Disclaimer: I don't
own the beautiful marvels called the X-Men.
I am a poor college student who only writes at a third grade reading
level. You do the math. How much could I possibly have? Here, I'll help: Less than it would cost to sue me.
Love lessons
By: Marie
"Her hand rested softly on his
masculine chest as she counted his breaths.
She loved watching him sleep.
She loved twirling her finger in his chest hair as he held her tightly
with one arm. The other arm was raised
above his head in a manner that looked almost triumphant. One of her legs draped over his so they
could be just a little more close."
Rogue
ripped out the piece of paper she had been writing on and flung it into the
trash bin.
"This is
crap!" Rogue snarled to no one. "There is no way I am ever going to be able
to write a story on love when I don't even know what it is. Mr. Summers is a dork."
Rogue
tossed her notebook onto the floor and flopped onto the bed. After a few minutes of kicking her feet and
running her fingers through her hair Rogue decided it was a lost cause and went
downstairs to watch some mind numbing television.
On her way
down the stairs she noticed Jean Grey and Scott Summers nuzzling each other on
the last stair. They must have been
very caught up in the moment because they didn't even flinch when Rogue passed
them. When she was safe at the bottom
of the stairs she "coughed" very loudly and walked away.
"That'll
teach them to be cute in the hallways."
Rogue thought. Looking and
feeling very smug she walked into the kitchen.
It always smelled great in the
kitchen. No matter what Jubilee had
ruined earlier in the day it always smelled like fresh baked bread and warm
apple cider. Rogue liked the way it
smelled. Sometimes, when she knew that
she was alone, she would bring a book into the kitchen and just read for
hours. It was a comfortable place in an
awkward building. That, and no one
looked for you in the kitchen.
Looking in
the fridge, Rogue noticed a wonderful array of vegetables, cheeses, and
anything else healthy. The freezer was
another story all together. Oh yeah,
there was the standard-top-of-the-fridge-freezer with all the frozen
good-for-you's but right next to the fridge was the "big" freezer. You see the Professor had known that most
runaways, and teenagers in general, couldn't do much more to feed themselves
than to nuke a pizza. So, he decided
when he started the school that there would be lots of not-so-good-for-you's
for those hungry when it's not mealtime.
Rogue
grabbed one of the pizza bite boxes and opened it. She found a clean plate and poured the golden nuggets upon
it. She put them in the microwave and
set the timer and stared out the window.
About half
way through the cooking process, a hand on her shoulder startled Rogue. Always on the defense, she whirled around to
stand face to face with Bobby Drake.
"What are
ya doing, ya creep." Rogue said
clutching her heart. "I almost threw
you through the wall."
"I'm really
sorry, Rogue. I just wanted to see if
you were ok." Bobby said, trying to
stifle a giggle. "I called your name
like five times before I tapped you.
Where were you?"
"I'm the
one who should be sorry." She wiped a
stray piece of hair off of her face. "I
was definitely somewhere else. I'm
havin' a terrible hard time trying to write a stupid love story for my English
class. It's due in like a week and I
have no beginning. Not to mention not
middle or ending either."
"What about
characters? I always start with
developing my protagonist. It helps my
mind working on what they will act like and what they sound like and then the
rest just kinda writes itself." Bobby
started shuffling his feet. He looked
down at them.
Beep! Beep!
Beep!
"Oh good,
my food is ready. Do you want
some?" Rogue reached into the microwave
but dropped the plate instantly.
"Oh! Freaken-A!"
Rogue looked at her hand.
Already she could feel a small blister starting to form under the glove.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Ow! Ow!
Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" Rogue ran to the
kitchen sink and ran her gloved hand under the cold water.
"Freaken
hot plate and all it confounded… umm… hotness."
"Didn't
anyone ever tell you to remove hot plates with oven mitts? Your gloves can't help you." Bobby said
grinning.
"If all you
are gonna do is make jokes than leave.
If you are going to help me then please, by all means, help me."
Bobby
walked over to Rogue and grabbed her blistered, and still gloved, hand. He pulled it out of the cold water and held
it. He looked into Rogues eyes and started
concentrating on her hand. She could
feel her palm getting colder and the pain was almost gone.
"Oh." Was all Rogue could say.
"Whoa! Tender moment?" Jubilee asked as she bounded into the kitchen.
"Um… No… I
just burnt my hand and I…uh… it hurt a lot and Bobby helped and now it feels
better." Rogue said in haste.
"Great one
brainiac. Now he'll never help you
again. Duh! 'It feels better?'" Rogue
thought to herself.
"Oh
Kay." Jubilee grabbed an apple. "I just wanted to know if either of you
dufuss's would like to play pool with some of us." As Jubilee walked away she said over her shoulder, "I guess you guys want to play house,
though."
Bobby
through a sponge at Jubilee but missed by miles. He went and picked it up and returned the helpless little sponge
to its spot on the sink.
"So how's
your hand doing?" Bobby asked looking
at his feet again. (Authors note: Bobby's not just doing the shy-boy-dance, he
just bought some really kick-ass sneakers and he likes looking at them. Vain, I know, but hey, you gotta look your
best.)
Rogue
looked down at her hand and removed her glove.
There was no mark on her hand at all.
No redness or blisters or anything.
Only her smooth, creamy white hand was there.
"That's
amazing." Rogue whispered.
"I know
something more amazing." Bobby said
while still looking at his freaken awesome shoes.
"That
line?" Rogue said. Her sense of humor on full throttle.
"No."
"What did
you come in here to see me for in the first place?" Rogue asked with a cautious suspicion.
Bobby
looked up at Rogue with the faintest glimmer of puppy-dog-eyes. Shaking he took a deep breath and reached
out his hand to hers again.
"I was just
wondering what you were doing tonight because I rented a really 'gurly' movie
and I wanted to know if you would like to watch it with me because if I watch
it by myself then I'll never hear the end of it from St. John but if I had a
date with me then I could just say that you conned me into it and I was doing
it for you." Bobby said, all in one breath. (Talk about your run on sentences.)
"That
sounds nice. It will probably help me a
bit on my story too. And I think that
it would be good to get a guys perspective on…hey did you say date?" Rogue asked her eyes growing wide.
"Um… yeah. Is that ok?" Bobby replied his face turning a lovely shade of pink. "If that's alright with you. I kinda wanted it to be date like. But it can be a friendly date too; I was
just hoping that it would be a little more than that."
"Why Bobby
Drake! Do I detect a hint of embarrassment in your voice?" Rogues eyes glimmered. "You look as nervous as a long-tailed cat in
a room full of rockin' chairs." (See I do watch the cartoon J)
"Is that a
yes because I'm not sure how much more of this teasing I can take."
"Yes."
To be continued…
(Yes, that is a threat!)
