"Rogue, come on!" Bobby whined from outside the door. It was four in the morning, and Bobby had been at my door since midnight. Rogue had placed her pillow over her head, but it was obvious that she was still listening to everything he said. Jubilee had given up on sleep, instead playing video games and snacking loudly on Doritos. I'd also given up, watching as Jubilee kicked as in Mortal Combat.

"Rogue! Baby! Come on!" Bobby called, begging. Four hours. Four fucking hours. That was freaking it. Not only was Iceman sulking around during school, but his practices with the team sucked, more so than mine, which in my opinion was saying something. He sulked around looking like a lost puppy, and then at night he came to our door to try and get Rogue to listen to reason. Bobby had seemed like a nice enough guy when I met him, and I got a vibe that he was a little immature and clingy, but this was just absolutely fucking ridiculous.

"That's it!" I said, suddenly getting up from my bed and storming to the door, putting dents in the floor but hell if I cared. I had sleep-deprived for two straight, consecutive weeks, and super hero healing onyl gets you so far in this damn world. Rogue peaked out from under her covers, and Jubilee leaned past the small television set to see what I would do to Bobby. I had made many oathes to tear him limb from limb in the most grotesque ways I could think of, and if I knew Jubilee, she was dying to see which one I would choose.

When I opened the door, I nearly tore it out of the doorframe completely. The wood around the knob had splintered and broken, so as I stood before Bobby in all my rage, tired as fuck and out for blood, I held three knives and a doorknob. Not what I had planned, granted, but with any hope, he would think I did it on purpose. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

"I wanted to see if Rogue could talk to m-" Bobby started, but I cut him off.

"Forget it. You've been at this for two weeks straight, and it's driving all of us freaking crazy! It's a miracle that Rogue hasn't dumped your whinny ass by now!"

"But-"

I brandished a knife at him. "Look, I haven't slept for two freaking weeks because of your blubbering, and it's driving me up a fucking wall!" I barked. "Talk to Rogue when she isn't sharing a room. You're only making her more embarrassed as it is. Now get the hell away from my room before I snap your icy ass in half!"

A small silence made itself known, but I held my ground, doorknob in one hand and knives in the other, my arms crossed as I tapped my foot, waiting for whatever his brilliant comeback would be.

"So," he said slowly, "Rogue can't talk right now?"

"GET OUT!!!" I screamed, chucking the knives at him. He ran like hell down the hallway, knives embedding themselves along the wall shortly behind him. And when I ran out of those, the doorknob proved to be very useful. I managed to hit him square in the back. "Don't come crawling back, either! SHE'LL TALK WHEN SHE'LL TALK!"

And with that, I slammed the door. It embedded itself into the doorframe and cracked down the middle, but I would worry about telling Storm at that in the morning. I trudged to bed, slipped under the covers, and sighed.

"Much better." Jubilee smiled at me, tired as hell.

"Andri, I freaking love you."

"Yeah, you won't when we're kicked out of the room so that they can fix the door," I laughed softly. Jubilee waved her hand.

"I'm sure I'll get over it. Handling Bobby like that made up for it. You throw knives like a fucking ninja!"

"Apache. It's a wonderful thing," I said, raising my arm out of the covers and pumping my fist with what little effort I had left. It was supposed to actually show that I was proud. Instead, half way through, my arm just fell, lifeless from lack of sleep. Jubilee let out a tired laugh.

"You seem so enthusiastic."

"I would be if I didn't feel freaking dead!" I complained. "God, I'm supposed to have kick-ass super-human healing. I can practically regrow my arm but I can't last through sleep deprivation? My mutation is screwed with a sharp and pointy object made of sandpaper," I said into my pillow. Rogue yawned, sitting up since we were talking.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side when you're tired," she said, looking at the door. I grinned, closing my eyes.

"I do get a little bitchy, don't I?"

"Honey, bitchy is a bit of an understatement," she laughed. "I mean you threw freakin' knives at the guy."

"I like knives. They just didn't like Bobby," I said, not entirely sure if the statement made any sense. It made Jubilee laugh regardless.

"Yeah, well, thanks for takin' care o' him tonight. I just really don't wanna talk to him. He's gettin' so... clingy. It's weird," Rogue muttered. I grinned, giving her a half-assed attempt at a thumbs-up.

"No problem, Roguey-bear."

Jubilee looked at me oddily. "Did you just call her Roguey-bear?"

"I'm not accountable for the things I do when I drunk, or in this case, tired," I defended. Rogue laughed, snuggling back in to her quilt.

"God, go to sleep, Andri," Jubilee laughed. I raised an eyebrow at her, sitting up slightly.

"What about you?"

"I've got one more level before I win this bitch. No way I'm givin' up now," she said viciously. I grinned and sunk back into my mattress.

"You have fun with that."

Jubilee only cackled evilly, and from there, it was a blurred memory of Jubilee muttering profanities at the TV and the whirling sound of her pressing a zillion buttons a minute until everything faded to black.