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[Scene] Josh takes a break to go home
Though he's been around in the mansion, we're only just beginning to find Josh in scenes, since I've just picked him up as a character! More info about that here.
Josh Foley slammed his suitcase down on the floor and turned on his heels. "I guess that's it, then," he said stonily.
"What else do you want us to say, Joshua?" his mother answered. "I thought we'd resolved everything the last time we spoke."
"Well, I thought having your son come home might do something to change your mind!" he shot back.
"Josh... I'm sorry," his mother said with a helpless shrug, as though there were nothing she could do. "But your legal guardianship was turned over to this... school of yours. This isn't your home anymore."
"Well, home or not, there's still stuff here that belongs to me. So I guess I'll be taking it all."
"Take as much time as you need, then," his mother replied, and left the living room of her house, leaving Josh alone in the front hallway. His expression was hot and angry, but his bright blue eyes stung with tears that he would not allow himself to cry. It was a side of himself he hated to encounter. Josh was normally such a happy-go-lucky kid, eager to please everyone and hard to upset with little things. But these were his parents, and they had just thrown him away, given him to Xavier's School where he would be with others like himself. He had already lived at the school for several months now, with no word from his parents about changing their minds.
Josh enjoyed the school, and got along with almost everyone there. It didn't change the fact that there was still an emptiness in his heart where his family used to be, reminding him that his eager-to-please nature had failed the people he loved. These thoughts ran through his head as he defiantly charged up the stairs to what he still thought of as his house, and went to his room, and began to throw things into his suitcase. Old books he probably wouldn't read again, a blanket he didn't need as his bed at the school was perfectly warm, toys he had outgrown years ago - they all went into the suitcase in a rage. In actuality, most of the things that Josh needed or used often had been taken with him the first time he was shipped off to Xavier's. Girls' Night In, he figured, might be a good time for him to try coming back home to Queens and see if his parents were still stubbornly refusing to accept that their son was a mutant.
Once his room was thoroughly ransacked for anything else he might want or miss while at school, Josh heaved himself onto his old bed and let a few tears escape in the privacy of his room before going back downstairs to face his parents.
"Is Dad home?" he asked his mother.
"Your father won't be home til seven. It might be best if you left soon, though."
"Can't I wait until then?" Josh asked.
"I don't think that would be wise, Joshua, especially since he isn't expecting a visit. Besides, he might be a little upset at the thought of any of the neighbors noticing you coming back home. Your... your appearance, it's simply too noticable to hide the fact that you're a mutant!"
Josh sighed. So things wouldn't be changing. "You didn't even call or anything when I was at the school. You didn't even care how I was doing, or if I was still alive!" he said, raising his voice.
His mother was surprisingly complacent with his attitude, without even shouting back. "There isn't anything your father or I could do for you. They're taking care of you at the school, aren't they? We know you'll be fine."
"Well, I'm not." Josh sighed. "Fine. I'll get out of your hair, then. Mom," he added, testing out her reaction to his continued use of the word. She simply nodded. Josh turned to walk out of the front door, but lingered. "You sure you don't want me to call, or anything?" he asked timidly.
"I'll talk to your father," his mother said non-commitedly. But it was more than Josh expected. He gave her a quick hug, which she returned, and left to catch a taxi to the train station.
Once on the train back to Xavier's, Josh sighed deeply and reminded himself he was going to his new home. They're all friends, he told himself. Even the ones who act like jerks. They're all like me.
Before Josh left that morning, he had to let a faculty member know he would be leaving the campus for the day. He chose to talk to Hank McCoy, since he was probably the closest to him. Hank had wished him luck, and even found Josh to give him a book to read on the train ride. "Some food for the soul," he had said.
"Thanks, Professor McCoy," Josh had replied. It was The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. Josh started it on the train ride to Queens, and pulled it out of his bag to finish on the way back to the school.
As he read through the novel, he found a page where Hank had highlighted a section. On the pages of the novel was a poem by Robert Frost:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Josh laughed, saying to himself, "Typical Hank and his poetry," but felt touched in a way he wouldn't dare admit to anyone else.
Josh's experience with his mother and seeing his old home had stung, but he pushed his feelings aside to fit the bill of how everyone would be expecting him to be when he arrived back at Xavier's. As soon as he hopped out of the taxi in front of the school, however, he no longer had to pretend. Happiness came easily to Josh, and seeing the familiar faces of the girls gathered around the big screen TV, still immersed in their Girls Night In, gave him some spirit.
"Ahhhh, oh no, it's a BOY!" he yelled, running in front of the TV. All of the girls shrieked accordingly, and Josh was bombarded with pillows and a few odd makeup supplies.
"Out! No boys allowed, Foley!" Jubilee yelled.
"Awww, not even little old me?" Josh teased, blocking the girls' view of the TV.
"You can stay if you want a makeover!" Lorna promised, brandishing a makeup brush.
"Ew, forget it," Josh surrendered, waving a glittering gold hand at the girls as he went to pick up his suitcase.
"Hey, where'd you go, Josh?" Amara asked.
"Oh," Josh shrugged casually. "Nowhere exciting."
"Really? I thought you'd want to stay here today. All the boys are doing something together. You should go find them," Amara informed him.
Josh brightened. "Cool. I bet you anything they're in the basement." He dragged his suitcase to the bottom of the stairs leading up to his room, and left it there to find the rest of the boys.
"Hey, mate," Jono greeted him.
"Oh, look who showed up, it's the homo," someone called. Josh rolled his eyes. Who else? It was Julian. However, as Josh leapt down the last few stairs, the rest of the boys gave him a proper hello.
"Is it okay if I join in?" he asked.
"Take a seat," Warren said.
"Why not?" Julian said amiably, which surprised Josh, until he continued, "We've got the Queen of Queers playing with us, why not Homo Boy? I mean, Golden Boy?"
Josh sighed and pulled up a chair.
Josh Foley slammed his suitcase down on the floor and turned on his heels. "I guess that's it, then," he said stonily.
"What else do you want us to say, Joshua?" his mother answered. "I thought we'd resolved everything the last time we spoke."
"Well, I thought having your son come home might do something to change your mind!" he shot back.
"Josh... I'm sorry," his mother said with a helpless shrug, as though there were nothing she could do. "But your legal guardianship was turned over to this... school of yours. This isn't your home anymore."
"Well, home or not, there's still stuff here that belongs to me. So I guess I'll be taking it all."
"Take as much time as you need, then," his mother replied, and left the living room of her house, leaving Josh alone in the front hallway. His expression was hot and angry, but his bright blue eyes stung with tears that he would not allow himself to cry. It was a side of himself he hated to encounter. Josh was normally such a happy-go-lucky kid, eager to please everyone and hard to upset with little things. But these were his parents, and they had just thrown him away, given him to Xavier's School where he would be with others like himself. He had already lived at the school for several months now, with no word from his parents about changing their minds.
Josh enjoyed the school, and got along with almost everyone there. It didn't change the fact that there was still an emptiness in his heart where his family used to be, reminding him that his eager-to-please nature had failed the people he loved. These thoughts ran through his head as he defiantly charged up the stairs to what he still thought of as his house, and went to his room, and began to throw things into his suitcase. Old books he probably wouldn't read again, a blanket he didn't need as his bed at the school was perfectly warm, toys he had outgrown years ago - they all went into the suitcase in a rage. In actuality, most of the things that Josh needed or used often had been taken with him the first time he was shipped off to Xavier's. Girls' Night In, he figured, might be a good time for him to try coming back home to Queens and see if his parents were still stubbornly refusing to accept that their son was a mutant.
Once his room was thoroughly ransacked for anything else he might want or miss while at school, Josh heaved himself onto his old bed and let a few tears escape in the privacy of his room before going back downstairs to face his parents.
"Is Dad home?" he asked his mother.
"Your father won't be home til seven. It might be best if you left soon, though."
"Can't I wait until then?" Josh asked.
"I don't think that would be wise, Joshua, especially since he isn't expecting a visit. Besides, he might be a little upset at the thought of any of the neighbors noticing you coming back home. Your... your appearance, it's simply too noticable to hide the fact that you're a mutant!"
Josh sighed. So things wouldn't be changing. "You didn't even call or anything when I was at the school. You didn't even care how I was doing, or if I was still alive!" he said, raising his voice.
His mother was surprisingly complacent with his attitude, without even shouting back. "There isn't anything your father or I could do for you. They're taking care of you at the school, aren't they? We know you'll be fine."
"Well, I'm not." Josh sighed. "Fine. I'll get out of your hair, then. Mom," he added, testing out her reaction to his continued use of the word. She simply nodded. Josh turned to walk out of the front door, but lingered. "You sure you don't want me to call, or anything?" he asked timidly.
"I'll talk to your father," his mother said non-commitedly. But it was more than Josh expected. He gave her a quick hug, which she returned, and left to catch a taxi to the train station.
Once on the train back to Xavier's, Josh sighed deeply and reminded himself he was going to his new home. They're all friends, he told himself. Even the ones who act like jerks. They're all like me.
Before Josh left that morning, he had to let a faculty member know he would be leaving the campus for the day. He chose to talk to Hank McCoy, since he was probably the closest to him. Hank had wished him luck, and even found Josh to give him a book to read on the train ride. "Some food for the soul," he had said.
"Thanks, Professor McCoy," Josh had replied. It was The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. Josh started it on the train ride to Queens, and pulled it out of his bag to finish on the way back to the school.
As he read through the novel, he found a page where Hank had highlighted a section. On the pages of the novel was a poem by Robert Frost:
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Josh laughed, saying to himself, "Typical Hank and his poetry," but felt touched in a way he wouldn't dare admit to anyone else.
Josh's experience with his mother and seeing his old home had stung, but he pushed his feelings aside to fit the bill of how everyone would be expecting him to be when he arrived back at Xavier's. As soon as he hopped out of the taxi in front of the school, however, he no longer had to pretend. Happiness came easily to Josh, and seeing the familiar faces of the girls gathered around the big screen TV, still immersed in their Girls Night In, gave him some spirit.
"Ahhhh, oh no, it's a BOY!" he yelled, running in front of the TV. All of the girls shrieked accordingly, and Josh was bombarded with pillows and a few odd makeup supplies.
"Out! No boys allowed, Foley!" Jubilee yelled.
"Awww, not even little old me?" Josh teased, blocking the girls' view of the TV.
"You can stay if you want a makeover!" Lorna promised, brandishing a makeup brush.
"Ew, forget it," Josh surrendered, waving a glittering gold hand at the girls as he went to pick up his suitcase.
"Hey, where'd you go, Josh?" Amara asked.
"Oh," Josh shrugged casually. "Nowhere exciting."
"Really? I thought you'd want to stay here today. All the boys are doing something together. You should go find them," Amara informed him.
Josh brightened. "Cool. I bet you anything they're in the basement." He dragged his suitcase to the bottom of the stairs leading up to his room, and left it there to find the rest of the boys.
"Hey, mate," Jono greeted him.
"Oh, look who showed up, it's the homo," someone called. Josh rolled his eyes. Who else? It was Julian. However, as Josh leapt down the last few stairs, the rest of the boys gave him a proper hello.
"Is it okay if I join in?" he asked.
"Take a seat," Warren said.
"Why not?" Julian said amiably, which surprised Josh, until he continued, "We've got the Queen of Queers playing with us, why not Homo Boy? I mean, Golden Boy?"
Josh sighed and pulled up a chair.
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BECAUSE IT'S GOLD.
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