A/N: I was really bored, and this is what happens when you're bored and on the phone with your friends. Or maybe It's just because I was having internet withdrawal....
I'm staring across the table at my roommate, John Allerdyce, with his James Dean hair and wannabe bad ass personality. God he makes me sick. He always seems to take the moments where i'm feeling the worst to show up. Or maybe i'm just paranoid. I'd rather go with the former opposed to the latter.

I've never been one to wallow in self-pity. Ah, hell. Who am I kidding? I've been moping about ever since I met Rogue, and the last person I wanted to see at that moment was sitting across the table from me with a sly smile. God, i'd love to just reach over and smack that smirk right off his face.

"Maybe it's your lame hair cut."

John's insult is washing over me like a pot of boiling water, scalding to the touch. If I'mnot mistaken, my anger had caused the temperature in the room to drop several degrees.

"Ice boy's getting angry. Better turn on the heat."

John's snickers are really annoying. I never realized that before. Reminds me of a hyena....His hand's reaching towards me, and I jump. Liquor. In his hand? And he was giving it to me. And here I thought he was going to hit me...

"Th'hell's this for?"

I won't bother hiding the anger in my voice. John usually didn't take the hint anyway.

"To loosen you up, Drake. If you were strung any tighter i'd say you were stick-up-the-ass Summers's clone."

Funny. Right. And how many times have I heard him say that before? Whatever. It was one drink, and I was depressed. I could always blame it on the media or something later. Jubilee always does. So, I guess I'll drink it.

Oh. My. God. THAT BURNED!

"Holy hell!"

Yes. That was me, complete with falling off of the stool. Apparently John thinks it's funny, me falling on my ass. Jerk.

"I take it you've never drank before.."

"Sure I have.."

Course...it was only wine. And...I got sick after a couple of sips. But he doesn't need to know that. John's like a raging inferno in all aspects, there's no need to feul him.

"Have another."

He's giving me more liquor. Suspicious but..eh. What the hell? Might as well drink. Maybe i'll die...that'd really cap off my lame existance. The liquor's actually making me feel better. Maybe I can...wait a minute. Why am I talking to John? Oh man. Loose lips.

"I can't stand not being able to touch her! She just stares at me...and I can tell she wants it. And she knows I want it..and...we can't because of her stupid mutation..."

I have never, EVER, talked to John before. Yet..it kind of feels good talking to someone about my feelings. I'm just thankful he's not laughing at me. Then again, he's not exactly talking either. But he does keep giving me booze...Apparently we're out of liquor.

"The way she stares at Logan. You know, I bet if she could have she'd already have screwed her. What's so great about him?! I can be just as much man as him!"

Truth is, I am twice the man he is. Logan's pretty short. But..he can snap my spine in two before I can even say 'got ya!'. Probably why John's smirking at me. Or..is he? Wow. John's doing a type of dance. And the table's moving with him.

Huh. I guess I passed out. I've got a killer headache, but I don't think I passed out in the front lawn. Sure was nice of John to listen to me. Maybe I've been too hard on him. Maybe we can be friends aga-

Hey! Where are my clothes? More importantly, why am I covered in blue paint?

....

I hate John.