The Roof, Friday Evening

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Jean was up on the roof again because that was totally where you met fun people and not creeps at all.

Really.

Sighing as she sat on the ledge, feet over the side, Jean tried to pick up what looked like a candy wrapper on the ground. It could easily be explained as the wind!

[[Open roof is open!]]

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"Oh, Jean, you wound me!" Bobby cried dramatically, clutching at his heart and leaning backwards so that he fell off the edge of the roof. In the direction that didn't end with him going splat on the lawn, thank you.

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Jean pushed his chest to help him along that way then. "Have you decided on classes?"

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"Uh huh," he nodded from where he was sprawled along the, uh, floor of the roof. "Ethics, though I don't know if I'll get in to that one, apparently it's really popular? And Humorous History. And, uh..." he mumbled something incoherent.

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"What?" Because she couldn't hear him, you know.

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"Sex Ed," Bobby said. Still very quietly, though at least this time he didn't mumble.

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Jean's eyes went wide at the thought of Bobby and... you know. It just did not compute. At all.

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"What?"

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"Nothing!"

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"You totally made a face," Bobby complained.

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"You said sex ed!" That was a defense, yes.

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"Jean. I'm fifteen. I need to know these things!" Yeah, not helping, Bobby.

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Jean covered her ears, making a face. "Bobby, gross!"

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"It's either this or emailing War to ask about these sorts of things," Bobby pointed out. That was what billionaire playboy friends were for, right? He definitely wasn't about to mention the word 'sex' in front of Scott like ever. Hank would just give him a biology lecture. The Professor was all, you know, old... and his Jean? No. Just no.

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And in a wheelchair.

Eeeeew.

"You didn't take it before?" Maybe girls had to for... other reasons, okay?

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"Not really?" Bobby shrugged. "Classes at Xavier's were kind of um. Off the beaten track?" Because Fandom High's were so normal.

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"Well, didn't you also go to school outside the Institute?"

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"...No?" Bobby shrugged. "Why would I do that?"

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"Well, for actual classes."

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Another shrug. "We took a lot of assessment tests mostly." Xavier was... maybe a tad too focused on training them to use their powers, yes.

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"Weird." Jean offered him a hand. "I--we went to the highschool in town."

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Bobby took the hand up and pulled himself back into a sitting position. "Yet another weird difference between our worlds, huh?"

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"I was on the soccer team. Do you know if they have sports here?" Dear god, let the Sue Sue it up!

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"Well there's cheerleaders," Bobby pointed out, because by some wonder of wonders, he'd actually noticed- and read- the posters last week. "So they must cheer for something, right?" He might not be a fresh-off-the-plane newbie anymore, but clearly there were some things about Fandom he just didn't know yet. Like the fact that the cheerleaders existed despite a lack of anything to cheer for.

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So, basically they were from Bring It On.

...that made sense.

"Great! I'll have to sign up for tryouts."