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Warren landed lightly on the windowsill to his room and stepped in to find Bobby and John wrestling on the bed, which now belonged to Bobby.

The two jumped apart in surprise when they noticed him, both slightly out of breath.

"God, why can't you use the door like a normal person?" John grumbled crossly, as he leaned back against the wall.

"John," Bobby protested his rudeness.

Warren shrugged, unfazed, "That's a funny thing to say in a school for mutants," he pointed out coolly.

John grumbled something else that was unintelligible, and probably rude anyway.

"You don't mind if he's in here do you?" Bobby asked a bit uncomfortably, it had after all been Warren's room first, "He doesn't really like being in his, what with…"

"Dick-head," John muttered sourly.

"Peter," Bobby finished, shooting a glare at his lover, "in there."

"Its fine," Warren said uncaringly as he stretched out on his own bed, unable to keep a small, amused smile from crossing his lips.

"What's his problem anyway?" John glowered angrily.

"He, like the rest of the students, just doesn't trust you yet," said Bobby soothingly, "Give it time."

"Or maybe he's just jealous of you monopolizing Bobby," Warren joked absently.

"That's crazy," Bobby protested.

"Ha, if that kid's gay then I have blue skin!" John laughed.

"And Storm is president of the US," Bobby added.

"Ew! God!" John shuddered, "Don't even suggest such terrifying things!"

"She does have some serious authority issues," Warren agreed, joining in the laughter. It felt good to laugh, he almost felt like a normal kid for once.

"No shit Sherlock!" John exclaimed, the expression on his face a comical mix of incredulous anger and triumph that someone else agreed with him.

The expression sent Bobby and Warren into hopeless fits of the giggles, the cause of which John loudly demanded to know until he relented and simply allowed the infectious mirth to take over.

Some hours later John finally left to go to bed in his own room, but not without many loud, crude protests.

Both Bobby and Warren then commenced to prepare for bed themselves in the companionable silence that followed John's departure.

"You two seem happy," Warren commented quietly, at last breaking the silence. He stood with his back to Bobby as he pulled off his shirt.

"So do you and Logan," Bobby replied as he crawled under his blankets.

Warren made a sound that seemed to be a cross between a snort and a sob.

"You aren't happy?" Bobby questioned, propping himself up on his elbow, watching the other mutant's profile carefully.

"Between Logan and I, its just… entertainment," Warren's reply was supposed to be nonchalant and off hand but it was tainted by the bitterness that crept in unbidden.

"But you want it to be more," Bobby guessed sagely.

"No, I want to go to sleep," Warren said coarsely, "Goodnight." He rolled over in his bed and turned out the lights.

"'Night," Bobby muttered, before slowly falling asleep.

8

But barely a few hours lately the two teenage mutants were woken by the door being thrust open. Warren only had time to sit up and blink a few times before Logan was on top of him, attacking his lips and shoving him back down on the bed.

Bobby had just decided to ignore them and go back to sleep when Logan removed Warren's shirt. Changing his mind Bobby got out of bed, pulled on his own shirt, and decided to go on a quest for ice cream.

Bobby closed the door quietly behind him and padded down the hallway. Reaching the kitchen he paused to find that some one else had already beat him there.

"Hey," he said. Peter glanced up.

"Hey," Peter's greeting was slightly less friendly. Bobby wondered if there was another carton of ice cream in the freezer.

"What the hell are you doing hanging around with that kid anyway?" Peter demanded just as Bobby turned to look in the freezer.

"Hm?" Bobby asked absently, even though he knew exactly what Peter was talking about, "John? Well, you know, he was my best friend before, and now that he's back…"

"But how do you know he isn't lying?" Peter pressed.

"I dunno," Bobby shrugged nonchalantly, "There's just something about him, an honesty in his eyes. Look for it, you'll see." Damn, no more ice cream.

"Want some?" Peter asked, his voice speaking of a hesitant peace treaty. Bobby smiled and grabbing a spoon sat down on the stool next to him.

"He's such a slob though," Peter complained after a moment, a half grin tugging at his lips.

"Yeah, a far cry from your old roommate I guess," Bobby laughed, "Seriously, Warren is such a neat freak."

"Just wait," Peter laughed, "He gets worse the better you know him."

"Can't wait," Bobby sighed, still laughing.

A spike-y haired blonde stood just out side of the door, watching them, as they laughed and flicked each other with ice cream, a low growl rising in his chest.

What the hell is that kid thinking? Looking at my Bobby like that, John thought, never mind that he was irrationally jealous. Sneering in angry disgust John turned to go back to bed, suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore.