Disclaimer: Still don't own it.
A/N: Like I said, this chapter is also pretty short. The chapters will start getting longer soon though. As always, thanks for reading! I hope you like what's to come.
"Excited yet, Stripes?"
Rogue shrugged and continued watching the game of mutant soccer from her vantage point under a tree. She wasn't entirely sure it could be considered soccer at all. It was a weird combination of soccer and basketball that she highly doubted even had concrete rules.
Logan leaned against the other side of the tree she was leaning against and watched as well. "I wouldn't recommend going back into the house anytime soon," he said after a few seconds of surprisingly comfortable silence.
"Why?"
"Kitty is decorating," he explained. "Everything."
Rogue looked over just in time to see a rather disturbed expression appear on his face, and she barely managed to fight back an amused smile when she spotted what was on the side of his arm. It was a sticker. One of the fancy silver ones meant to seal invitation envelopes. "Yeah, I can see that."
Logan instantly caught the hint of amusement in her voice and followed her gaze. With a growl he tore the sticker off his sleeve, wadded it up, and tossed it over his shoulder. "I'll ask again," he said, more gruffly now that he'd been annoyed. "Excited yet?"
"It's just a high school graduation. It's not like we're graduating college or something," she said with a roll of her eyes.
"Uh huh."
"Besides..." She focused on the game again. "Somethin' will go wrong."
"You planning somethin' I should know about, Stripes?"
She continued to stare ahead, but wasn't really paying attention to what was going on with the game. "Let's face it, Logan. Has anything 'normal' happened around here? Ever? Look at Scott and Jean's graduation." Now that she'd said it aloud, she realized just how little she wanted to think about that. She shook her head and continued. "Something will go wrong."
"We'll see."
As if sensing Rogue's desire for the conversation to end, the back door of the mansion suddenly burst open, allowing a cloud of smoke to escape. That and the smell of burnt cookies.
"Kitty's cooking again, isn't she?"
"She's tryin'."
"I think I'll go back to the Brotherhood. It seems less dangerous."
Logan scoffed amusedly and pushed off the tree. "Want to hide in the garage? You can help me tune up my bike."
She pushed off the tree as well and started following him. "By 'help' do you mean handing you tools because you won't let me near your precious motorcycle?" It was more of a statement than a question, since she knew the answer.
"I let you drive it, didn't I?"
"Yeah. Once." Admittedly, that was more than anyone else got, but still.
"If you can get through graduation without someone brainwashing you into waking up an ancient Egyptian mutant, I'll consider making it twice."
Rogue rolled her eyes, but was actually reasonably happy with that deal. "Fine."