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After everyone was back at the mansion, they all asked me how my day went. Yes, All.
"Did you guys get this much attention on your first school day here?"
"Well… yeah," Scott said slowly.
"How did you like that?"
That ended the questions.
I sighed. "Excuse me," I said, "I have homework to do."
RogueKittyRogueKittyRogueKitty.
Oh, to hell with it.
Logan is someone who is very important to me, I wrote. He's a lot like me, so he can almost always tell when something is bothering me, and he normally knows what to do about it. He's actually like the father I never had. Professor Xavier did bring me in, and I'll always be grateful for that, but Logan and I just click. No matter what's going on, he's able to listen to my problems. Also, we share the same interests, so I really enjoy his company. I paused and tried to remember how long this was supposed to be. Ah, yes. Ten sentences. Logan understands that sometimes subtlety is the best answer. If he thinks something is going to bother me, he doesn't talk about it, just takes care of it, if he can. On the other hand, he's ready to poke fun at me, which helps me relax about some things. He acts gruff, but he's really a nice guy. I hope my dad was anything like him.
I was suddenly very happy I had written about Logan. I read the page again, and realized just how personal this had gotten. I couldn't help but be annoyed that teachers were paid to get kids to talk about personal things, and then count off on them for not using periods and the like. I needed to relax, so I headed down to the rec room, to watch some TV.
A half-hour later, I was headed up to my room to finish some History work I had forgotten, when I bumped into Kitty on the stairs.
"You're, like, a totally good writer, Leo."
"WHAT?!"
Needless to say, I was not happy about this revelation.
I did the idiotic thing, and left Kitty to find my paper. It was still on my bed. I was about to put it away, but then I remembered Kitty was wandering the mansion with information about said paper.
So, I took my second big mistake. I left the paper on my bed, and went to find Kitty.
I ran into an amused Jean on the stairs. She grinned and said, "So, Kitty tells me you're a great writer."
"KITTY?! KITTY, IF I FIND YOU, YOU ARE DEAD! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
I was running down the stairs at a speed that would have me pulled over on most major highways.
Let's see. If I had some potentially painful evidence that I wanted to share, I'd go to where there were definitely people around. And Ororo was cooking at the moment…
I ran for the kitchen. Ororo smiled at me. "Can I help you, Leo?"
I nodded madly. "Has Kitty been in here lately?"
Ororo's smile widened. "I… believe she might have come this way."
My life is a living hell.
"Which way did she leave by?"
Ororo struggled to keep from laughing. She pointed at a door, and I went through it like I had been fired from a cannon.
"KITTY! DAMN YOU, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
I came to an intersection of the halls. Left, right, and forward. Another time to think. Rogue was in that direction, Logan in that, and Kurt in that one. But, Rogue was out of Kitty's good graces, and Logan would probably be saved for last. So that left…
Kurt. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
"KITTY! GET OUT HERE!" I yelled as I shot down the hallway.
I found Kurt grinning ear to ear, with Kitty talking quietly. Kurt turned and saw me.
"Vell, hello, Leo. I heard vhat a good writer you are."
Kitty was evil. Kitty was cruel. Kitty was dead.
I pounced. Kurt ported away and Kitty phased out. I hit the opposite wall.
"AHHHH!" *THUD* "OW!"
Kitty shot down the hallway, laughing. I was right behind her.
"KITTY," I begged at the top of my lungs, "PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN'T TELL LOGAN!"
"Tell me what?" answered Logan's voice.
Oops. Mistake three. And, effectively, strike three.
Kitty smiled. "Leo… is a good writer."
I paused. "THAT'S IT?!"
She smiled. "Well, yeah. I wouldn't read your stuff without, like, asking, Leo. I just saw the paper on your bed, and said you were a good writer, and your reaction was, like, perfect. So, I've been, like, telling everyone to tell you that I said that. It was just a joke."
"Just a joke."
"Wait just a minute," said Logan, "why didn't you want me to find out about this, anyway?"
"N-no reason," I stuttered. DAMN IT!
I attempted to dash, but felt a heavy hand close on my arm.
"Let's see this paper."
"I-it's just homework."
Rogue decided to join the party.
"What's goin' on?"
Logan explained as much as he knew… that I had written something and then gotten furious because Kitty had pretended to try to tell everyone what it was, and that it was about him.
The next thing I knew, we were in my room. Rogue calmly picked up the paper and read through it. Then she looked at me, shocked.
"Ah… wow, Leo."
Kitty grabbed it and read it. Then she looked at me wordlessly and handed the paper to Logan, who read it.
Then he read it again.
And again.
I was embarrassed as hell, and all of the waiting around wasn't helping. Rogue and Kitty stuck around for a while, then quietly drifted out. Logan turned to me, looked me up and down, and left.
It took me a second to realize that he had taken my English homework with him. Not that it mattered. If he wanted it, let him keep it. I could always write another. Except, when I tried, I got writer's block. Perfect.
Logan walked into the room, handed the paper to me, ruffled the hair on my head, to my surprise, and left. I stared after him. Then I shoved the paper into my bag. I pledged to never let anyone but my English teacher see it.
For a long time, I sat on my bed, thinking. After which, I heard someone knock on my door.
"Come in."
Rogue slowly opened the door and walked into the room, looking shy. "Did… did ya mean all that stuff that ya wrote? About Logan?"
"Yeah. Hell, he's more of a father then anyone I've ever met. That I remember, anyway." I sighed, wondering where my own father was, if he was all right.
If he ever wondered about me. If he ever wished he hadn't given me up.
Rogue slowly sat on the bed next to me, and wrapped an arm around me. "Ah've been there. Ah know what you're goin' through. If ya ever need to talk…"
"I'll come straight to you," I promised. It occurred to me that she was holding me. I just felt… complete. I slid my own arm around her, and we just sat there for a few minutes, not speaking.
We didn't have to. It was right then that I realized that I was in love.