DIFFERENT VIEWS - CHAPTER 2: JOIN THE PARTY
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Author's Note: Whoa! This fic beat all my other fics in a heartbeat! I've never gotten so many reviews THAT fast. O.o; Thank you SO much everyone! Here are my shoutouts (a.k.a: comments): Lucky439 (We'll just have to wait and see, huh? ^^), Fuzzy Elf (Hehe. ^^ I'm glad you liked it.), Geministarz (A fellow Gemini! XD Anyhoo ... keep wondering! Bwa ha ha.), and Weary-Traveler(Sorry for the chapter being so short, I had limited time online last night.), Pantera (Well, she's in a bad mood because of the party thing, but normally she'd be more mellow. Sorry if I confused anyone! x.x;) To anyone I didn't catch your review probably wasn't up yet. Remember to give me good AND bad comments. No flames, though ... I really don't like them and I'll just end up deleting them. Well, ja ne!!
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Rogue was the mysterious type and a loner as well. She'd gotten a little softer overtime with everyone around the mansion, but in this ocasion -- she was just plain grumpy. Not only because it was the beginning of a new year, but she knew ... she wouldn't and couldn't enjoy it as much as everyone else would. Everyone tried to understand her, but they never would; because she was an outcast. Everyone pitied her, but she only wanted to be treated like everyone else. As the young teen made her way to the outside court, she could hear the booming music in the main dining hall where the party would take place. The music stopped and Rigue guessed they were sound testing. They were, in fact, doing sound test as she could clearly make out the gruffy voice of Logan — or Wolverine — saying, "Testing ... *tap* ... one ... two."
She chuckled slightly, stepping outside. Her steps were slow and casual. She wasn't in a hurry, but the stuffiness of the mansion was making her nausious. The fresh air would do her good at this time of night and since everyone else was inside preparing for something she wouldn't attend; she knew she'd be left alone. Rogue made her way towards a small tropical looking pond across from the the double doors she'd exited from.
There was a small bench to the side of it and a very tranquil feeling was given to the quiet place. A small sigh escaped those fragile, crimson and untouchable lips of hers as she took a seat on the bench next to the pond. The stars above glowed brilliantly this night as her eyes shot from one start to another. Deep in her mind she prayed in silence that one day, just maybe, her powers would go away -- just like they'd come. Or that she'd someday find someone who wouldn't get effected by her dreadful abilities.
Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder that caused her to spin around in her seat and smack the culprit, "Ow!" came a male voice with an accent as she watched someone fall to the floor behind the bench, "Are you always smacking people or is it just me?" It was Kurt whom seeked up on her. He was using his 'inducer' and so ... he didn't look like his usual self: blue and furry.
"Oh, geez, sorry, Kurt ... you startled me fer a minute." Rogue said apologetically, hoping over the bench and extended her hand to help him up. He smiled at her and shook his head, "It's alright .."he said, "Kitty headed back to help with the party, I thought I'd come over and ask you why you don't want to go." Rogue looked at him for a moment and walked around the bench to take her seat again, "I just don't wanna go. I ain't in the mood fer it." Kurt hopped over the bench and sat next to her, still grinning, "Why? It's New Year's Eve! It'll be great! Come on ... don't be so--" Kurt began, but Rogue cleared her throat, "Kurt ... don't try and convince me I ain't goin`."
He looked at her, his grin fading. "Is it because of you-know-what?" he said hesitantly. Rogue was silent for a moment, looking down at her hands as her head slowly nodded, "Rogue! Don't let that get you down so much. You're wearing your gloves! There's nothing to worry about ...!" Kurt said with enthusiam, but Rogue was still negative about the whole thing, "Like I said, Kurt ... no matter what you say, I ain't goin`."
"Okay, what if I dance with you the entire thing? We'll just hang out; you and me? How about it? Just so you won't feel alone at the party. Huh? What do you say?" He was just being friendly. That was Kurt for you ... an outgoing blue furball. Rogue seemed to ponder this for a while ... she supposed it wouldn't be that bad. She took a deep breath, feeling Kurt's eyes on her, "I ... guess," she said, almost inaudibly. "Great! Let's go!" Kurt took her left gloved hand and yanked her to her feet as both teens ran back inside. The party would be starting soon.