Rogue stood still, on the roof's edge of Xavier's Institute for Gifted Youngsters.
The wind rustled her dark brown hair, which was loose, traveling almost done to her rear. The wind hit every place of skin on her body. Her bare arms, her knees which were seen through the holes in her jeans. Her purple v-neck blouse. She held out her arms, closed her eyes, and edged a little closer.
Warren was flying in the sky, as the sun began to set. Thunderclouds were gathering, rain clearly about to come. He didn't care though, sometimes the rain felt refreshing on his bare chest, and long wings. It was an odd sensation, but right now he was just enjoying the breeze, gliding carelessly in circles above the school, letting his mind wander. As he opened his eyes, to view the clouds, he caught a site of somebody. She was standing on the roof's edge, and she looked like she was about to…
"Hey!" Warren screamed from the skies, starting to fly towards the other mutant, "Stop! No, don't do it!" He froze as she suddenly plummeted off the roof, falling helplessly towards the ground. And then in a second he was moving, flying as hard as he could. Just a little faster, he told himself. He caught her, a few feet from the ground, just as the rain started to pour.
"What the hell were you doing?" He screamed landing steadily on the grass and dropping her in a heap.
"What the hell were you doing?" She demanded, jumping to her feet, never letting a solid glare leave her face.
"Saving you from a dumb mistake," he growled, turning his head.
"That really isn't up to you to decide, bird-boy! Maybe it was the best idea of my life!" she retorted, hitting his chest in anger. He smiled at the weakness of her fist.
"Committing suicide was the best idea of your life? That's impossible," he scoffed.
"Why?" she hissed.
"You're only like eighteen. That isn't even a life. It's only two decades."
"Don't act like you know me, and my life. Like you know my whole story. My life has been heartbreaking, horrible, and painful. If I want to end it, it's my decision."
"Don't you have a boyfriend to entertain you or something?" he snapped, bitterly.
"No, in fact. He cheated on me and then broke it off. So excuse me if I want to get away from him," Rogue said.
"Just because one guy is a fucking asshole doesn't mean there isn't somebody else out there. Grow up."
"Don't try and control my personal life and then tell me to grow up, Warren. It makes you a hypocrite, and a jerk."
"Well apparently one jerk is enough to get you jumping off buildings, I wonder what you'll do with two jerks," Warren screamed.
"Jump out of a plane," Rogue remarked sarcastically.
"Or maybe I could just take you up and drop you," Warren said, his face growing red in anger.
"It'd be easier."
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Warren growled.
"You offered…" Rogue commented.
"No I did not offer. Like hell I'd do that."
"Why not?" Rogue said impatiently.
"Because," Warren sighed, "Then I couldn't be with you." Rogue looked at him for a long time, as the rain soaked her clothes, and dampened her hair. Warren didn't make eye contact, but starred quietly at the grass.
"I wasn't committing suicide," Rogue whispered.
"Then what were you doing?" he asked, finally meeting her eyes.
"I was watching you," she admitted, "Thinking about you."
"Why'd you jump then?" he asked, "Am I that bad looking?"
She laughed, "You startled me, when you yelled. I tripped. I was hoping you'd catch me."
"Were you also hoping we'd get into a screaming match?" he asked.
"Nope," she said, smiling, "I was hoping I'd get the guts to do this." She stepped forward, and pressed her lips against his.
They didn't even notice that the rain stopped.