I couldn't wait to post this when I got the idea, but I'm still welcomming suggestions on which way the story should take (any shipping is suitable, it doesn't have to be a Angel/Pyro or a Iceman/Pyro, I wouldn't mind if you told me you'd want something else)

So, in this chapter it's anoter confrontation, and now people start to notice that somethings wrong;


John took a quick step to the left and looked at Bobby, how stupid could you get?!

Bobby sighed and put the bowl on the table, and then he turned to face John again;

"Look, I just want to talk, okay?"

John glared at him;

"We've talked enough."

"No, we haven't! We…"

"No, Bobby!"

John made clear with his voice that he wasn't angry, just that he'd gotten enough. He walked over so that he had the table between himself and Bobby and opened the bag.

"John, please? All I ask for is a second chance! Cant you just…?"

"No Bobby, I can't! And you've already wasted your second chance! And you're third, and forth! Get that it's over, and don't make it harder than it already is!"

But Bobby just shook his head;

"When are you going to get that I can't?!"

Bobby started to walk around the table, and John couldn't really decide on what to do, so he just stood there. When Bobby got around he just stopped there, looking down a bit into the face that brought up so many emotions, the face he loved so much that it hurt, the face that he'd kill himself for; the face that in the small details showed how unsure its owner really was. Looking into that face made it difficult to talk, but Bobby managed;

"How could you ever believe that I ever would stop loving you?"

Bobby pulled John into an embrace, and even if the other boy didn't respond, he didn't protest either. Bobby now talked quietly into his hair;

"How did you ever get into your mind that I didn't care? That I would put anyone else above you? That I would feel like this for anyone else, ever? Because I don't John, I can't.

It hurts like hell, this love, but it's worth it, you're worth it, and so much more. I can't give you all that you deserve, but if you let me, I swear that I'll do as much as I can!"

Bobby finally let go of John, but only so much that he could look down at him again;

"Please John; let me prove to you how much I love you. I don't know a way of doing it yet, if there even is a way. But I swear that I'll…"

Now John pushed him away, not a hard push that would send him to the ground, nor a push that would tell Bobby that John didn't want him there. It was gentle, as if John was afraid of making Bobby letting go or hurting him, and at the same time he hurt Bobby more than a hard push would. Because this told Bobby that even if John loved him back, he would let it go rather than being hurt again. That he rather suffers from this than the pain Bobby already had put him through. That Bobby hurt the one he loved so much that John was so afraid of him that he didn't want him anymore.

John just looked up at Bobby with sad eyes, took the bowl and went out.

In the kitchen Bobby stood for a while, just breathing, forcing the tears back. A few of them slipped through anyway, and he didn't do anything to get rid of them. After a while he was sure he could walk properly, and he went out and walked towards his now so empty room.

In one of the common rooms there was someone laying in the sofa, listening to music. When Bobby got closer he could make out the words;

I hope you can hear me

I remember it clearly;

The day

You slipped away!

Was the day

I found it won't be the same!

I've had my wake up.

Won't you wake up?

I keep asking 'Why'?

I can't take it

It wasn't fake

It happened you passed by!

Now you're gone

Now you're gone!

There you go

There you go!

Somewhere I can't bring you back!

Now you're gone

Now you're gone!

There you go

There you go!

Somewhere you're not coming back!

The day you slipped away…

Bobby could feel the urge to cry bubble up again and he knew that this time he wouldn't be able to force it down. He almost ran to his room where he once again threw himself on the bed he still saw as Johns. He buried his face in the mattress, felt the smell that lingered in it, and screamed from the top of his lungs in a desperate, wounded, lonely way to get rid of the pain. It didn't matter if someone heard him, if they came here and found hi like this. Bobby dug his nails into the fabric and just let it all out…

In the common room Jubilee looked up from her sofa, who was it that was coming? When she saw that it was Bobby her first reaction was to scream at him, how could he ever have done that to Rogue?! And in front of people as well, oh yes, Rogue had told her all of it, about how those in the doorway just stood there, and didn't help her!

But then she saw the look on Bobby's face, the way he reacted on her music, and how he started to cry!

What the hell was this, wasn't he happy that Rogue was gone, did he regret it now? Jubilee made quick decision; she had to speak with Rogue. And with Kitty. And with…

With a quick move she turned off the CD-player and got up from the comfy position.

Now, where could they be…?


Yeah, I know I'm evil, just tell me if something made you lose your mind, and I'll take the blame if your going to be locked in, okay?

The lyrics comes from the song Slipped away by Avril Lavigne. I was trying to get any idea of what to write and suddenly this song started to play on my CD- player. I've never done a song-fic before, so tell me if it was a good choice, please?