~~Wolerine's P.O.V~~~~~

I walked into the kitchen ,after Nate teleported away to save his ass, to see Chris cooking. "What are you doing?" I grunted. "Well, if I'm going to be living here, I might as well cook for you guys." She smiled prettily.

"Then, your going to need a whole lot more than that." I pointed at the small pot of angel hair pasta and grabbed four more pots. Chris's smile faltered, but went right back up again. I walked into the hall way, to see Storm. I quickly tried to turn around, but it was too late. Storm was heading right towards me, 50ml ph.

"Logan! Where is Chris? Don't tell me your lost ANOTHER mutant and destroyed ANOTHER mission!" She said in an annoying, squeaky voice. "Oh, quit howling like the wind, she's in there." I pointed at the kitchen and walked to the lab to hang out with my 'buddy'.

The intercome buzzed for dinner, I grabbed a plate of spaghetti and sat down. I looked further down the table and saw Chris and Scott talking and laughing. I growled and stirred my food around on my plate. "Looks like you're JELLY!" Rouge chuckled from the chair next to me. "I am NOT a sandwhich topping." I grumbled and slammed my hands on the table. "Could you two keep it down!? It's a little hard to eat with you guys snogging off!" I snarled at Scott and stormed out the door.

I hopped on my motorcycle and put up the kickstand. "Wolverine! Wait, what's wrong?" Chris yelled as she ran up to me. "I'm fine. And...My name's not Wolverine." I mumbled. "Then what is it?" Chris look at me with a concern that made me even angrier. "Logan." I stated and drove off.

~~Chris's P.O.V~~~~~~~

"I'll show you to your new room." Scott said, wraping his arm around my waist. "Okay." I agreed. We walked down a long corridor and came to a stop at a Black, freshly painted door. Scott opened it and GreenDay music blasted out of the room. 'Oh gosh. I know this song' I thought to myself. "Oh, yeah. You have a room mate." Scott added.

"You!" I groaned. "Me?! You!" Iris said irritatedly. "What are you doing here?" She flipped off her music and jumped off the bunk bed. "I'm a mutant. Obviously." I scoffed. "Mutant!? That wasn't in your stupid room mate agreement!" Iris grumbled in confusion. "Stupid? I happen to think my room mate agreement is quite organized. And not as stupid as your Starwars hoodies." I retorted.

"Excuse me? Starwars is WAY better than Star Trek! And Batman is better than Superman!" Iris's voice rimmed with hurt. "OH, you know that isn't true! Take that back!" I yelled. "Never!" She said and threw a Yoda pillow at me.