Growing Up A Superhero (12)
Daemon smiled proudly at Chiya as she stood before the floor length mirror, nervously playing with the skirt of her long silver dress. Her golden curls were spilling in Daemon's hands as he tried to figure out what to do with her hair, and her light blue eyes cast around the room, finally coming to rest on her foster sister. Brigette lay on Chiya's bed, her head propped up on her arm. Redish brown curls cascaded over her shoulder to fall in loops on the bed as green eyes watched her long fingers trace the pattern in the bedspread. #Scott doesn't like this dress. Tommy doesn't either,# Chiya signed, referring to her adoptive father and foster brother. Daemon smiled at her and picked her blonde hair up off her shoulders, piling it on top of her head to see how it would like. "Darling," he said, sighing slightly, "that's because they are just so overprotective of you! Take it from someone who knows, when your male family forbids you from leaving the house in what you're wearing, you look fab-u-loso!" Chiya laughed, then straightened at Daemon's exasperated look. #Sorry,# she signed, though if one looked at the grin on her face it became obvious she wasn't really. Daemon had been Tommy's wardrobe designer for one of their acting class finals, and they had become best friends. Much to Daemon's chagrin, however, Tommy was too interested in girls to be interested in him. He continued playing with her hair silently, twisting and tugging while Chiya stood there watching. #Your signing has gotten a lot better,# she said after a while. Daemon smiled and rolled his eyes upward in embarrassment. "Oh, I haven't really. Tommy's just been teaching me, you know, and I don't have to be able to sign, only to read it." Chiya smiled at his reflection as he grabbed some pins and started sticking them into her hair. #Thanks for coming down and helping out,# she said, watching as her hair started to look beautiful. #No one can dress people as well as you can.# Daemon blushed and turned to slap lightly at her shoulder. "Look at what you're doing to me!" Brigette giggled. "Cody says you're funny." Daemon turned to look at Brigette who, at twelve, was already beautiful. "Cody should be careful of you, sweetheart. The boys will be all over themselves to get after you!" Brigette made a face. "I hate boys!" #Now you do, but you won't always!# Chiya said, grinning. #Just be glad I broke the ice for you with Dad. He's used to me dating now.# Brigette just made another face. "I already have to live with a boy in my head," she complained about her twin brother, who found her mind a good place to keep his consciousness, "I don't want to have one all over my body, too!" She paused, then added "Cody thinks that would be a bad idea, also." Chiya and Daemon exchanged mirror-looks. "Have you done your make-up, sweety?" Daemon asked Chiya, pulling her chin around to look into her face. From the corner, Lion growled. "Ah, you're not taking him, are you?" Daemon eyed the large cat warily. Mentally he knew that it wouldn't attack him. Emotionally he was suddenly needing prozac. #No, Dad said I could leave him here. And yes, I did my make-up but you may re-do it if you like.# Daemon smiled and nodded, then went to his backpack--carefully skirting Lion--and pulled out his own set of actor's stage make-up. Within moments Chiya was even more beautiful than before--if that was possible--and still looked like she was wearing no make-up at all. Daemon put his hand over his chest and sighed. "You're so beautiful you make me want to cry!" he said, smiling. Chiya giggled. Daemon was always a little emotional. He even cried at televised weddings of people he didn't know. "Oh, come here and give me a hug!" he said, wrapping his long arms around her. "Gracious me, I'm rumpling your dress!" He stepped back quickly, brushing long hands and fingers over her silver dress, smoothing the wrinkles out. Daemon sniffed and stepped away. "What time is your date getting here?" he asked, glancing at his watch. #Six thirty.# "Perfect. We have ten minutes. That's not nearly long enough for your father and brother to make you come back upstairs and change." He beamed proudly up at her. "Shall we go downstairs? Wait, I'll go first and announce you!" He hurried out of the room, running down the stairs quickly. "Attention everyone!" he called, waving his hands about. He cleared his throat, beaming proudly as he looked up the stairs. "And now," Chiya heard him shout as Bridgette giggled on the bed, "I present the beautiful Chiya!" Chiya hurried to the top of the stairs, then picked up the hem of her skirt and descended. She knew she was blushing, but couldn't seem to help it. All of the current X-Men were watching her, and some of them were even clapping. Only Tommy and Scott stood to one side, glowering. Daemon was whispering to Paige, who smiled and winked. He turned and whispered something else to Rogue, who laughed outright and whispered it to Jean. The whisper went around the room like wildfire, and the women all shoved the way to the front of the line. "We have strict instructions," Paige said to Chiya, her eyes twinkling, "to not let either Tommy or Scott near you. Daemon's afraid they'll ruin your make-up and such, even if by accident." Chiya laughed, a high, chirping sound. Y' look lovely, Chiya, Jono sent mentally. Chiya grinned at him. #Thanks, Jono!# In the corner, Tommy grabbed Daemon's shirt and yanked him away. "What are you doing making her more beautiful! Do you know what those guys are thinking?! The same lecherous thoughts you have about those actors you like so much!" Daemon rolled his brown eyes. "Take it easy, Blue. Chiya's a big girl, she can take care of herself." "No she can't!" Tommy snapped before thinking. Daemon started to chuckle, and Tommy closed his eyes wearily. "You know what I mean." Daemon, smiling, shrugged. "Her date will be here in five minutes. It's much too late to do anything about it now." "You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Tommy accused. Daemon smiled and nodded. Scott, standing nearby, looked almost pained when Chiya came up to him and asked how she looked. He forced a smile and nodded slightly. "You look very nice, Chiya," he managed to choke out. Scott reached up to touch her face, only to have his hand slapped away by a swiftly moving Daemon. "Don't muss the make-up, sweetheart," Daemon said calmly. "Ya'll did a wonderful job, Daemon," Rogue said, grabbing him from behind and hugging him fiercely. Daemon blushed. "Well, it is my job. If I can make this lug," he pointed to Tommy, "look good, then think of what I can do with a woman!" Rogue laughed. "It's so handy ta have a--what are ya called?" "Wardrobe designer," Daemon supplied. "Wardrobe designer-in-training around!" "CHIYA! DATE'S HERE!" bellowed a voice from the door. "This is so exciting!" Daemon said, almost hopping with thrill. "I really don't think strapless was the way to go on that dress," Tommy muttered. "The back is too low," Scott said, nodding. "And that slit is way too high," Tommy added. "The dress is too tight," Scott finished. Chiya's date came walking in, handing her a bouquet of pink roses. Chiya took them, smiling, and kissed his cheek before heading into the kitchen to get water for the roses. Rogue took them quickly, saying she'd do it as she ushered the girl out of the room. When she walked back out Scott and Tommy were attempting to give her date the third degree, but Jean and Paige were interfering. Her date was beaming about the kiss, and handed her a corsage as she came up. Chiya smiled brightly and took it, putting it on her wrist. #We're going now,# she signed, taking her date's arm and walking out the door with him. "Be back by midnight!" Scott shouted from behind the Paige-Rogue-Jean wall. "Be back by eleven!" Tommy shouted. Come back before dawn, please, Jean sent on the broad band, so everyone could hear it. "That's much too late," Scott growled as the two people got into the rented limo with another couple from school. They drove off, Chiya appearing through the skylight and waving good bye. Finally they were around the bend in the drive and out of sight. "Dawn, Jean?" Scott groused. "I don't trust that boy!" Jean smiled slightly. "Scott, we've known 'that boy' for years. I would think you'd be happy Chiya is going to her senior prom with someone we know!" "I am," Scott muttered. "But I still don't trust him." "Me neither," Tommy agreed. "Artie is very respectable," Jean reasoned, though she knew it was no use. "Ha! Wants to be called 'Art' now. That's a shifty name if I've ever heard one," Scott muttered. Jean sighed and rolled her eyes. "Of course, Scott." "And did you see what he was wearing?" Tommy added. "A tux. To a prom. Very suspicious," Rogue said, tousling Tommy's black hair even though he was taller than she was. "Yes, but it was the way he was wearing it!" Scott said, backing Tommy up. Jean just laughed. "Of course, honey." "Jean, do you think you could mentally check on them?" "Scott!" Jean laughed. "Get inside and stop fretting! This is Artie we're talking about!" Scott humphed and walked inside. "Art. Shifty name, that is. . . . " Lion snuffed in agreement. *********************************** Hey all! Feedback, please. I could use the egoboo. ;)
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Prom Dress. Protective Father. And The Winner Is . . . (1/1)
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