She was standing behind the oak desk, wearing her lovely red dress, which radiated her more than ever. That white streak of hair was overwhelmingly sexy in his eyes. But yet, he couldn't make his, for her heart belonged to his best friend. Her name was Marie, but her true identity was Rogue. She was beautiful young girl, with black hair and a streak of white given to her by the infamous Magneto, a.k.a. Eric Lensher. Pyro was never the one to portray his feelings in the open; he always kept them inside, in fear of vulnerability. But this feeling was something inexplicable. He couldn't quite contain it. "Hey Pyro." He heard a soft, gentle voice form behind him, and he wheeled around and saw her angelic face. "H-hi. How are you?" "I'm good, but there's been something I want to tell you." She moved in towards him, and he could count each of her eyelashes. She was much too close.