It's not that Kurt didn't like drama. He loved drama. He loved performing. He went out of his way to perform, because he missed entertaining people. But they chose such bad plays.

And the drama coach loved Shakespeare. Kurt didn't GET Shakespeare. Why on Earth would you use such long and drawn out words? Why take five minutes to say what could be said in five seconds?

Besides, he didn't understand half of the words. Goddamn English. He was sure this wasn't English. It must be some other language that the Americans learnt that the rest of the world wasn't told about.

It made him feel really stupid.

He sighed and waved at Jess. She was sitting across the theatre, sighing over the script herself.

Jessica Simmins was a bit of an enigma to the mutants of Bayville. She herself was a mutant, an empath with the power to manipulate emotions. But she had a firm control over her powers and refused to join either the Brotherhood or the Institute on the simple reason that she HAD a home, thankyou very much. A very happy family, she had somewhere to go, she liked both groups, and wasn't willing to start hating one side or the other.

She was one of Kurt's few friends outside the institute, but also good friends with Lance Alvers. She found his name hilarious. If you swapped them around they said 'Alverslance' and his codename was 'Avalanche'. She knew it was a bad pun, but COME ON!

However, she kept trying to make Kurt talk peacefully with Lance. He usually just waved her off or yelled at her for trying to literally MAKE him, but in drama he had little choice. The only other friends he had in drama were Kitty and Rogue, both of which were talking to Lance, Todd and Pietro.

They would never be civil outside this room, and they all knew it, because Scott would blow his top.

"Macbeth?" mouthed Jess, waving the script. "Do these people have lives?"

Kurt smiled and turned to listen to the boy behind him, Greg, the designated director for everything. He was describing to the construction crew his choices for the leading roles. Kurt just happened to be standing nearby.

Sounded like Rogue was the first witch, Kitty was Lady Macduff, Jess was Hecate and Kurt was headed for a murderer. Interesting. What he heard next shocked him. Pietro was getting Macduff! The good guy! Kurt had to hold in his laughter, Lance was going to be the Macduff's son. He had one scene and died in it. Even Kurt understood that scene, Lance had some pretty funny lines and best of all, Kurt got to kill him.

He raised his holographic eyebrows. Todd was Macbeth. Wow. He looked over, surprise etched on his face.

"What?" asked Jess.

"Toad is Macbeth!" he mouthed. Her eyes widened and she gave him a look of misunderstanding. He shrugged and mouthed it again. Having heard all he was interested in, he flipped off the stage and jogged over to them. "I don't believe it."

Jess sat back. "Neither do I."

"Maybe they're going for the physical look, ja?"

She looked up from under her darkly painted makeup. She was a goth, albeit a very cheerful goth, but she liked the look. "Maybe. What am I?"

"Witch. The Hecate woman." He looked at Lance and smirked. "I'm a murderer."

"I think you might be right, the physical thing. Mean, I already do the dark thing, you've got the dark hair to look shady, if you'd stop grinning once in a while, Todd's got the rep and the looks to be a bad guy, and Macbeth does go a little weird."

Kurt nodded his agreement when an argument suddenly broke out behind Jess.

"Come on, Kitty! Calm down! I didn't mean anything-"

"Like hell you didn't! I know what that means!"

"What what means? I didn't say anything!"

"Yes you did. Screw you, Lance. We're through."

"Again." Muttered Kurt, kneeling on the seat in front of Jess.

"But what did I do?"

Kitty stood up and marched past Rogue and Todd. Pietro and Lance looked at her back, confused.

"What'd y'do?" asked Pietro. "I didn't hear anythin' bad."

"I didn't either." Agreed Rogue.

"What happened?" asked Jess, turning in her seat.

"I was talking to Kitty about pets, and I said I thought cats were really nice, and she got all. like that!" Lance looked dumbfounded.

Kurt blinked. "Cats? Maybe she thought you were talking about her."

"I wasn't, but even so."

Jess stared. "What were your actual words?"

Pietro grinned. "She said: 'dogs are really dirty' and Lance said 'but you like it dirty' and she laughed and said 'you know it' and then he said 'I like cats myself, I think they're really nice to look at' and I think she thought he meant pu-"

"Okay, Pietro!" snapped Lance. "Man, does that girl take everything the wrong way?"

"Except what she says." Said Kurt.

"Shuddup Fuzzball. I know the second you get home she'll be down your pants."

Kurt blinked again. She'd probably try it, but he was going out with Tabby tomorrow, so he intended to eat his weight tonight so he could keep up with her.

"Why put up with it if it gets to you so much?" asked Rogue, inspecting her gloves. "You and her are always fighting. Why get back together?"

He shrugged. "Coz."

Kurt rolled his eyes. Everyone knew he was crazy about Kitty. Everyone but him. He'd tried to join the X-men for her, but it hadn't worked out. But even since then, he'd spent as much time as he could with her.

Pietro was suddenly beside Kurt. "Tell me Freakshow, who am I?"

"Quicksilver?"

"Knock it off." He shoved Kurt's shoulder, then blurred to the other side and pushed his other shoulder until Kurt was straight again. He appeared on the other side. "What's our characters?"

"You, I think, are Macduff. Kitty's husband."

Pietro paled even further. He glanced at Lance. "uh."

"What do I care!" shouted Lance, standing up. He too shoved past Rogue and Todd, then headed out of the theatre.

Jess chewed her lip. "She doesn't deserve him. He puts up with anything for her."

"Don't we all." Said Kurt. Pietro laughed and moved to sit with Todd. "I used to, too."

"Still do!" called Rogue. He gave her a look, but went back to Jess, who was now in a thinky mood.

"okay people," said Greg, standing centre stage like he owned it. "We'll put up the castings on Monday after we decide on Lady Macbeth and Duncan. Thanks for coming, we'll see you here then."

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Scott agreed to give Jess a lift home. She and Kurt sat in the back with Kitty, listening to Scott and Jean argue.

Apparently, Scott was going on a date with Tarryn, and Jean was going out with Duncan. They didn't like the other's choice.

"Well, you could have asked me before, you know!"

"You wouldn't have said yes!"

"How do you know!"

"I'm developing telepathic powers."

"Like hell. So why didn't you ask me?"

"Tarryn already suggested it before I could think about it. Why do you even care, anyway?"

"I don't! But you're making such a big deal about it!"

"I'm not the one making a big deal! That Duncan guy is one of the leading members of FOH. You think I'm gonna just let my friend get killed?"

"He doesn't even know I'm a mutant!"

"There have been too many close calls, Jean! One day, he's gonna find out and hurt you!"

"And what about Tarryn? When do you think she'll just take those glasses off?"

"That is not gonna happen! Besides, I don't ask her out! She makes me ask her out!"

"How does anyone MAKE you ask them out?"

"How do you say no to someone like that when it's so forward?"

Kurt and Jess exchanged glances over Kitty's head, who was still fuming.

"So, who's this Duncan guy?" asked Jess.

"Jock." Answered Kurt.

"Oh, the blonde one."

"Mm. Football star." Kurt went back to the script, flipping over his scenes. "I get to call Lance an egg."

All three girls stopped what they were doing and stared at him.

"Well, I do."

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Note from LeDiz.

Sometimes, my friends, we must admit we suck. And personally, I have decided that the last two chapters of I always do, well, do suck. So I'm going to do something very awful, and write this. Kurt is currently trying to hit me over the back of the head for writing anything so typical, and now he's trying to kill me for succumbing to this. So, you wonderful people out there, you must live with this. If you really want me to continue with I always do, you're gonna have to tell me, coz I'm leaving it in its stupid position until I can figure out how to make it better, and until then, we're going to tort- I mean, toy with a few people's heads... Anon, my friends!