"She had always thought he was cute. Since she had gotten here really. Her heart couldn't help but flutter when he tired to impress her in her first class. He grinned and smiled at her as if he might like her too, but while she was waiting on him to make a move, someone else joined in the party.
While the new guy was sweet and caring, he wasn't John. He didn't entice her the way fire did. In fact, he was the exact opposite. She could smile at him and pretend to laugh at his jokes, but all she wanted was friendship from him. Yeah, Bobby was going to make the perfect boyfriend…for someone besides
Rogue couldn't help but notice the closer Bobby got, the further away John went. Then the day Bobby asked her out, she had to say "yes". After all, now John was no longer showing interest and she didn't want to feel left out. Bobby would keep her company and make her feel safe. Maybe one day she could trick herself into loving him.
A few days after Bobby and herself went public, John became cold. He still sat with them, only he was more sarcastic and cold towards them both. Maybe he had just been toying with her. Trying to make her fall for him. It worked, but thank God, Bobby, intercepted her huge mistake.
Besides, she didn't need to be associated with anyone as dangerous as John and his fire. She, herself, was enough danger without his contributing. Bobby was her exact opposite. Safe and sound, in control of everything. That's what she needed.
Girls may flirt with boys like John, but they stay with boys like Bobby. Yeah. She'll keep telling herself that. One day she'll believe it.
As the months, she slowly started convincing herself, it was true. John only became more cynical of her and her having no ability to control her power. As much as Bobby's encouraging had helped her, John's words always managed to cut her confidence down to nothing. Leaving her with no effort to control her mutation when she would attempt too.
Something about how he laced his displeasure of her weakness and disgust of how she was never going to be able to control her powers if she didn't try, when he spoke to her had left deep gashes in her confidence. Like he was making sure she knew her place among the low class freaks.
Bobby told her to ignore him. That he was just being a jerk because he was PMSing. Rogue, once again, smiled and laughed. She didn't want to though. Because, John was right. Bobby and her had been a relationship for months and at this point, a normal couple, would have already kissed or that. She couldn't though. She knew Bobby wanted too, but she also knew that he was scared of what might happen to him. Scared she might kill him.
When he leaned in to kiss her, she would always duck away. John, for some reason always being present, would scoff a laugh.
"I don't think she wants to kiss you, Bobby." John would chuckle, playing with his Zippo.
She did…didn't she? She was just avoiding him so she didn't hurt him, right? She was just waiting to learn how to control her powers./p
One day, it all was just too much. She wanted and needed John to be there, but he wasn't. Well he was physically, but emotionally he once again slammed her down. This time taking Bobby down with her. Saying how they were both pathetic.
Bobby of course defended them. But she was tired of being protected and defended. She just abandoned them in the middle their spat and ran. Out into the pouring ran, across basketball courts and athletic fields. Until she was safely hid under a large weeping willow. How fitting, here she was weeping and a weeping willow was hiding her from the world.
Why did John have to be so mean? If he was a friend why did he have say things like that?! Yes she was weak! Hell she knew that! That's why she was with Bobby and didn't even try for John. She could be happy with John! She wouldn't have to fake a smile! It was known fact that John was stronger than Bobby. She might have even tried to make physical contact with John and not been scared. What happened to…
"She blinked, clearing her eyes of tears, when her revelation hit her. John didn't want to have anything to do with her because she was weak and couldn't stand up for herself [that and Bobby but he isn't being mentioned now].
Then she was going to be the opposite. She wasn't weak! She was just a as strong and determined as he was.
She abruptly shoved away from the willow and marched back through the rain to the school. Bobby and John were no longer in the rec room. They must've either been separated or just dispatched on their own. Bobby was more than likely looking for her while John was in his room burning something.
Her determination pushed her on down the halls, even though her heart was lodged in her throat with fear. She had managed to avoid Bobby and make it to John's room. Of course the smell of smoke was leaking out, just faintly though. After all, last month he got in trouble for almost burning down the dorms.
After sucking in a deep breath, she shoved the door open. There he was. Sitting in the far window, his Zippo in his hand, a tree limb from the one outside his window aflame in his hand.
"You look like hell." He commented, giving her a side glance. "Bobby is looking for you."
"I don't care!" He smushed the flame out with her southern belle voice sounded like it meant business.
He tossed the half burnt limb out the window, into the rain, and stood. Crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for her to continue.
"You should…he is your boyfriend." He spat the word at her.
Doing so made anger rise up in her. Her shoes, that were filled with water, squished as she marched across the room. John's eyes getting bigger with each step. Without a second thought, she pressed her wet gloves on either side of his face and locked her lips onto his.
As his lips began to move in sequence with hers she could taste smoke in her mouth and feel his heat. His arms enclosed around her waist as he lifted her up and changed places so she could sit on the window pane. Her fingers had woven into his hair as their kiss deepened.
Rogue didn't want this feeling to end, she wanted to continue feeling his lips against hers and now she felt like she was brought to life with his fiery touch.
He pulled away all too soon for Rogue. Even though, she was no longer cold from the rain due to his heat, she felt as if she had lost something when he pulled away.
"I'm sorry." She jumped down from the window when he leaned against the wall, panting. "I just-"
"Why are you sorry?" He coughed and groaned a bit.
"Really- I mean- Look what I've done!" She was happy to hear what he said but what mattered more was the fact that she had hurt him.
"As soon as this passes. I'll be in for round two." He coughed out a laugh, then pushed off the wall.
"Are you crazy?" She took a step away from him.
He didn't answer her though, instead he snatched her wrist and jerked her back over to him. Crashing his lips onto hers. There the fire was again. Burning deep in her stomach. His lips were so warm and perfect. She couldn't focus on anything but making this last longer . It had too. Before ten seconds had passed they had elapsed in French kissing, something Rogue thought she might never experience. She didn't want to experience it with anyone but John though. His lips fit hers just perfect, his height was just right for their kissing, and he…there was no way to describe him. Why in the hell had she waited for him to make a move? Had she known this is what was waiting for her she would have told him the first day she liked him! The taste of smoke was in her mouth again, the feeling of fire running through her veins.
A loud clap of thunder cause her to jump, separating them. John was once again leaned against the wall for support while he tried to regain all the strength she had just taken from him.
The rain outside had increased. Thick dark clouds hovering over the school. Every few minutes large claps of thunder and lightening would happen. Not that Rogue and John noticed. They were too enticed in the other's presence. After taking a five minute breather John pulled her into yet another kiss. And another after that one.
Rogue experienced more kisses in that thirty minutes then she thought she ever would in her entire life.
During a breaking point, a crack of lightening hit and the power suddenly went out.
When it happened Rogue let out an, "Epp" at the sudden darkness.
"Don't worry." John whispered, pulling her against him.
He rested his chin on her shoulder as she hand fumbled around his pocket. In the blink of an eye, he had his Zippo out and had flicked it open. While still maintaining his hold around her waist, he stole the flame from the Zippo and held it in front of her.
"See, I'll keep you warm." As his fingers moved, the flame twisted around itself. Making odd shapes and figures.
Her eyes were drawn to the flame like a moth to a light. Anytime John had a spark or a flame it became a masterpiece. A work of art that sculptors could only wish to create.
She didn't want to look away from the flame.
He was inviting her to start up another make-out session. She couldn't avoid the invitation, though. Despite her already swollen and bruised lips, she wanted more.
She turned her head to him and his lips landed on hers. She weaved her fingers into his as she turned to face him fully. Accepting his kiss, fully.
She loved his taste and feel. As much as it might hurt Bobby, it was going to kill her to not have this. She was an addict now. A full-blown pyromaniac because of him.
She wouldn't trade this feeling for anything. Not the world, not the moon, not even a cure.