Title: Still So Far
Author: Indigo Night
Summary: Because he was so close, and still so far.
Feedback: Yes please, yay reviews!
Pairing: Rogue/Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or the characters I'm just borrowing them for fun.
Spoilers: Nope, not really
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I can think of.
Author's Note: So, no idea where this came from. I was listen to the song So Close from Enchanted, and there it was, so I went with it. Hope you like. Read, Review,
Enjoy!
Today was the day, he decided. He told himself that over and over again, as he went for his morning fly, the cool morning air rushing through his feathers and giving him a soaring feeling in his stomach, as he took his shoulder, humming absently to himself, as he glided silent and unnoticed down the halls. Today was the day he was finally going to talk to her, he informed himself. Just like he had every day for the past seven months.
He walked into the dinning room, his head filled with a nervous buzz, drowning out the hum of the other students talking around him. He sat down in his usual corner seat; his eyes too busy scanning the crowd for her to notice the empty seats surrounding him. He forgot to actually eat his food, he was too busy watching the motion of her lips, and the exact way her hair waved around her shoulders, the white strip glistening in the morning sun.
He walked to class; not hearing the passing insults as countless people 'accidentally' bumped into him. He didn't hear the teacher's question; he was too lost in the pair of brown eyes he'd doodled on his paper. He didn't hear the sniggers of the other students either, because she was looking over her shoulder at him, and she wasn't laughing.
At lunch he went flying, observing from the sky as she laughed and joked with her friends, as they sat on each other, and threw food in each other's hair. And he imagined that sometimes her eyes would wonder to the sky so that she could watch him too.
He didn't have his homework for his last class of the day, because he'd been too busy dreaming of her the night before, planning his conversation with her over and over again.
In the crowded hallways after class, someone pushed him and he dropped his books, he'd been too preoccupied to see it coming. As he reached for his math book, another hand entered his line of vision, a beautiful hand.
"Here," her smile was blinding. She handed him the book.
The words rose in his throat, the words he'd promised himself he'd say, and they formed a physical lump just at the back of his tongue. For a long minute, they just stared, and up close her eyes were even kinder, and more beautiful than from afar.
He was so close.
"Yo, Rogue! Come on!"
She glanced over her shoulder, then gave him another smile, "See you around."
He watched her walk away, his mouth half opening, his hand half raising, half calling her back as she turned the corner. He was so close… so close… but still, so far.