His room, just like him, had an arrogant feel to it. On one side, was a typical flame motif, so obviously his. The bedspread, the wallpaper, even the lamps were licked with flames. Laying on the nightstand beside the head of his bed was his signature flame painted lighter.

The other half of the room, was adorned in shades of cool blue. Mechanical gadgets and a large set of weights were laid neatly under the bed. On the walls, were posters of heavy metal bands along with…N'syc? I snorted and leaned in for a closer look; yep, it was them all right. Justin, Joey, JC, and the rest of the bunch smiling cheezily from a door sized poster. I shot Pyro a look, and he merely smiled.

" He has weird taste."

" Yeah, I can see that, N'sync? You like em too eh?"

"No, I just don't mind if he listens to them."

" You like em." His face darkened, and he settled on his bed.

" Let's study."

" Okay." I made myself comfortable in the middle of terminator's bed.

" You looking for a fight Markie?" Pyro grinned as I crossed my legs, allowing the mud from my heels to dig into the spread.

" Maybe. I'd like to finish what I started, ya know, fry the rest of his hair off."

He shrugged, " It's your funeral."

" Pyro, what do you know about Kurt?" He raised his eyebrows; my question had clearly caught him off guard.

" Nightcrawler? Why do you wanna know about that sack of tricks?"

" I'm just curious, I mean…he's new, I'm new." I studied the toes of my shoes, feeling the cool blue eyes of John study me.

" Oh." I looked up, as he began to play with his lighter, " You like him, don't you." It was more of a statement than a question.

" I do not…well…not like that I mean." His smile was making me feel uncomfortable. I stood up and began pacing the middle of the floor.

" Oh yes you do…you like him." He nodded vigorously.

" Do not."

" Do too."

" DO not!"

" Do too."

" Do NOT!"

" Do too."

" Okay okay! I do…I like…I…I love him John.