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Entry number twenty-one:

Shudder...

So the past few days around here have been... interesting. Everything takes on a whole new light once your eyes have been opened up.

And I totally don't mean that in a good way.

I mean, I'm happy for Rogue. Of course I am. But geeze guys... y'wanna tone it down a bit?

Okay, so you guys are totally like "what are you talking about Kitty?" I'll tell you exactly what I'm talking about.

Like take today for instance. In the danger room. Rogue and I were late because someone forgot to set the alarm. (saying someone in italics makes me look innocent, but it was totally me.) And then Rogue lost her friggin gloves AGAIN, and I swear to God she's lose her head if it wasn't attatched to her. So we finally make it down to the danger room and Logan does his pissed off, uber sexy growl thing. I think I need to close my eyes when he does it so I can picture some sexy beast making that sound and not Logan. He totally ruins it. Anyways, and of course Remy is all like "Late night ladies?" with this big, gloating, cheesy grin.
And then Rogue tugs on her gloves (Yes, she found the stupid things) and is all "Wouldn't youlike t'know Cajun?" with a snarl.

Remy wags his eyebrows like a lame vaudeville style villian before he says "Midnight pillow fights?"

"You are such an idiot." She rolls her eyes. I think that this is it... but noooo...

"You didn't deny it though." He points out with a wink.

And then Bobby urgently holds up a hand to stop Rogue from talking and is all like "Please don't deny it." with this look of sheer desperation on his face. He totally needs to get laid. (I cannot believe I just said that! GIGGLE!)

Then Rogue sets her jaw and goes on about how that's totally sexist and how he's got "some nerve" talking to her like that. Then she explains that she lost her gloves, which is the reason for our tardiness. (She didn't use that word. I did. It is seriously, the funniest word EVER.)

"You lose Kitty in that pigsty too?"

Oh no he didn't!

I was totally about to defend the state of MY room when Rogue cut me off with her sharp laugh. "Not all of us are anal retentive neat freaks Gambit. Besides, I can think of one place I can put them where I won't lose them again."

Dead. Silence. You could totally hear a pin drop as they stare at each other. Rogue with her glare and Gambit with that dumb smirk...

Totally normal, right?

Except now, it makes me throw up in my mouth a little.

Because I see what everyone else doesn't. The slight tilt of her head and the little glint in her eye... All the bickering and name calling and sarcastic jokes... They're totally getting off on it.

Part of me wants to giggle and the other part of me wants to gag, which is really hard to do at the same time. Gaggle.

Somewhere in the midst of their silent telepathic dry hump session (ZOMG! I'm sooo bad! LOL!) Logan stepped in and got everyone back on track. And I totally must have been staring too, because Peter (swoon!) gave me a nudge and smiled this perfect smile as he shook his head. He leaned down, his sweet breath tickling my ear as he whispered "Katya, you don't know anything. Remember?"

And then it suddenly hit me. Aside from not having the guts to talk to Pete at all about "what happened" because he's so perfect and beautiful... I have a whole different problem now.

There is no way I can keep this secret.

I can't help but stare. I can't! It's like when you drive by an accident on the highway, and you instinctively slow down to look. It's totally like that! In a good way...

ish...

I mean, like I said, I'm happy for Rogue, but once you start viewing their regular everyday jabs at one another as PDA... it's like... Jeeze guys, get a room...

And not my room. Ick.