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"I'm going to tell him." Tabitha looked in the mirror at herself. "I'm going to tell him, today." She reassured herself.
"You've been sayin' that since two weeks ago." Julio Richter pointed out, Tabitha glared at him over her shoulder.
He reclined on her bed, his attention drawn to the small Game Boy game in his hands. Tabitha looked at herself in the full-length mirror once again, she wore her new uniform with her new code name on it. Swallowing, she shook her head yes.
"I'm going to tell him today." She iterated, "But not in this outfit."
Two hours later, Tabitha's room was completely destroyed. Her clothes were strewn about, covering the floor with jeans, her bed, and Rictor, covered in tank tops and T-shirts.
"I do not have anything to wear!" Tabitha moaned flopping on her bed face down.
"What do you mean!?" Richter shouted, tossing his game aside. "You've got more cloths then the Salvation Army!"
"And that's where all of this," Tabitha paused, flipping on her back and sat up, picking up one of her shirts, "Should go!" Tabitha threw it in the general direction of the closet.
"Why don't you just do what you use to do all the time when we were new mutants?"
Tabitha glared at him, "I did NOT stuff my bra!"
"Not that, what I meant is why don't you use the Shi'ar clothes thing." Richter suggested. The words barely escaped his mouth before Tabitha grabbed him by the hand and raced down to the basement.
"Okay, let's seat it to, size, seven. Put your eyes back in your head Ric, I do have hips. Ooo-kay. Color?" Tabitha glanced over at her prisoner.
"NOT pink, OR green. I'm sorry those are just NOT very becoming on any one."
"Okay, then what's your suggestion?"
" Red or black. Maybe both, Don't look at me like that! Okay okay let me think; whites out of the question, we both know that. Maybe, blue?"
"What kind of blue?" Tabitha asked popping her gum.
"What kind? Blue. That's the only kind that I know of."
"Wrong! There's midnight blue, sky blue, royal blue, light blue, dark blue, robin's egg blue, normal crayon box blue, the list goes on and on! Help me out here!"
"Okay, Madre do Dios I didn't think you meant to be so picky. Try Sky blue."
"Okay. Sky blue size seven, okay now what?"
"Isn't this the part were you go in to the machine and walk out with new clothes?" Richter questioned.
"Shorts? Skirt? Pants? Khakis? Skort? Capris? Dress?"
"Madre, um, try pants. Black before you ask."
"Okay, Um, Shoes?"
"Don't ask me on that! I don't know about that fashion crap you girls know."
"Fine." Tabitha gave a scared look before letting the steal doors slid shut behind her.
"Oh wow." Richter whispered a few seconds after Tabitha went in the doors slid back open. She stood her hands behind her. "You look great."
"Do you think he'll like it?"
"He'll love it."
Samuel Guthrie sat by his window, and looked out into the green fields surrounding the Westchester mansion. He didn't want to admit it, but it still played on his mind. He was bored. Jimmy and Teresa were lurking around together somewhere, Shatterstar was in the Danger Room with Feral training, as usual and Tabitha and Richter he saw, were headed somewhere in the basement. Hand in hand.
Sam didn't want to admit it, but the fact Rictor was holding Tabitha's hand bothered him greatly. But I've got Lila. Don't I?
"Sam, there's someone waitin' for you at the dock." Richter informed him as the Mexican walked by the door.
"Huh?"
"Just get down there Dixon."
"Tabitha?" Sam whispered as his feet touched the grass. She smiled at him at bit her lower lip.
"Hey Mason-Dixon." Tabitha said meekly.
"Uh, Ric said you had somethin' to tell me?"
"Uh, yeah, I do. But I don't know how to say it, so let's play a little game okay?"
"Okay." Sam agreed confused.
"Okay." Does he even notice I got a new outfit on? Men.
"Ah never saw you in that before." Sam told her shyly.
"You like it?" Tabitha heart raced.
"Yeah, it looks---great on you, girl. But Ah'm tellin' you things you already know."
"Back to the game, " Tabitha remembered. "Are you good at rhyming games?"
"Oh, sure. But Ah thought it was more important than a game." Sam confessed, his hope dipping a little.
"Well it is, but I don't know how to tell you, so I'll give you a word and you think of words it rhymes with, okay, cry."
"Cry? Oumh, cry, die, fry, ary, bry, I-"
"Yes! I okay, second word. Uhm, " Tabitha's cheeks flushed crimson. "Dove."
"Okay, Above, Trove, Shove, ---love?" Sam asked, blushing as deep as Tabitha, who nodded her head.
"New."
Sam wasn't a complete idiot. He knew what she was saying. 'I love you' by rhymes. Sam smiled down at her for a moment.
"Cry Dove New, too." Sam laughed back.