Letters from Nowhere
Chapter 11
Princess of Eryn Lasagalen
Disclaimer: I don't own X-men. If I did, then John would be with Bobby and they were get their happily ever after.
A/N: I'm so sorry this is so late. Wow…has it been so long since I've last updated? I don't really have an excuse on why this is so incredibly late...except for the usual- school, SATs, ACTs, and my new summer job. I also blame my new obsession with Nick Jonas.
But anyway, enjoy!
Dear Bobby,
Since I got into the habit of writing you letters almost every month, I decided to continue. There's not much to write about, considering how we live in the same building, or sometimes in the same room. But at least now they're not letters from nowhere, yeah? Besides, I'm much more thoughtful on paper than I am in person. There are just things that I can write better than I can ever say, which is why almost every secret you know about me is in those letters I sent you.
First, I want to thank you for coming to see Evan with me. You didn't have to go through the verbal attack, but you did anyway. I never expected more from you than friendship, and after Rogue, not even that. And no matter how many times you reject Rogue, there's still a part of me that thinks that you will leave and go back to her. After all, the life we're leading right now isn't exactly normal and you've always strived towards being normal.
While we're on the topic of you striving towards normalcy, I figured I should write a little about your decision to tell your parents about us the next time they come to visit. I still don't think it is a good idea, no matter how much you don't want to hide anymore. I know what kind of people they are and I know what they're going to say once they find out. It's not going to be what you expected and I don't want you to get hurt after it all ends.
Or maybe I'm just scared that they'll change your mind about us. Maybe they'll come and see you with me and try to convince you to go home to Boston with them and forget all about being a gay mutant who's in love with his best friend. Two minutes with anyone in the school besides Peter or Warren and they'll have their ideas of me confirmed- that I'm an insane mutant terrorist. I don't give a shit about what they think, but I know you care more than you'd ever admit. Okay, this is getting depressing. I'm going to stop writing now.
Until next time then, Popsicle
Johnny
"Why are you telling everyone this is our first date?" John demanded as he stormed into Bobby's room.
"Because technically it is, " Bobby replied as he finished buttoning up his shirt.
"Okay, Bobby, then answer this. What happens on a first date?" John asked, glaring at the back of his boyfriend's room as Bobby turned around to look in the mirror.
"Well, normally I'd pick the girl up. We'd go to the movies and then get something to eat. Finally, we'd go back to her house for the goodnight kiss." Bobby answered, looking around the room for his cologne. "That would also count as the official first kiss?"
"Bobby, we've done all of that." John said slowly, as if speaking to a child. "We've been to the movies together countless times. We've been out to eat countless times. And we've made out in front of Kitty and Peter. There is no more first kiss!" John exclaimed, throwing his arms up into the air in frustration.
"But Johnny, I just want to do this right. Doing things right includes first dates and first Valentines and first birthdays and first kisses…you know what I mean!" Bobby said. He picked up the two cologne bottles and held them out to John, "The Curve or the Lacoste?"
"You know Lacoste is so prep boy of you." John said, wrinkling his nose disapprovingly. "Besides the Curve is so much sexier and you know how much I like it on you."
"Johnny, should I be getting ready in front of you? I mean don't you want to be surprised at what I'm wearing?" Bobby asked as he walked into the bathroom to do his hair.
"You're taking this first date thing way to seriously." John said with a shake of his head. "You better not be buying me flowers because I'm not a freakin' chick."
Bobby groaned and walked out of the bathroom, "Just go get ready. I'm coming to get you at four."
"So we can do what? File into the little school bus that takes us to the mall?" John asked with a snort.
"John! Just go, will you?" Bobby yelled, pushing John towards the door.
John smirked before heading out of the room, "By the way, I think it's very cute of you to try to do things right, but we've never been normal. I'll put up with it, but you should know that it's not going to work."
Bobby knocked gently on John's door before stepping back as Peter answered.
"He's been ranting about your stupidity since he came back to get ready like you requested." Peter said with a laugh. "I'm supposed to tell you to wait here until he's ready to go. He's rather put out that there's no over-protective father to keep you busy."
Bobby blinked as the words escaped him, "Is he actually going to make me wait here while he gets ready like a girl?"
"Actually, I'm already done. And hey, where's my flowers?" John snapped in mock anger.
"Um…I…don't know?" Bobby stuttered as he looked John over.
The fire mutant was dressed in a black button down shirt and faded jeans. His highlighted blond hair was spiked.
"You like?" John asked with a smirk. He didn't need to wait for it because judging from the look on Bobby's face, he already knew the answer.
"Yeah, I definitely like it." Bobby replied as he leaned in to mold his lips against John's.
"Mmm…you smell good." John whispered as Bobby pulled away from the kiss.
"All right, you two, get a move on." Peter said giving John a shove out the door.
Bobby took a hold of John's hand before saying goodbye to Peter and leading them down the corridor.
"You wanna make out during the movie?" John asked with a suggestive waggle of his eyebrows.
"No, we are actually going to watch the movie." Bobby replied. "Don't you want to watch the movie? It's Hitcher; I thought you'd be amused by deranged psycho killers trying to murder people."
"Why would I want to see that when there are a couple of them already in the Institute?" John said with a quirk of his eyebrow.
"You're insane, you know that?" Bobby said as they reached the front gates.
"Remember, the meeting time is nine sharp at the entrance of the mall." Storm called out as the students piled into the various cars scattered across the front of the Institute. Bobby and John made a beeline for Logan's car, knowing that he drove the fastest. He was also the only adult in the Institute that did not give them "the look" whenever he caught them holding hands. Unfortunately Jubilee and Kitty was already sitting in the car.
"Aww..it's the two lovebirds." Kitty cooed as John and Bobby climbed into the backseat next to her.
"Shut up." John grumbled as he settled into his seat, half leaning on Bobby.
"Well, this is going to be an interesting ride." Logan said as he turned on the engine and peeled out of the driveway.
The first half of the ride was spent in relative silence until Kitty elbowed John in the arm.
"Oww…" John moaned as he held onto his arm.
"What happened?" Bobby asked leaning over to see what was wrong.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Does it hurt really badly?" Kitty clamored as she, too, tried to see if John was all right.
"No, I'm good. You just elbowed a tender spot." John replied with a hiss. "Just try to stay away from my arm, okay?"
"Are you sure you're all right?" Bobby asked, turning his head from John's arm to Jubilee's head. It was all her fault John was hurt in the first place.
"Bobby, its fine. Stop." John mumbled as he rubbed at arm. "Glaring a hole through her head isn't going to make it go away, okay?"
"Yeah, well I don't see how me breaking up with Rogue has anything to do with her." Bobby snapped as he crossed his arms and hunkered down to glare daggers at Jubilee's head.
A week ago, during a danger room session, Jubilee had hurled a flaming piece of metal at John. While the fire mutant had been able to put out the fire before contact was made, the hot metal still left its mark. Bobby had immediately iced the burn, but it would still take another week or so before healing completely. It was times like this when Bobby wished Logan can transfer his mutation.
"Popsicle, stop."
Bobby's eyes shifted from the back of Jubilee's head to John, "Yeah, okay. Are we there yet?"
"I had a really good time." John murmured as he leaned on the door to his room.
"Yeah." Bobby mumbled as he leaned in for a kiss.
After several moments, John pulled back. "I don't want my parents to see us kissing. I'll call you?"
Bobby stifled a laugh before nodding, "Goodnight."
He waited until John was inside before laughing. John, on the other hand, flopped down unto his bed and waited five minutes before calling Bobby.
"Hello?"
"Is this too late to call?" John asked, whispering because he didn't want Peter to hear him. The other mutant was passed out in the other bed.
"No."
"I just wanted to talk to you so badly. Tonight was wonderful, Bobby." John gushed.
"John, I don't know how you're saying this without laughing, but I'm not going to stop my laughter because I just might choke." Bobby said before he burst into laughter.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted a real first date. I'm just playing the part." John said defensively.
"But no matter how hard you try, I would never see you as the shy school girl who is out on her first date." Bobby said in between laughs.
"Okay, fine, laugh at me. I was trying to be nice. I really shouldn't though, considering how you thought ice cream makes a good dinner." John grumbled, remembering the highlight of the night.
After watching the movie, which was pretty predictable to John, the two had headed towards the food court to get something to eat. Bobby had decided that ice cream was the perfect finish to their date. But he had not counted on the brain freeze the ice cream would give his boyfriend.
"Hey, ice cream is comfort food to me. I can eat it all day. It's not my fault." Bobby exclaimed defensively.
"Did it not occur to you that you're the only one who actually eats this much of the stuff?" John whispered.
"Fine, next time we can have some deep roasted, very burned chicken? You can run the grill." Bobby said with a chuckle.
"Har-har. You're hilarious." John mumbled. "I'm going to sleep. Peter's sleeping, I don't want to wake him."
"All right, love you."
"Yeah, yeah."
"Everyone hates me!" John yelled as he flopped down on Bobby's bed.
"That's not true."
"Storm just failed me and I'm not even officially back into classes yet! That was a level test for next year." John shouted as he waved his test paper in Bobby's face. "it's an entire conspiracy against me. First Jubilee tries to kill me in the danger room and then Rogue tells the entire school I've got some mutant form of HIV that's highly contagious and deadly."
"You're being dramatic, Johnny. Did you even look at the notes I gave you?" Bobby asked. "Wait never mind. I know the answer already. Don't bother answering."
"Hey, you don't care. You're not the loser that's still in high school while his boyfriend is graduating to a great future." John snapped as he crawled under Bobby's covers and curled up underneath.
"It doesn't make you a loser. It's not even your fault. You were even here for any of the classes." Bobby said as he stopped studying for his Economics final- the last exam he would ever have to take in his high school career.
"It still doesn't change the fact that I'm going to be stuck in a classroom with little kids that hate me and you're not even going to be there." John grumbled, burrowing deeper into the covers.
"Look at the bright side, Warren is going to get his own room now that he's going to be a teacher and then we can go back to being roommates!" Bobby said, patting John's head from the top of the blanket.
The only response he received was a muffled grunt.
"If Rogue said that you have some weird type of mutant HIV then does that mean I have it too?"
John popped his head up from under the covers to reply, "No. Everyone loves you, Bobby. She said that you wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole and you're only talking to me cause you feel bad for me."
"Then that would explain why my tongue was down your throat last weekend during movie night?" Bobby said sarcastically.
"You hang out with me too much. You didn't use to talk like that." John said, eyes looking Bobby up and down.
"I was told you're a bad influence."
"By who?" John demanded.
"Logan." Bobby replied innocently.
John scoffed, "He's one to talk."
"So what do you two talk about anyway when you spend 'quality time' with each other?" Bobby asked.
"We sit there and make fun of people." John replied.
"You're shitting me."
"No, we really do. We talk about everyone." The last part was said in a dramatic whisper. "I mean we make fun of Mr. Summers and how technically Cyclops had one eye. And sometimes there's booze, which is amazing cause honestly, twenty-one is definitely too high for legal drinking."
"You also have a fake ID regardless." Bobby pointed out as he watched John dive back under the covers and snuggle Bobby's pillow. "What are you doing?"
"I'm taking a nap. Ignore me and go study, nerd." John replied. He inched downwards toward the middle of the bed and hunkered down for his nap.
"Why don't you go nap in your room?" Bobby asked, using his foot to kick John in the butt.
"It's lonely there…and I don't like my bed. It's lumpy." John replied, although his reply was slightly muffled by the comforter over his head.
"Fine, but you can't talk to me. I have to cram." Bobby warned as he turned back to his notes.
"You're a big fat nerd, Bobby Drake. I don't even know why I'm with you." John grumbled. "All you do study and ignore your hot boyfriend."
"Studying, John." Bobby warned without looking up from his textbook.
"I suppose I'll really just take a nap." John mumbled, resigned. "Wake me up when you're done?"
"Yeah." Yet again, Bobby did not look up from his books.
"Hmmph."
Just a bit of fluff before the drama starts up again. You know I can't resist giving Johnny some angst.
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P.s. - I hope everyone went to go see the Dark Knight, regardless of their feelings on the Batman universe. Because while Christian Bale was amazing, Heath Ledger completely rocked my world.