delight and picked it up, staring at the price. "Ten dollars," she said, shuffling through her purse. She whined as she realized she had already spent it on clothes. She fingered the credit card her father gave her and then, resentfully, she put it back into the purse.
"Ya don't have enough money for it Sheila?" an Australian accented voice asked from behind.
She turned around and her eyes widened as she realized just who it was. "Y- your Pyro!" she yelped, jumping backwards into a defensive position.
"St. John Allerdyce," he corrected her, extending his hand for her to shake.
She eyed his hand and then crossed her arms. "What are you doing in a place like this? Doesn't Magneto pamper you guys enough?" she said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.
The red headed Australian chucked softly and picked up the book she had placed back on the shelf. "Good book I must say. Almost took me a whole year to write."
It took a moment for her to place everything together. "Wait a minute. You wrote that book? You're the St. John Allerdyce?" she said in disbelief.
He nodded, grinning. "I am the one and only, Sheila." He wore a pair of surfer shorts, a bright orange color and a white sleeveless shirt.
She still stared at him in disbelief, unable to say a word, until he handed her twenty dollar bill. "What-?"
"Keep the change," he said handing the book to her and walking backwards towards the entrance of the shop. "Maybe I'll see you next time we fight! Have a nice day!"
She eyed the twenty and then the book and then back at the twenty, unable to believe what had happened. She had heard that all of the Acolytes were mean and ruthless, but he seemed nice and charming to her. She even admitted that he was very attractive, the accent a bonus.
"Uh, Amara, are you ready to leave?" Kitty asked, emerging from behind a shelf of teen novels. "Oh, and who was the cute guy?"
Amara blinked at her friend and lied quickly, "A guy from school!"
"Amara's got a boyfriend! He even gave you money to buy that book! He's a great catch! You should ask him out!" Kitty snaked her arm around Amara's and led her to the register. "He looked familiar to me, but I couldn't see his face clearly. Hmm, maybe I'll meet him next time!"
"Was that just Pyro ah saw walk out of here?" Rogue asked, approaching the two girls from behind. "Ah swear that was Pyro. He had the red hair and everything."
Amara gulped and tried to ignore the looks the two girls were giving her.
"THAT was Pyro?!?" Kitty asked, in disbelief. "No way was that guy Pyro! He just gave Amara twenty bucks! I can't believe it!"
"You think he's tryin' to pull somethin'?" Rogue asked, glancing towards the entrance of the store.
"He could just be a nice guy," Amara said quietly, handing the cashier the twenty for the book. "I mean, he didn't seem that bad while I was talking to him."
"Amara, the man's an Acolyte," Kitty stated, the three walking out of the store. "Sure he may be attractive, not as sexy as the guy with the red eyes, but really attractive-"
"You're not helping Kitty!" Rogue cut her off, shaking her head at the younger girl. "Let me phrase it this way. The boy's bad news."
Amara nodded, deciding to not talk about it anymore, but she couldn't get it out of her head. How could a guy from Magneto's men be so nice?
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Amara entered her bedroom and placed her shopping bags on her bed. She removed her clothes and ripped the tags off, nothing could be more annoying then tags. She quickly placed them in her closet and then she took the book from her bag, placing it on her night stand. She was already pretty sure Rogue and Kitty had informed the Professor about the Acolyte, but she didn't care.
She sat on her bed and eyed the book as if it were an insect. "How could such a beautiful piece of art be written by one of Magneto's men?" she asked herself, grabbing it and flipping through the pages. She stopped as she noticed something fall out onto the bed. She picked up the small white card and blinked at the small print in the center. It was a phone number! She fingered it and wondered how on earth it had gotten there.
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Dinner was horrible. Amara sat at her usual seat in the dining room, but it was silent, no one spoke a word once she had entered. She absentmindedly picked at her mashed potatoes, eyes darting from one end of the table to the other. Why were they so quiet?
"So, how was everyone's day?" the Professor asked, breaking the silence.
"Well, we had fun at the mall!" Kitty chirped, eating a bite of lettuce from her salad. "I bought the cutest new outfit!"
"How wonderful," Bobby rolled his eyes. "I know what everyone's thinking, Amara, what did Pyro say to you! There! I said it!"
Amara almost spit out the coke she had drunk when he asked that. Had they told everyone? She swallowed her drink and eyed Bobby, who smiled innocently. "He really said nothing important."
This did nothing to the atmosphere.
"He didn't try anything did he?" Logan growled from his usual seat near the window.
"He gave me twenty dollars." she said, confused that everyone was so worried about it. She took another sip of her soda and added, "And he was a perfect gentleman, unlike you guys." She eyed Bobby, Sam, and Roberto.
"I think you shouldn't associate with him anymore," Scott added, almost everyone expecting it. "He's one of Magneto's men, so he must be up to something. Maybe he's trying to earn your trust or something like that."
Hank nodded in agreement. "Yes, you should watch out for him."
A bamf redirected everyone's attention from Amara to the blue furry guy in his seat. "I'm so sorry I'm late everyone! I had to finish the chemistry homework."
Amara sighed in relief; she picked up her plate and left as quickly as possible. When they were like that if just drove her crazy. It was her business if she wanted to talk with him or not. She entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of her bed and sighed.
Sometimes she wished she was back at home, with her father on the island. He would solve everything for her. She let herself fall backwards on to her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Being a princess was much easier then being a normal high school student with mutant powers and evil foes that she wasn't allowed to associate with.
To be continued..........
Dun dun dun! What's gonna happen? Will she call him?
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A soft sigh escaped her lips as she turned the page of the small book in her hands. The cover of the book was the color of a dark red, the color of blood, and the title was printed in large black letters across the cover. Amara Aquilla giggled softly, amused by something written in the paper- back, and shifted her position on the small loveseat couch in the parlor or the mansion.
The sound of soft footsteps redirected her attention to the tall red head, emerging from the dining room, her features expressing annoyance. "Amara, have you seen Scott? He was supposed to help me cook dinner tonight. But I guess he bailed," she grumbled softly, rambling on about how it was too hard to cook lasagna by herself.
"I think I saw him with Ray and Roberto. They should be in Bobby's room, playing video games or something," she shrugged and returned to the book. "Oh, and thanks for lending me the book Jean, it's great! I can't wait to read the next book."
"Hmm. I don't have that one, but the library could have it. Not sure they'd have it in stock or not though. I'll take you tomorrow after school if you want." She sent her another sincere smile and left without another word.
"He took her hand into his and kissed it, smiling up at the beautiful woman before him! This is absolutely the best book ever! Romance, comedy, suspense, what more could I ask for," she told herself, finishing off the last page. She closed the book and glanced over the title again. "The Dove of New Orleans", written and published by St. John Allerdyce. "I have to read the next book," she told herself, placing the book on the table. She stood and stretched out her arms, taking a quick glance at her watch. "Ugh, I promised Kitty that I'd go shopping with her. I've only got ten minutes to get ready."
She walked to her room on the second floor of the mansion, shutting the door behind her. Ever since Jubilee had left, she had no roommate, so she had plenty of privacy, but she'd give up her privacy to have her friend back. After Jubilee and Rahne had left, she was the only new girl recruit left. At least Tabitha would visit her every once in a while. She dismissed the thought and quickly got ready, brushing her hair, dressing in a short jean skirt and a pink tank top. She grabbed a rubber band and tied her hair back, that way it wouldn't get in her way while shopping. Shuffling through her pink purse, she fished out her wallet and flipped through it. "Twenty and my credit card. Daddy said only for emergencies. So! I guess I can use it!" she chirped, placing the wallet back into the small purse and stringing it over her shoulder, ready to face the mall with one of her best friends.
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"Oh! Amara, that'd like look so great on you!" Kitty chirped, snatching a purple turtleneck from a sales rack and putting it in front of her. "What do you think Rogue?" she asked the southern girl beside her.
"Ah swear, ah should have never come with you. Why am ah here again?" the pale girl asked, ignoring Kitty's question. She crossed her arms and walked out of the small shop.
Kitty frowned and turned her attention back to the island girl, pondering about the shirt. "I think it'll look good. Maybe forcing Rogue to come here wasn't a good idea, I mean; I just wanted her to have a bit of fun after the whole Risty thing. But I guess I should have thought of a better location for fun." She shrugged and handed the shirt to the younger girl.
The two headed towards to register, behind two other people. "So, anyways, like have any interest in any of the boys?" Kitty grinned, inching closer to the girl. "We haven't had any time for girl talk in a while; thank god we decided to go to the mall!"
Amara smiled and replied, "The boys are nice, but none of them are really for me. Bobby and Ray are cute, but not really mature. I need a guy like the one who wrote the great book Jean lent me."
Kitty patted the younger girl on the shoulder and chirped, "I really like Kurt and Lance, but I can't decide between the two. Lance is a bad boy, but I heard that those relationships don't last long, but Kurt, sometimes he can be too mischievous."
They bought the clothes and exited the store, expecting to find Rogue outside. "Where'd she go?" Amara asked, looking around, finding no trace of the gothic girl.
"Well, knowing her, she's probably in a book store or something," Kitty said, tapping her nose.
The two headed towards Walden Books, entering the store and immediately finding the girl engrossed in a book written by Anne Rice.
Kitty shrugged and picked up a teen magazine, flipping through it, while Amara decided to look for a copy of the second part of "Dove of New Orleans".
She ambled through the romance section, glancing over every title, but found nothing. She huffed in annoyance and continued looking through the rows of books, picking up a few here and there, until she found it. Amara clapped her hands in delight and picked it up, staring at the price. "Ten dollars," she said, shuffling through her purse. She whined as she realized she had already spent it on clothes. She fingered the credit card her father gave her and then, resentfully, she put it back into the purse.
"Ya don't have enough money for it Sheila?" an Australian accented voice asked from behind.
She turned around and her eyes widened as she realized just who it was. "Y- your Pyro!" she yelped, jumping backwards into a defensive position.
"St. John Allerdyce," he corrected her, extending his hand for her to shake.
She eyed his hand and then crossed her arms. "What are you doing in a place like this? Doesn't Magneto pamper you guys enough?" she said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.
The red headed Australian chucked softly and picked up the book she had placed back on the shelf. "Good book I must say. Almost took me a whole year to write."
It took a moment for her to place everything together. "Wait a minute. You wrote that book? You're the St. John Allerdyce?" she said in disbelief.
He nodded, grinning. "I am the one and only, Sheila." He wore a pair of surfer shorts, a bright orange color and a white sleeveless shirt.
She still stared at him in disbelief, unable to say a word, until he handed her twenty dollar bill. "What-?"
"Keep the change," he said handing the book to her and walking backwards towards the entrance of the shop. "Maybe I'll see you next time we fight! Have a nice day!"
She eyed the twenty and then the book and then back at the twenty, unable to believe what had happened. She had heard that all of the Acolytes were mean and ruthless, but he seemed nice and charming to her. She even admitted that he was very attractive, the accent a bonus.
"Uh, Amara, are you ready to leave?" Kitty asked, emerging from behind a shelf of teen novels. "Oh, and who was the cute guy?"
Amara blinked at her friend and lied quickly, "A guy from school!"
"Amara's got a boyfriend! He even gave you money to buy that book! He's a great catch! You should ask him out!" Kitty snaked her arm around Amara's and led her to the register. "He looked familiar to me, but I couldn't see his face clearly. Hmm, maybe I'll meet him next time!"
"Was that just Pyro ah saw walk out of here?" Rogue asked, approaching the two girls from behind. "Ah swear that was Pyro. He had the red hair and everything."
Amara gulped and tried to ignore the looks the two girls were giving her.
"THAT was Pyro?!?" Kitty asked, in disbelief. "No way was that guy Pyro! He just gave Amara twenty bucks! I can't believe it!"
"You think he's tryin' to pull somethin'?" Rogue asked, glancing towards the entrance of the store.
"He could just be a nice guy," Amara said quietly, handing the cashier the twenty for the book. "I mean, he didn't seem that bad while I was talking to him."
"Amara, the man's an Acolyte," Kitty stated, the three walking out of the store. "Sure he may be attractive, not as sexy as the guy with the red eyes, but really attractive-"
"You're not helping Kitty!" Rogue cut her off, shaking her head at the younger girl. "Let me phrase it this way. The boy's bad news."
Amara nodded, deciding to not talk about it anymore, but she couldn't get it out of her head. How could a guy from Magneto's men be so nice?
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Amara entered her bedroom and placed her shopping bags on her bed. She removed her clothes and ripped the tags off, nothing could be more annoying then tags. She quickly placed them in her closet and then she took the book from her bag, placing it on her night stand. She was already pretty sure Rogue and Kitty had informed the Professor about the Acolyte, but she didn't care.
She sat on her bed and eyed the book as if it were an insect. "How could such a beautiful piece of art be written by one of Magneto's men?" she asked herself, grabbing it and flipping through the pages. She stopped as she noticed something fall out onto the bed. She picked up the small white card and blinked at the small print in the center. It was a phone number! She fingered it and wondered how on earth it had gotten there.
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Dinner was horrible. Amara sat at her usual seat in the dining room, but it was silent, no one spoke a word once she had entered. She absentmindedly picked at her mashed potatoes, eyes darting from one end of the table to the other. Why were they so quiet?
"So, how was everyone's day?" the Professor asked, breaking the silence.
"Well, we had fun at the mall!" Kitty chirped, eating a bite of lettuce from her salad. "I bought the cutest new outfit!"
"How wonderful," Bobby rolled his eyes. "I know what everyone's thinking, Amara, what did Pyro say to you! There! I said it!"
Amara almost spit out the coke she had drunk when he asked that. Had they told everyone? She swallowed her drink and eyed Bobby, who smiled innocently. "He really said nothing important."
This did nothing to the atmosphere.
"He didn't try anything did he?" Logan growled from his usual seat near the window.
"He gave me twenty dollars." she said, confused that everyone was so worried about it. She took another sip of her soda and added, "And he was a perfect gentleman, unlike you guys." She eyed Bobby, Sam, and Roberto.
"I think you shouldn't associate with him anymore," Scott added, almost everyone expecting it. "He's one of Magneto's men, so he must be up to something. Maybe he's trying to earn your trust or something like that."
Hank nodded in agreement. "Yes, you should watch out for him."
A bamf redirected everyone's attention from Amara to the blue furry guy in his seat. "I'm so sorry I'm late everyone! I had to finish the chemistry homework."
Amara sighed in relief; she picked up her plate and left as quickly as possible. When they were like that if just drove her crazy. It was her business if she wanted to talk with him or not. She entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She sat on the edge of her bed and sighed.
Sometimes she wished she was back at home, with her father on the island. He would solve everything for her. She let herself fall backwards on to her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Being a princess was much easier then being a normal high school student with mutant powers and evil foes that she wasn't allowed to associate with.
To be continued..........
Dun dun dun! What's gonna happen? Will she call him?