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Catching Up

"What?"

"It's true, Drake and Pryde are married. I saw um at the park," Rogue smiled.

"How do you know they're together?" Warren asked.

"They had a kid with them, they were holding hands, and they had rings."

"Maybe they were babysitting, just conveniently wearing matching rings and holding hands so they could…oh I'm out," Warren sighed.

"And Storm and Hank."

"No," Warren said, scandalized.

"Saw um at the movies."

"What do you do? Stalk all our old high school cohorts?" Warren asked.

"I guess they just happened to be where I was. How do you know they weren't stalking me?" Rogue smiled.

"Cause they'd know I'd kick their asses if they were," Warren smiled, taking a big bite of pizza.

"I'm surprised Pizza Hut delivers this late," Rogue said, with her mouth full.

"They do for me, I advertise them."

"What exactly do you do?" Rogue asked, taking a sip from her beer bottle.

"Have you ever heard of Hearts and Aces?" Warren asked.

"You founded that?" Rogue choked on her food, "Damn Worthington, that's like the biggest company ever. Even bigger then Worthington Industries, how's your dad feel about that?"

"Ask him," Warren said, "I don't talk to him, remember."

"Oh, right. Well why are you living here then? I mean it's a cute house, but you could buy a huge place with your income."

"I don't need a big place. I mean it's not like somebody was living with me to take up some of the room with her…Cher records."

"Hey, I was obsessed with oldies in high school, not a big deal. I only had twelve of them."

"Man, I didn't know who the freak she was until I met you…"

"Big mistake," Rogue smiled.

"I don't know how many times I was forced to listen to 'Believe'."

"Aw, you poor boy."

"Very bad high school experience."

"And Cher still haunts you in your dreams?"

"Every night," Warren said dramatically. "She's gotten scarier since then."

"Plastic surgery doesn't work very well."

"Neither does trying to forget you."

"I'm just unforgettable."

"Marie," he whispered, leaning closer on the couch, "I have a confession."

"You used to listen to the Spice Girls?" Rogue asked. Warren cocked an eyebrow. "I found the CD in your room. Can't fight the spice I guess."

"I love you. Always have. Never been able to stop. Today, when you were on my porch steps, I almost died. You were back."

"I have a confession too," she smiled. He looked at her inquiringly. "I still listen to Cher." He sighed and relaxed back down on the couch.

"And," she continued, leaning against him, "I love you too."