John Allerdyce was really cold. Even though he was a fire mutant, thus always hot to the touch, three factors ruled against him. 1) it was winter, 2) it was a winter night, even colder, and 3) he had to share a room with Bobby Drake, an ice mutant. Yeah, this officially sucked. Why the hell did Professor X have to put him in a room with his power opposite, even if Bobby was his best friend?

Shivering, John extended his hand from under his many fire-proof blankets and grabbed his lighter. Underneath the blankets he flicked the lighter open, the flame springing to life.

"Ohh, thank God!" he mumbled as the flame started circling around him.

He quickly heated up, the cold evaporating from his body. He gave an almost-silent but contented sigh. He could still see his breath fogging up in front of his chocolate brown eyes, but he didn't care. He was steaming once more.

Bobby Drake got up early the next morning. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he glanced over at John, and saw that the other mutant was already awake, for once.

"Morning, Bobby," mumbled John, pulling his arm from the blankets to wave and bringing lots of steam with it. The fire still circled his arm.

"Have you been keeping that fire going all night, John? You shouldn't do that, you look almost close to dead," Bobby reprimanded as he sat on John's bed.

"Yeah, well, if this room wasn't so damn cold, I wouldn't have to," said John, pulling his covers over his head.

In reply, Bobby laughed and snatched the blankets away. A high-pitched girly noise came from John's buried-in-the-mattress face. His fist balled up around his lighter. He was shivering like mad as he rolled onto his back and sat up.

"B-Bobby!" he whined. "I n-n-need those!"

The smaller mutant sat cross-legged on his bed, pouting. His not-yet slicked-back, light-brown hair hung into his wide eyes. Bobby hated it when he did that.

"Well, you don't get 'em," replied the blond, diverting his ice blue eyes.

"Aww, please, Bobby?" John begged, wrapping his arms around his taller friend. He yawned. "Or, I could just go to sleep here."

Bobby knew that John was exhausted and that he would indeed fall asleep leaning on his shoulder. Gently, Bobby lowered his friend back onto the bed, then threw the blankets on over him.

"'Night, John," Bobby said softly.

"'Night, Bobby," was the whispered reply.