"The Usual" Disclaimer: I don't own X-men.

A Good Sick-Day

Sick days, I used to like them when I lived in Mississippi. It was just Irene and I then. I didn't have 20 million adult figures checking in on me every 20 friggin minutes to make sure I was still miserably sick and not sitting there reading some book trying to skip out on some test I didn't study for. Besides, I only did that twice…

Sick days can be good or bad.

Good:

-if you have a tv in your room (We Kitty and I don't)

-if there is something good on tv (but first you need a tv in your room…)

-if your headache medicine actually works (and doesn't just make you tired but not tired enough to sleep so that you're left feeling like you're floating between parallel universes)

-if you have the good kind of Kleenexes (not those dang sandpaper Kleenexes)

-if the remote to the tv isn't busted (if you have a tv… come one Professor, read my mind…)

-if you're home alone (SO NO ONE KEEPS CHECKING ON YOU EVERY 20 MINUTES!!!)

-if you have the good kind of popsicles for a sore throat

-if the weather outside is cruddy (it's impossible to fall asleep with the curtains only slightly blocking out sun)

-if there's nothing good going on at school (there hardly ever is so I'm not worried)

-if you have a boyfriend to come and see you and tell you how sexy a Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer nose is (like that's ever gonna happen…)

Bad if it's anything I didn't list.

This isn't really a bad sick day though. The danger room had a malfunction earlier and Mr. McCoy, Scott, Logan, and the professor are busy with fixing it. Jean decided to go back home for the week (score), and so that just leaves Storm. She's pretty lenient though, and decided after checking me on me for the 5th time that I really was sick and should be left alone to sleep. I'm obviously not sleeping though, I'm just waiting for my Nyquil to kick in. I love Nyquil. It just knocks you right out. And while you're waiting for it to, you float in and out of this sleepy dreamish state.

The Nyquil is kind of getting to me I think. Suddenly I'm thinking about that whole thing I mentioned about how I'd like being sick more if I had a boyfriend to come and see me. The problem is I keep picturing Magneto's henchmen Gambit. He'd just make me sicker. He'd never shut up or he'd sit there shuffling his dang deck of cards the entire time and I'd never get to sleep. And he'd look at me with those judging eyes acting like he understands me completely when he doesn't. He doesn't. He doesn't get anything and he never will. I thought Scott understood me, and he didn't. He didn't understand anything. He wouldn't be with Jean if he did, because he would have understood that I liked him. But he didn't understand. He was just trying to be a nice guy and at least act like he understands how hard it is to not be able to be nearly as close to some one as you want to be. And NOT be able to. He could have taken Jean from Duncan if he really tried hard enough, I CAN'T do anything though. Because when you love some one you don't want to hurt them, so I could never truly love them.

Now I'm more awake. And I hear Storm's footsteps on the hall. She doesn't get that her checking on me makes it hard for me to fall asleep. Like this stupid stuffed up nose doesn't make it hard enough, I've gotta worry about people not trusting me enough to stay home when I'm sick and not when I forgot to study for a test. Seriously, I only did that twice. Who wouldn't? It was geometry for god's sake.

Kitty refused to leave me alone after that one time Gambit kidnapped me. She read too much into it. It's not like I chose to run off with him, he friggin KIDNAPPED me. He acted like he understood me! Saying crap about how he was helping me to make my own decisions, all the while probably laughing at how I gave in so easily and how easy I was making it for him to get his father back.

I sound like Kitty.

I love this weather outside. The window is pouring outside, and the thunder and lightning is great. I can't think of anything better to do than lye comfortably in bed on a stormy day. I wish I wasn't so cold though. I've got a quilt, my comforter, a sheet, and a space blanket on my bed and I'm still freezing. My temperature is 103 (and I didn't hold it underneath a lamp or get Amara to warm it up for me before she left for school) and I'm freezing my ass off.

I think the Nyquil has finally started to really work. I'm going…

There's some one climbing in my window. I don't know how he got past the security system. What's weirder is that I feel completely safe. Safer than usual. I wish I wasn't so out of it, my eye-lids are too heavy to see clearly who it is. It's weird though, it looks like he has red on black eyes…