Ain't my boyfriend great? I got my own guitar!!!

( Glittery an' pink )

Placed lovingly for Jono on the desk in their room before he wakes up.



Why yes that IS a Gibson EDS 1275 Aged Double Neck guitar played and signed by Jimmy Page. Paige has NO CLUE what this means or even who the hell Jimmy Page is but she knows Jono loves him. No asking her how she got the thing, Jono, cause she doesn't want to you yelling at her for spending her entire savings on you!

With the note:


May all yer dreams come true.

All my love,

Paige

Jono got me a ring.

JONO got me a ring.

Jono got me a RING.

JONO GOT ME A RING!!!!!


OMG. Its so pretty an' white gold an' has a pretty pink diamond an' I woke up with it on, how amazin'ly romantic is that? He put it on while I was sleepin'! I may have flailed. Actually flailed.

My boyfriend is so amazin'.

A RING.

An' he engravd it an it says Eternal. Infinite. Everlasting.

An' the card said All my love, Jono Starsmore.

A RING.

Jono an' I went shoppin' this mornin' for a new lil addition ta our room. We got a fish! An' after much Oooo an' Awwwin' (on my part) we finally picked this cute lil blue beta fish!

My boyfriend thinks its cruel that we're keepin' it in a lil bowl with a plant. I tried explainin' that they don't need a big ol' tank but he jus' keeps shakin' his head. This means flow charts, hon, an' articles that I'm gonna print out for ya ta read!!

Anyway I present ta ya Fishy, our lil fish. He gets ta sit on the desk. We really need a bigger room...

( Fishy, the Fish )

Y'all know I'm Lil Miss go go go an' I really thought goin' away for the weekend would have me tearin' my hair out cause well, I have a list of things I was supposed ta be gettin' done. I can honestly say that I don't remember what in the world was even on that list anymore an' not that I don't care (cause a small part of me does) but it ain't like none of it can't be done at some other point.

An' I needed ta get away. I couldn't keep go go goin' or I'd've ended up collapsin'. Kinda did.

So far I've slept these last two days more than I have since...last Saturday.
I've laughed.
I've smiled.
I've eaten!
I'm shinin' again.
I haven't been on edge an' I feel like I know where I'm headed again. Which is nice. I hate feelin' so dang lost.

Ain't Jono smart? Who would've thought stealin' away for a few days was what I needed ta get my head on straight? An' allow him the time ta tell me his big secret. Descendant of _____ I KNOW YA CAN READ STRIKEOUTS CABLE(BAH!). Right. My life is a regular soap opera I swear.

I have presents for nearly all of ya an' cake for Jubee. Cause the woman wants cake apparently.

Anyway! I'm bringin' ya pictures! I have ta upload these real quick before Jono realizes I'm uploadin' the one of him. I'm a sneaky girlfriend.

I mean ain't we adorable?



( Two more pics! Don't worry all are siblin' appropriate! )

It was always times like this that Paige Guthrie wished her siblings could see her boyfriend. They always missed the brilliance to him, the way he shined when he did something as simple as try and cook supper for her which turned into drawing a bath and plans to escape for a few days. She'd nearly fallen asleep in the tub, her exhaustion trying to take over and force her body the rest it desperately deserved but each time she closed her eyes she kept seeing Sammy laying dead in front of her.

Maybe Cable was right. Maybe she did need his help in taking the images away so she could finally rest. Paige didn't want that to happen though. She didn't want that man in her head, didn't want him messing with her mind. She knew Sammy wouldn't like it and she didn't think Jono would approve either. Paige needed to figure out another way to finally get some rest. Hopefully Jono's idea of a roadtrip would help.

Paige wasn't sure where they were headed and truth be told once he started the car and they exited the mansion grounds she didn't care. It was almost as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders by that alone and she curled up on her side as best she could in the passenger seat.

"Thank you," she murmured, and closed her eyes, hugging her stuffed dog tightly. This just had to work.

Happens after this. starsmore_jono used because they love me. <3

Their mother was screaming, crying and all over Sammy when Cable unceremoniously brought them back. Paige moved away, arms wrapped around her still steel form as she forced herself to stop her own tears. She couldn't be near her mother right now, or the little ones who were staring wide-eyed at the small group of them on the lawn. Jubilee and Alex were there as well and she shook her head, refusing to look either in the eye.

She headed quickly past the house, willing none of them to follow. She had blood on her hands, on her face and she ripped the skin from her body. It fell to the ground and she couldn't bring herself to care that she was dirtying the lawn. It just had to get off of her. Looking down at her hands she could swear she still saw blood and kept ripping, needing it gone. Nothing that reminded her of her brother laying dead in front of her could remain.

( Blood on the rocks, Blood on the streets, Blood in the sky, Blood on the sheets If you want blood - you got it )

ooc: Takes place early in the summer and based on the the Poptopia arc in X-Men.

She was not going to fling the stereo out of the house.

No matter how much pleasure it would give her to see the little black box drop from the sky and shatter into a million pieces, effectively cutting off the awful, screeching that was blaring from the speakers. Okay, so the music wasn't that bad. The guitar intro was decent, the drums were okay and the singer's voice wasn't anything worse than what Paige endured whenever she decided to accompany the family to church but that wasn't the point. Didn't any of them hear the lyrics? The sappy crap that was a lie and made no sense when the words were strung together?

Sugar-walled heart? Please. Paige would like nothing more than to rip that heart to shreds. Of course that wasn't going to happen and it wasn't even the young woman singing it that Paige had a problem with. No, it was the young man currently on every tabloid and magazine with her that was pissing Paige Guthrie off.

Never forget me, right.
( Oh, and it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone )

Ya know, Jono an' I have different tastes in music. Which can be a challenge at times cause music is a very vital thing. Compromise is a wonderful thing though and I'm comin' ta appreciate the appeal of the noise he calls music he enjoys.

An' he seems ta find this song I've been playin' for the last hour enjoyable.

Course it may be cause I'm dancin' around in our his room in his shirt while I'm singin' it. Who cares as long as he's appreciatin' some nice music.



Which is helpin' me not think about stupid people who begin with the letter C an' who's names are followed by 'bah'.

Paige Guthrie has no clue how to seduce a man. Suddenly she wishes she'd paid attention to Ms. Frost more when they were at the Academy. Wasn't her former teacher supposed to be the expert at that? Paige was certain she had been taking notes on the wrong thing. Calculus, physics and advanced English Lit were absolutely no help in this arena. She could buy a million sexy little pajamas and high heels and still have no idea what she was supposed to do while actually wearing them.

Obviously she was the world's worst girlfriend.

Not that she was even trying to seduce her boyfriend. God. When had everything become so complicated? Though, really had it ever been simple? And where was her best friend when she needed her around to talk to and get some advice? Off with Wolverine. Typical. Paige needed to have a talk with that man about him taking Jubilee away for long periods of time. It was never allowed to happen again. Three days maximum or at least phone service!

How Jubilation Lee was handling being away from working cell service was beyond Paige. She had a feeling Wolverine wouldn't be doing that again. Not when the girl could talk his ear off at the best of times. Without anyone else around to chat up he would be Jubilee's main target. Paige almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

Paige took her time making her way to Jono's room, organizing her schedule for the next day in her head. She was trying to figure out exactly when she had to wake up in the morning. Maybe she'd skip out on her five-mile run in the morning. Everyone deserved a break.

Contemplating the ups and downs of missing one day of exercise, Paige knocked on his door and waited for an answer.

ooc: littlepaffs used without permission but she LOVES me so we're all good. starsmore_jono also in the background but again with the love. :)

Takes place after this

Paige should have known it was all Jubilee's fault.

Foo.

There was just no way Angelo would have come up with that many insane words on his own. Of course her annoying roommate/best friend was the one who had given him the ideas. She was livid and had silently fumed since learning the truth. Somehow she would figure a way to get back at the girl. Paige Guthrie had never backed down from a challenge and she wasn't about to start now.

So when the next Sunday rolled around she stomped into the rec room with her newly prepared chart of Scrabble rules and tacked it onto the board. Smoothing the paper out, she smiled as she stepped back to admire her handiwork. They were simple rules. The last one written in large bold letters to add emphasis: JUBILATION LEE IS BANNED FROM SCRABBLE. It wasn't like her friend enjoyed the game anyways. Paige knew that was the reason she'd helped Angelo figure out a way to annoy her. She'd just wanted to play LIFE. Jubilee should have said something instead of going this roundabout way to her goal. The irony of her posting a sign banning her friend instead of talking to her was completely lost on Paige.

"You are looking for trouble, querida," Angelo murmured, reading over the list. "And what's wrong with slang?"

Paige placed the game onto the table and pulled out the rule book. "It's in the rules. No slang, no abbreviations, no...hey! Give that back."

Angelo tossed the book into the trashcan. "You need to think outside the box, Country Mouse."

( Read more... )

OOC: Most dialogue is taken from Generation X #5 and #6. I am NOT making up the craziness that is the speech. And it IS canon that Paige is a lightweight. One beer. Seriously.

Nearly one year ago...

Paige has never hated Cable and his ragtag band team of mutants more than at this precise moment. Sam promised to always be there, to always be reachable, and the one time she actually needed him, he and his whole damn team were AWOL. It was all Cable's fault, she just knew it, and wherever they all were Paige had a feeling he was putting Sam and Tabby and the rest of them in danger.

Typical.

Here she was at this brand new school, with these brand new people, and there was no way to contact her brother when the rug was pulled out from under her. Paige wouldn't be surprised if Cable had somehow planned his team's disappearance to coincide with the breaking news of the Legacy virus.

"Ain't bad enough that we got organizations tryin' ta kill us," Paige muttered, kicking a rec room chair in disgust. "Now we got a dang disease ta do us off."

Paige Guthrie was scared. She didn't like diseases. She'd seen what one had done to her father, how quickly it had cut down the strongest man she'd ever known. His death had devastated her family and changed all of their lives. She never wanted to experience someone dying that way again and she certainly didn't want to end up that way.

( Read more... )

HE GAVE ME A DRAWER!

Havin' ta list the three people that mean the most to me is hard. An' just by my number one alone I'm cheatin'.

1. My family, the Guthries. Yeah, I know my family consists of more than one person but there ain't no way I can just pick one of them or even three of them ta be the most important in my life. They all mean the world ta me an' I am who I am today because of each an' every one of them. So they're gettin' clumped together inta bein' my first 'most important' person cause I ain't about ta pick only one of them.

2. Jubilee. She's my best friend an' without her I'm pretty sure I'd have stayed stuck in my room studyin' instead of doin' anythin' worthwhile with my life. Ever since we met she's been there for me an' I'll always be there for her well discountin' the bit where we couldn't stand each other for awhile.An' if'n she doesn't stop tryi' ta annoy me with her music I'm gonna go inta her room an' break her radio.

3. Jono. First boy I ever really loved liked an' my boyfriend. I could list all the things I like about him but I've blushed enough for the day.



I need ta go over Kitty's lesson plans for next week. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

ooc: The Tabby in this is ticktabby and she was happily used with permission.

Awesome was not usually a word found in Paige Guthrie’s vocabulary. She heard it plenty from Jubilee and even from Tabitha on occasion now that the older girl was residing at the mansion. It just wasn't one that Paige ever really thought about using. She preferred to use a plethora of other words. At this particular moment, as she peered out of Jono’s room into the barren hallway, she couldn't help but think about how awesome it would be if she could make it back to her bedroom without being spotted.

Usually this wouldn't have been a big deal. She'd been to Jono's room plenty in the last couple of days and hadn't thought twice about leaving it when others were around. Of course none of those times had she been leaving a little before seven in the morning while still in her pajamas. Not that they'd done anything, or well, nothing the two of them hadn't done before when she'd visited him previously.

( Little baby sister's gonna lose her mind )

It took Paige twenty-four minutes and thirty-three seconds to be ready. Twenty-four was closer to twenty than thirty so she was counting it as a victory on her part. Did men just not understand all the intricacies that went into getting ready? There was picking out an outfit and fixing your hair and then picking another outfit because the shoes that you really wanted to wear didn't work with the first chosen one. Which of course meant doing your hair a different way. Men had it infinitely easier.

She'd settled on black boots she'd borrowed from Rogue the week before to go with the jeans that hugged her curves a little too perfectly and a black and white hooded long-sleeved shirt. Silver bangle bracelets from Tabby completed the outfit. Her room was in a worse state of mess than when she'd started and she tried kicking the clothes into the closet before realizing that she was now over thirty minutes.

Dang it.

She was never going to be able to live this down. Not that it mattered, not really. The part to focus on was that she was going to be having drinks with Jono, not the fact that he'd guessed correctly how long it would take her. The 'with Jono' part of the equation was causing her to grin rather stupidly and she tried to calm herself as she made sure to stuff her keys and cell into her purse.

Now all she had to do was wait for him to arrive.

He was right. The waiting was painful.

Paige Guthrie had never run from anything in her life. She preferred to meet problems head on and figure out a solution. Problems involving people were harder and needed to be dealt with in a more delicate matter than when she fixed a computer error but she used the same philosophy to conquer both. In her opinion there was never any point in beating around the bush and that was why she was standing outside of Jono's new room.

It was best if she got the "hellos" and "how are yous?" done as quickly as possible so she knew where they stood. Of course with Jono she never really understood where she stood. Paige was determined that was not going to happen this time. She would be strong, she wouldn't back down. She was going to make him talk if it killed her.

None of that determination could explain why she'd fussed with her hair for nearly an hour and changed clothes more times than she wanted to mention. Her bed was covered in discarded clothing, none of them quite what she'd wanted. Then, after she'd slipped into a slinky little dress she'd bought with Jubilee on a lark she'd been so disgusted with herself that she'd changed into a pair of old gray sweats and pulled her hair into a ponytail.

And so that's how she was when she knocked on his door and then crossed her arms, hoping her heart wasn't pounding as loud as she thought it was.