If you asked Bobby a year ago what he'd be doing right now; he'd probably say flunking math. But that, so isn't the case anymore. It hasn't been since that day he met Professor Charles Xavier, mutant master. Ever since he met the telepath every wondrous thing he never imagined came to life. He discovered he was a mutant; capable of controlling ice. He would've been a lot more psyched about it, if everyone he used to know didn't try to kill him. But then again, almost dying had become a biweekly thing since joining the X-Men.
"Marco?" A muffled voice on the other side of the door called out. Bobby smiled and sat the box he was carrying down on his messy bed. Thank god at least he had an excuse to stop working now.
"Polo." He called. The golden doorknob twisted, opening with a creek. In the doorway stood Jean Grey, arguably one of his best friends. The red head gave him a dazzling smile and strolled into his new room. "Well someone's looking, normal."
And he was right, for a change. Neither of them were wearing their uniforms for the first time in weeks. They were wearing time appropriate clothes and actually looked like modern teens. You see, Bobby and Jean aren't from today. Then again neither is Scott, Warren, or Hank. The Beast of the present X-Men brought them to the future to correct the mess their future selves made. And so far, they haven't had much luck.
"For once in our miserable lives." Jean said with a forced chuckle. She sighed as she sat gingerly in Bobby's desk chair. She looked tired. But Bobby couldn't talk, he looked he'd been through hell too. The recent months hadn't been too kind to them, and it was starting to show. "Are you still unpacking? God you move like a snail."
"Not everyone can move things with their brains." Bobby said hanging some clothes in his closet. His friend groaned and slouched down in the chair. Suddenly the shirts in Bobby's hands grew a mind of their own and flew away from him, landing in one of the drawers of the mahogany wood dresser. He turned and glared at Jean. "I'll never understand what everyone sees in you."
"Of course you won't, you're gay." Jean sneered. Bobby's smirk turned into a genuine frown at her words. She gave him a sheepish smile and looked at him apologetically. "Still too soon?"
"Yeah." Bobby said and turned back to folding his clothes. A thick awkward silence filled the air and threatened to choke them. You see, Jean found out a very serious secret. Well it was serious to him. Bobby was gay. Yeah, shocker. Jean had caught wind from one of his stray thoughts and poof, there goes his secret. Bobby loved Jean, she was like his sister or something. But that girl just couldn't mind her own business.
"Y'know Gambit's kind of cute." She said aloud.
"I'm not doing this with you Jean." Bobby said dryly.
"What about Logan, he's nice and husky?" Jean tried.
"I'm serious." He reiterated.
"Ok how about Pyro he's-"
"Jean!" Bobby exclaimed silencing. "I'm so serious, stop."
"Well who else am I supposed to talk about boys with?" She grumbled. Bobby shrugged and closed the last box. Jean just didn't understand what it was like. After years and years of pretending he liked one thing, just suddenly speaking his mind about whatever wasn't easy. "Sorry."
"Hmm?" Bobby looked over his shoulder, his train of thought ruined. "Were you reading my thoughts?"
"No, but I could feel your irritation. I'm sorry." She apologized.
"Eh, don't worry about it." Bobby shrugged. "By the way,"
Jean looked up from her nails, her attention caught. "Gambit is hotter than Pyro hands down."