A/N: ::slowly raises head from underneath the desk and peeks at monitor:: Uh…hey guys! ::holds up hands:: It's not my fault, I swear!so My mom had the computer tower hauled off and sent to some guy for some (much needed) maintenance. SO I have to update at work when I can. It's not that easy, ok? ::sighs and lowers arms:: Okay…Great! Thank you for the reviews! The comments and suggestions really provide me with a lot of ideas.
Accidents happen
Logan lazily sat up in bed, stretched his arms and yawned. He smiled, thinking of how great it was to actually sleep and luckily, no nightmares. He arose from his bed and pulled open the drawer of his nightstand. Re-examining his thoughts, he shook his head and closed the drawer.
"No, no more damn cigars. I just need a good breakfast and…" he looked back at the nightstand, "and…" he pumps his fist. 'I can do this!' Agitated, he throws some clothes on and stalked out the door.
Ororo, with books and folders in arms, passed by Logan on her way to class, with a few students in tow. "Good morning, Logan."
He grunted in reply, "Yea-yea."
While continuing to her destination, Ororo shrugged and lowered her voice, "Guess someone's in a bad mood…like always." Her students snickered at her remark.
"I heard that!" Ms. Monroe laughed at his comment and smiled as her students rushed to her side.
Logan opened the cabinet, re-arranging the items inside. "Where are those damn cokes?" Just then, Bobby walked into the kitchen, finishing off a grape soda. Logan threw out his arm without even turning his head. Dropping his drink, Bobby instantly halted as his eyes stared directly at Wolverine's claws, which are mere inches from his face. He gulped, 'Shit! Does he know?'
"You've got five seconds to tell me where the sodas are."
Bobby Drake closed his eyes for a moment, 'Pheew!' "There's one in the fridge, bottom drawer, all the way in the back." Logan deviously grinned and turned his head to Bobby. Drake released a sigh of relief as he watched the claws slowly retract.
Logan dropped his arm and gestured a finger at Bobby's chin, "You got a little something, right there." He patted Bobby on the shoulder and walked over to the fridge.
Drake glared at Logan's back, wiped his mouth and shook a fist in the air. With a sly smile, he pointed his finger towards Logan's direction. "You better think about it, son," Logan turned his head, "'cuz once I'm thawed, I'll slice you into a hundred pieces ." He turned and faced the refrigerator, "I'm not as forgiving as One-Eye."
Bobby scoffed and bent down to pick up his can of soda. With a crooked smile, he recalled last night's events, 'Mr. Summers got exactly what he deserved for messing with my girl.'
Logan opened the fridge and retrieved the soda. Bobby made his way to the trashcan and tossed his empty container. Clink-clink-clink! Logan stood and raised an eyebrow.
"So, that explains why I've never seen you play basketball with any of the other students."
Bobby let out a sarcastic laugh, "Ha-ha-". He stopped abruptly and picked up the can. He released it directly over the trashcan while cocking his head, making it obvious that he was forcing himself to smile at Logan.
"That's cute, kid. Real cute." Logan shook his head and took a long swig of his pop.
'Logan, report to Rogue's room and make haste.' This caused Logan to spit out his drink, spraying Bobby.
"Hey!"
Logan quickly wiped his mouth, set down his soda and fled the kitchen.
"Ass-hole." Bobby raised his arms and examined his clothes in disgust. "Dammit! Now I'm gonna be late for class!"
Poof! Kurt appeared into the room, standing nearby Bobby, faced towards a cabinet. "Whoa!" Drake stumbled backwards and bumped into the trashcan, knocking it to the ground. Kurt winced and smiled, "I'm sorry-"
"It's fine, I'm just not use to that yet."
Kurt glanced at Bobby's shirt, "V-at happened?" A group of students glanced their way as they passed by, a few giggled, but they all continued on, nothing holding their interest.
Drake rolled his eyes and sneered, "Wolverine happened. That animal has no manners, but what do we expect?" Bobby watched, as Kurt stayed quiet, but gave a small nod.
He sighed, "I guess I better go clean myself up. Seeing as how you're her assistant and all, would you please mention to Ms. Munroe that I'll be running a little late?" he motioned to his splattered clothes.
Kurt slightly grinned and nodded in agreement.
Bobby smiled, "Oh, and do you mind?", Bobby motioned towards the garbage littering the ground as he walked out to change.
Kurt opened his mouth and raised a finger to protest, but Bobby had already exited the room.
A student walked through the wall, stepping on some food, and looked down, "Like, clean up your mess, Mr. Wagner! Ew!" Kurt snatched a napkin and smiled at the young girl. Poof!
She crossed her arms and scowled, "Uh, no he didn't! Well, I'm not cleaning this up." Exasperated, she skips out while taking off a shoe and hopping on one foot, "Hey you, could you like clean up that mess in the kitchen puh-lease! Did you just? Like, so rude! What about you, Piotr? Ugh! John? Seriously? You could have singed my hair! Hey, wait up, Bobby I know you can hear me! I said, wait up!"
A/N: A little cameo appearance from Kitty, I really don't know if I'm going to include her in the rest of the story, or what. Believe it or not, this chapter took me a couple of hours to write. I re-wrote it like a dozen times, I'm so picky! Please review, even if it's harsh criticism! ::scratches head:: Now…the next chapter…hmmm….
