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Rogue sat flipping through the TV Guide, highlighter in hand. Hmmm, nothing good on, Rogue noted sighing as she scanned the schedule for the day. Suddenly, she heard a noise to her right. Rogue looked up quickly, and turned to see Bobby walking towards her, a very silly grin on his face. Oh geez, why do I have the feeling I'm about to be the victim of one of his infamous pranks, Rogue thought, as she saw Bobby stand next to the couch.
"Hi, Rogue."
Rogue cleared her throat. "Hey, Bobby." She waited for him to ask her something, or get on with the prank, but Bobby just stood there staring at her with that same goofy grin. This was definitely weird. She and Bobby were friends, but he'd never really sought her out without Kitty and Jubilee around. Usually, Bobby was out chasing some girl or harassing the older members of the X-men.
"Uh, do you need something?" Rogue ventured, after a brief period of silence.
"Nope," Bobby answered, still smiling. Rogue noted that he had a very nice smile, perfect even white teeth, which really set off his deep blue eyes. And WHY am I noticing these things all of a sudden? Rogue wondered, irritated with herself. She had always kept everyone at a distance. That way, no one could get hurt.
Rogue sat still on the couch for awhile, trying to get back to analyzing the TV Guide, but found it impossible, with Bobby Drake looking at her so fixedly. Have I suddenly sprouted a 2nd head or something? Rogue wondered. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Getting up abruptly, she tossed the TV guide on the coffee table.
"Uh, I'm going to, um, make myself a sandwich," Rogue announced, and headed off the kitchen. To her surprise, Bobby followed her in, and leaned against the doorjamb, surveying her with interest. What is going ON, Rogue thought, as she reached for the peanut butter. Maybe if she made him something to eat, he'd leave, Rogue thought. It wasn't that she didn't LIKE having him around, it was just-...she wasn't used to being the center of attention for guys. Especially, class clowns like Bobby Drake.
"So, you want a sandwich?" Rogue ventured. Bobby shook his head, and gave her another smile.
"I'm fine, thanks."
Rogue made her sandwich, glad to have the distraction of smearing peanut-butter on bread. After a few minutes, Rogue decided she'd had enough. "Is there something fascinating about the way I make a sandwich?" Rogue blurted out.
"Actually, yes, there is," was Bobby's reply. Rogue flushed. Jeez, am I blushing, Rogue groaned inwardly. She was supposed to be the calm, cool rational one. So why was she suddenly speechless.
"Look, Drake, I don't know what kind of weird game this is, but-," Rogue began, angrily.
"You know, you're really cute when you're mad," Bobby interrupted, grinning again. Rogue stopped, thoroughly flustered. She had to get out of there before she totally embarrassed herself.
"Um, I think I hear Mr. Summers calling me," Rogue said hastily, her cheeks flushed, and exited the kitchen quickly.
Once safely inside her room, Rogue paced the room, confused at her own emotions. She suddenly heard a knock at the door. Rogue walked and jerked it open, to find Bobby there. NOW what does he want?
"You forgot your sandwich," Bobby said, looking as if he were trying not to laugh at the look on Rogue's face. Rogue grabbed the sandwich from him, jumping when their hands brushed lightly.
"Thanks," Rogue said quickly, trying to shut the door, but Bobby blocked it easily.
"Oh, and Rogue?"
"WHAT!" Rogue exploded.
"Mr. Summers is that way," Bobby replied, pointing in the direction of the kitchen that he had just come from. He winked at her, and took of down the hall whistling. Rogue was left holding the sandwich, feeling stupid at being caught in a lie. "Wierdo," Rogue muttered, taking a bite of her sandwich. But a cute weirdo, nevertheless.
Rogue sat flipping through the TV Guide, highlighter in hand. Hmmm, nothing good on, Rogue noted sighing as she scanned the schedule for the day. Suddenly, she heard a noise to her right. Rogue looked up quickly, and turned to see Bobby walking towards her, a very silly grin on his face. Oh geez, why do I have the feeling I'm about to be the victim of one of his infamous pranks, Rogue thought, as she saw Bobby stand next to the couch.
"Hi, Rogue."
Rogue cleared her throat. "Hey, Bobby." She waited for him to ask her something, or get on with the prank, but Bobby just stood there staring at her with that same goofy grin. This was definitely weird. She and Bobby were friends, but he'd never really sought her out without Kitty and Jubilee around. Usually, Bobby was out chasing some girl or harassing the older members of the X-men.
"Uh, do you need something?" Rogue ventured, after a brief period of silence.
"Nope," Bobby answered, still smiling. Rogue noted that he had a very nice smile, perfect even white teeth, which really set off his deep blue eyes. And WHY am I noticing these things all of a sudden? Rogue wondered, irritated with herself. She had always kept everyone at a distance. That way, no one could get hurt.
Rogue sat still on the couch for awhile, trying to get back to analyzing the TV Guide, but found it impossible, with Bobby Drake looking at her so fixedly. Have I suddenly sprouted a 2nd head or something? Rogue wondered. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Getting up abruptly, she tossed the TV guide on the coffee table.
"Uh, I'm going to, um, make myself a sandwich," Rogue announced, and headed off the kitchen. To her surprise, Bobby followed her in, and leaned against the doorjamb, surveying her with interest. What is going ON, Rogue thought, as she reached for the peanut butter. Maybe if she made him something to eat, he'd leave, Rogue thought. It wasn't that she didn't LIKE having him around, it was just-...she wasn't used to being the center of attention for guys. Especially, class clowns like Bobby Drake.
"So, you want a sandwich?" Rogue ventured. Bobby shook his head, and gave her another smile.
"I'm fine, thanks."
Rogue made her sandwich, glad to have the distraction of smearing peanut-butter on bread. After a few minutes, Rogue decided she'd had enough. "Is there something fascinating about the way I make a sandwich?" Rogue blurted out.
"Actually, yes, there is," was Bobby's reply. Rogue flushed. Jeez, am I blushing, Rogue groaned inwardly. She was supposed to be the calm, cool rational one. So why was she suddenly speechless.
"Look, Drake, I don't know what kind of weird game this is, but-," Rogue began, angrily.
"You know, you're really cute when you're mad," Bobby interrupted, grinning again. Rogue stopped, thoroughly flustered. She had to get out of there before she totally embarrassed herself.
"Um, I think I hear Mr. Summers calling me," Rogue said hastily, her cheeks flushed, and exited the kitchen quickly.
Once safely inside her room, Rogue paced the room, confused at her own emotions. She suddenly heard a knock at the door. Rogue walked and jerked it open, to find Bobby there. NOW what does he want?
"You forgot your sandwich," Bobby said, looking as if he were trying not to laugh at the look on Rogue's face. Rogue grabbed the sandwich from him, jumping when their hands brushed lightly.
"Thanks," Rogue said quickly, trying to shut the door, but Bobby blocked it easily.
"Oh, and Rogue?"
"WHAT!" Rogue exploded.
"Mr. Summers is that way," Bobby replied, pointing in the direction of the kitchen that he had just come from. He winked at her, and took of down the hall whistling. Rogue was left holding the sandwich, feeling stupid at being caught in a lie. "Wierdo," Rogue muttered, taking a bite of her sandwich. But a cute weirdo, nevertheless.