Author's Note:
What's bothering John?
"Four more days 'til Christmas! What'd you get me?" Rogue spun into the room, flopping onto John's bed.
"Nothing." John answered, irritated.
"Oh, very funny. I've already got your's and Bobby's gifts." Rogue didn't pick up on his attitude at first.
"Good for you." He turned back around in his chair to face his desk.
"Well, technically, it's good for you guys. Where is Bobby, anyways?"
"I don't know, probably with Kitty."
Rogue rolled over onto her stomach and propped her head on her hand,
"What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing."
Rogue frowned and made her way to the desk, squatting beside his chair.
"Come on, John. Are you mad at me?"
"No."
"Then what's wrong? And don't tell me nothing, I know you better then that."
"I don't want to talk about it. I'll be back later." He hurried out of the room and she, frowning deeper, took his seat. It was warm and smelled like him. She inhaled lightly and, glancing at the desk, did a double take on the paper he'd been staring at.
"Oh my god. That's a picture of me."
The End