A/N: Hello

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Chapter 2:00 am and Solitaire

Logan, sweating and breathing heavily, awoke from another of his strange nightmares.

"I still can't get a decent sleep at this place," he muttered under his breath.

He walked into the kitchen, where he sniffed out a Dr. Pepper and then walked to a computer. He went to a website to see the different people he could talk to. "Hmmm...Where'reUrEars, sounds like a funny guy. I could use some comic relief," He sent them an e-mail and closed out of the window to play a game of solitare. The desktop was a picture of all of the X-Men. He wasn't used to being a part of something like this yet, but he did like the little leather suits. He didn't say so, but he thought they did compliment his muscles. Even thought he told Scott otherwise, he wouldn't mind yellow spandex, as long as it wasn't TOO tight. 'Cause, you know, spandex just DOESN'T breathe!

Hi, Where'reUrEars. Nice Screen Name, mine isn't as creative. It's 2:00 AM here. I am not going to tell you where here is, you'll probably think I'm a freak. Which, technically I am, how many other guys do you know that sub at a boarding school? At least I have a good job. It may be annoying, but it is better than being able to burst into flames or stretch. I don't have many friends here (big shocker, right? I was reduced to talking to random people on the Internet). Pretty much my only friend here is a girl named Rogue. She is like a sister to me. So, yeah. What else can I say about myself? I don't know. I hear a cigar calling my name.

Bye,
TheWolverine

A/N: Goodbye