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Entry number twenty-six:

It's true... I'll admit it... I'm kind of a ditz. And a dork. I'm a dortz. And the fact that I invented a word for it, proves my point.

So, I was wandering around the halls today because Rogue's been moping around our room- pretending not to be moping of course- since yesterday, and I'm totally not paying attention to where I'm going because I'm just wandering mindlessly. And I end up in the kitchen, flopping down on one of the stools, trying to decide if I should eat some fruit, or some Fruit Loops. I was about to get up and grab the box of Fruit Loops when I hear;

"You don't look too happy, Katya."

I look over and realize that Pete's sitting at the table, and I was so deep in my own little world that I didn't even notice. I must have been pretty damn deep in that world cuz, hot damn.

"Yeah, I... no... it's... I'm fud." I stammer like a stupid idiot. And for your information, I was trying to say "good" and "fine" at the same time, also, like a stupid idiot. Sigh.

Like the gentleman he is, he tries not to smile as he nods. "It wouldn't have anything to do with your shopping trip yesterday, would it?"

He's like a friggin' psychic. A hypnotic psychic too, because I blurt out everything that happened, right from the new mall lie, all the way to the jean shower and how Lance was such a dickwad, ending up with Rogue and Gambit's whisper fight and subsequent break up.

He frowned at me and shook his head. "That's too bad."

"I know! I didn't even get to buy my stuff! I really wanted those jeans."

He smiles, clearly unable to hold it back anymore. "I meant about Gambit and Rogue. I thought they would be good for one another."

"Oh. Yeah." I totally look like an ass.

"I've been meaning to speak with you," He changes the subject and I breathe a mental sigh of relief. He looks down slightly and for a moment, he looks... like... shy. "I was hoping you would re-consider going on a date with me. Now that you know I am not seeing Rogue." He smiles up at me again and I freeze with my mouth hanging open like a moron.

And then I totally let out this like, stupid giggle and blush, quickly smacking my hand over my stupid mouth. After a second of composure, I notice he's smiling with that twinkle in his eye that tells me he's trying not to laugh again.

"Yeah! I'd love to!" My face suddenly falls when I remember that it's totally my fault that Rogue and Remy broke up in the first place. Ok, not totally. Partially.

Pete knits his brow and watches me shake my head. "What is it?"

"I would love to... it's just... I don't think I can right now." I roll my eyes and heave a sigh. "It's just... Rogue is really... sensative right now... and I kind of feel responsible for this whole thing. If I hadn't have knocked over the wall of pants, they'd probably still be fine."

Pete smiles at me and nods understandingly. "You are a good friend Katya."

"Maybe we could get together, just as friends? I could totally use someone to talk to."

He shrugs and stands up, suddenly towering over me from across the room. "I can't see anything wrong with that. My door is always open."

"Not literally." I say with a laugh like a total... dortz.

"No, just figuratively." He smiles kindly, and doesn't point out the fact that I'm an idiot. I like that about him. He gives me a nod and then leaves, letting me stew in my word vomit.

Seriously, I said fud. I wish I thought before I said things.