Im am sorry it took me a long time to update but i hope it was worth the wait. I know the characters might have a different personality but its all for the best :)

"Hey …YOU" she smiled her finger swirling in an S shape. The amount of alcohol she had consumed was definitely noticeable.

"Are you drunk?" the professor asked a little confused but sure of the answer.

"No….silly I'm just …I'm just happppppyyyyyy" she giggled a little bit her eyes closing slowly then opening back up.

"Ok you need to take a seat" he grabbed the girl by the arm and led her to the couch where she plopped down. He shut the door and glanced back up at the shocked iceman on the other side of the couch. Rouge was so drunk she didn't even see the cold saddened boy to her right.

"So how about we get this party started" she smirked her hand fell on top of her white blouse. She slowly but sloppily popped the top bottom off working her way down slowly. "Rouge what the hell do you think you're doing" he glared back up at the boy. He looked as if a bag of flour just smacked him hard in the face.

Oh how he hated this situation, bobby who he was just comforting looked down right mad at this point. Oh this was going oh so wrong. He wanted a day to hang out with his student and friend I guess you could say, to ease up on the boy. He had been having a rough week and it all showed. Yes this was a stray from his usual self but he decided that having a decent heart was better than nothing at all.

Another thing Bobby was just so innocent and he had a weak spot for him. What kind of weak spot it was he had no clue. Just something about him calmed his nerves and made him act like a different person.

His thoughts were rudely interrupted by the drunk, southern accented girl on his couch. "How about we's take this in the bedroom" she smirked a devious smirk still working at her shirt. She got up still having no clue her ex boyfriend was just inches from her. Logan stood there frozen as rouge came into his face.

Bobby's jaw dropped slightly but then closed it back up. His eyes started to blur up, his chest pounded. His breathing became deeper and he couldn't hold it back. "Um ill leave you too alone" he paced forward starring at nothing but the ground and the door trying not to make eye contact.

Wolverine was suddenly snapped back into reality. "Wait Bobby NO" he called after the boy but it was too late. The door slammed shut and when Wolverine opened it back up the stray teenager was nowhere to be found. Oh god what had he done, he had just ruined that boys night for who knows how many times in a row.

Bobby raced down the hallway, tears once again pouring out. He didn't bother wiping them away there was no use. Those tears meant nothing to him; he didn't even know why they were there. Stupid tears he cried in his head. He ran to the roof where he was surrounded by a fluffy blanked of ice and snow.

The cold froze the tears in place and marked them on his cheek. Just like the snap of a finger his sadness turned to anger. Why was he doing this? Crying, Running, Leaving. Logan was just a friend and nothing even happened. What the hell was he talking about nothing happened….nothing would happen.

Now what would he think, the boy had just ran out crying, CRYING. Bobby took in a couple of cleaning crisp breaths. His emotions were changing like crazy and he was so confused, so confused.

Nothing made sense anymore that point right there triggered something. It was like an eye opening experience. He never really thought about anything this serious before, he didn't have time. All of his thoughts were focused on homework, clothes and rouge for a couple minutes.

Speaking of Rouge, what had happened? He could have sworn he was madly in love with her, but he didn't even know what love was. Being around her was nice and fun from time to time but she was just another girl, just a face in a crowd of people. He didn't yurn to see her, hear her nor did he dream about her.

On the other hand the person that he was just focused on popped in his head. What did he think about Logan? Well this week had been rough and when Logan offered to spend time with him it made him feel good. Well I'm sure if anyone had offered I would feel just as grateful, he pondered.

They had always been friends but the past few days or day and a half made it feel like something more. He felt happy to be there, happy he was a mutant, and happy that rouge wasn't in his way. But then again there was the sexuality part. He searched back in his past wondering if any moments might have sparked his curiosity.

Well there was that one time, about a year ago when he and Logan were saving a helpless mutant. They had to stay overnight in the ship and well sleeping was usually done in boxers. Seeing Wolverine in those boxers gave him a really "hot, sticky" dream that night but he thought nothing of it…or he just chose to ignore it.

An hour later, after pulling himself out of a slight depression he clumsily walked back to his dorm. Oh you baby just get over it, was his motto the whole 5 minutes back to the room.

The next day was usual no sightings of Logan nor Rouge. For all I care they can go fuck each other in the bathroom. He muttered, the quietness aggravating his nerves. As soon as the sentence had ended he knew he deeply regretted it. Before the sorrow got the best of him he caught up with a close friend.

"Hey pyro" he called catching up with the fiery boy.

"Oh hey bobby what's up….how did your big date go" he smirked bending down to the cold water to take a sip.

"Date…what date" his eyebrow twitched slightly.

"Oh don't give me that bullshit; you know what I'm talking about, why else were you avoiding me?"

"It wasn't a date, I was just hanging out"

"Sure sure whatever you wanna call it"

"Ok whatever, think what you want I have to go to class"

Pryo lifted up his pointer and middle finger as a sign of Bye and that was the end of that.

Bobby rushed to his next class, World Geography. He took a seat in the front since all the damn girls took up the back.

"Okay class today is a very important lesson and I have asked for the help of a very special instructor if you will"

"Everybody Wolverine" he smiled and in walked a surprising stunning man. He was dressed with dark smooth black trousers and a nice black sweater. His hair was combed back a little, kind of like last night. As soon as he entered his eyes instantly locked with those of an icy blue boy.

He smiled slightly, deep inside hoping everything was okay. Bobby straightened his face. What the fuck was he doing here? He didn't know why he was so angry with the man…maybe because he didn't go after him, or call him to see if he was okay. Oh whatever screw this.

He pulled out a pad of paper and a black ball point pen. He titled his head down scribbling furiously on the thin sheet.

Wolverine stood in front of the class with a genuine smile on his face. "Hello everybody I am Wolverine, and I will be helping out with your studies this class"

His eyes peered down at the boy in the front row obviously not paying attention. AHMM the teacher coughed catching the boy's attention. Bobby peered up rolling his eyes a little pissed at this whole stupid situation. This whole new rebel side was taking apart of him.

He leaned back in his chair and looked down at his hands. He didn't want to make ANY eye contact with Logan.

He slowly touched finger to finger then pulled them apart making a long icicle. "Mr. Drake" the teacher called out. He sighed unfreezing his fingers. Seeing Logan's confused expression darting right at him made him care even less.

He just wanted to get out of the class; he wasn't ready to cope with his feelings…whatever he was feeling. Knowing that he was acting like a complete fool not to add jerk he decided to try to be a little normal.

The lesson began, teacher teaching, and wolverine responding to every beck and need of each student. Then a sudden warm breath heated the iceman's shoulder. "Need any help" he glanced for a second but the turned his head to the side looking at the front. "NO"

"Look Bobby..." Before he could finish bobby stood up ignoring the professor's attempts to make everything better. "And where are you going Drake?" "Bathroom" he muttered and headed out the door. Wolverine stood there in pure shock.

What was this new change in mood all of the sudden? He banged his fist on the desk causing everyone to look at him with curiosity. Sighing he walked out of the room.

Hmmm how did ya like it? i hope it was good