Log: Jubilee and Kyle

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Kyle and Jubilee meet for lunch in New York



“So, like, you’re totally a guy right?” Jubilee said, sitting down in the seat across from Kyle and pulling a menu toward her.

She’d never been to this restaurant before but a friend of hers from her Parkour group had suggested it as both mutant friendly and not full of hipsters or mutant groupies.

"Nah, I'm actually a egg-laying dinosaur from space." Kyle answered, shaking his head and grinning. "Yeah, I'm a guy. But if this is like, one of those 'why is my boyfriend a dumbass" questions, I'm gonna have to plead the fifth cause man solidarity. I can't spill out secrets; the secret council of men takes away our rights to football and hairy legs if we tell secrets."

"Dude, you are no help at all," Jubilee replied, throwing a small package of sugar at him in retaliation. "It's just that Doug's been super weird since I used the big L word, and I’m totally beginning to regret sayin' it first, ya know? Besides, I totally thought you shaved your legs or something, or is that Marius?"

Kyle made the time-out gesture and hiked up a leg of his jeans. His legs were -really- hairy. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, I am so not the dude to like, give you a heads up on what's going on inside Ramsey's head. First of all, he's an evil ninja midget, and second that's totally why Jan and I broke up. You're just gonna have to ask him. Also never make me think about Marius' legs again. He wears speedos. I've seen it."

"Nothing wrong with a bit of speedo action, especially when you can pull it off," Jubilee noted and waved over one of the wait-staff to take their order of drinks. "And _that's_ why you and Jan broke up? Like; which one of you freaked first? You're not going to go all weird on Dori if she's like the big L on you, are you? Cause I'd like, have to thump you one or something if you did, woman solidarity or whatever."

"She wanted me to move in, I fell off the bed, we had a fight and it turned into a break-up." Kyle said, shrugging, after he ordered some juice. "And dude, if Dori's all "But I love you." I'm gonna be like "Quit with the hero worship thing." I like her, she's a lot cooler than she thinks she is, she's fun and can probably kick my ass, literally, but she's eighteen. I'm twenty-one. I don't wanna be in love right now; I have too much other stuff I wanna do."

"Guys are so weird," Jubilee noted with an air of authority as she ordered a coke, and then waited for the wait-person to walk away before she continued. "You're like all 'Love makes me trapped like a trapped thing’ when it totally doesn't. What is it you think you're not gonna be able to do if you were all 'big L'?"

Kyle pulled a face. "I don't think it's a dude thing, dude. I think it's just a I'm too young to be in love thing. I mean, look, I like the hell out of Dori, I liked the hell out of Jan. I liked Clarice, and even Jay, but god damn I don't know what I wanna do next year much less for the rest of my life." He tapped his claws against the Formica table top and shrugged. "Look, I dunno what it is for everyone else, but love is that crap you do when the lady you're dating says ‘Hey, bee-tee-dubs, I'm pregnant and it's not yours.’ and you go ‘Okay, let’s get hitched anyway.’ and you raise her kid.” Kyle had ideas about love, it seemed. "And man, if Dori said that to me right now I'd be like "The hell?"

"Dude, you have been watching waytoo much daytime television, or you've got like, a romance novel habit you haven't admitted to. It's all right dude, they've totally got support groups or somethin' for that," Jubilee said, flicking another sugar packet at him as she waited for their drinks to arrive. “Anyway, I'd be all like, 'Firstly, way to break biology by getting all male-preggo, and then I'd be all like 'Dude, you are dumber than a sack full of rocks if you got preggo in this day n' age, and then I'd be totally all 'Can I teach her or him to hot wire a car when they're old enough?' But like, I guess I see where you're coming from, I'm just...kinda bummed. It'd be nice to not be the dumbass that fell in love when the other person just wasn't feelin' it...or is like a drug dealer. Least that's not something I have to worry about this time."

"Uh, no, dude, that's like my life. My dad's my stepdad, and I dunno who my bio-dad is. Could be Wade, Doc Moira said she's not rushing the test cause she's got like fifty-nine million other things to do." Kyle caught the sugar packet easily and flicked it back at her. "And I already know how to hot wire cars, I just don't, cause hey, getting arrested sucks so much ass."

"Knew there was a reason we were friends, regular people are like, so boring and 2010," Jubilee replied with a shrug, catching the sugar packet and flicking it back at him again. "Dude...I just totally realised, if Wade is your Dad, and he marries Marie-Ange or somethin', that totally means Frenchie is gonna be like, your BioStep-Mom. That's totally hilarious."

"You can go to hell and die." Not that Kyle cared one way or the other but that would be weird. "Okay, back on like track, because dude, seriously, just like use your words. If you don't tell people stuff, they don't know and I know Doug’s got like genius brains but dude, all those geniuses are kind of ar-tarded sometimes." He paused and then plunked himself on the forehead. "Dammit. Man, that word? Really freaking hard to stop using, but it's like, an -ist, so totally not cool."

"Totally already been ta hell, dude. It was like, what I wrote my 'what I did during the summer' essay on once for class. Didn't die though, so you're shit outta luck there, anyway, least you're like, totally aware of its non-coolness," Jubilee replied, not bothering to raise an eyebrow considering he'd corrected himself. "Just say 'asshat', it's totally easier to use, and like, you can imagine them wearing their asses as a hat. What's not to laugh at, yeah? Or like 'emotionally challenged' if you wanna be nice about it."

"Asshats is different than stupid in the head though." Kyle explained, after the waiter had taken their orders. "Asshat is like, stupid and a jerk. The genius types are just stupid in the head but it's not like, on purpose. Okay, so spill, why is your genius being a dumbass? Just, you know, understand that like, I'm not like qualified to be a relationship therapist or something."

"You've seen all the flirting he's doing with Terry on the journals, right?" Jubilee replied, taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know, it’s like, I'm not exactly all into that possessive stuff. Long as there's like, protection used and nobody is gettin' all weird, then whatever. But he's not even talking to me about it, and I don't know if I'm like supposed to be the one to bring it up or whatever and anyway, she's totally married, so it's just all weird and making me fucking crazy. You'd have thought if there was gonna be a problem, it'd have been with the White Court stuff. "

"Dude, I'm just sayin, if he's not talking, then you gotta." Kyle said. "Because dude, I am sure as fuck not going up to him and going "Yo, tell your girlfriend the l-word." because he'd cup check me and I don't wear a cup most of the time." Just thinking about it made him grimace. "Words. You use them for things."

"Yeah, I hear ya," Jubilee replied with a wry smile, the one thing being a super ninja spy didn't help with was the whole emotional thing. "So, it's totally your restaurant choice next right?"

"Yeah, unless you find some kickass place with awesome beer, because I swear, the more I teach the more I'm picking up a serious drinking habit." He liked teaching, but Kyle was pretty sure the only thing standing between him and occasional freaking out was beer.

"Dude, if I find that place, and it's not Finnegan's, I'll be the first to let you know," Jubilee replied, saluting him with her glass of coke.