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Jubilee sat daydreaming as Rogue mumbled something or other about Bobby. Lance, lance lance, lanceandjubilee..Jubilee doodled on the front of her binder. Suddenly, Kitty stormed into the room, tossing her backpack to the side and flopping onto the bed. Rogue and Jubilee simultaneously looked up from their own daydreams, concernedly.
"Are you okay Kitty?" Rogue asked.
"Just peachy," came the muffled response from the bed.
Jubilee sighed and got up to walk over next to the bed. "Alright, spill. What happened?"
"Why don't you ask the glorified god himself, Pietro-the loser/jerk- Maximoff?' Kitty said, sitting up, and crossing her arms in front of chest resolutely.
"I would, but he's not here right now," Jubilee quipped.
"He totally humiliated me with this dumb poem he wrote about me," Kitty explained, flushing at the memory.
"And he didn't apologize?" Rogue asked, leaning on the bed with one elbow.
"Um, well," Kitty trailed off, as she remembered how she'd cut him off. "I'm not sure. All I know is, the less I see of him the better."
"You know Kitty, you have a total history for love/hate relationships," Jubilee remarked.
"What?! First of all, there is no LOVE in our so-called relationship! And two," Kitty sputtered, "I do not have a history!"
"What about that time you totally dissed Hugh Jackman for, like, a year? And then you finally admitted you had the biggest crush on him," Rogue pointed out.
"Besides, I don't think I've ever seen you get so worked up over a guy," Jubilee added.
"I'm not worked up!" Kitty yelled, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue. She stopped, as her friends looked at her wide-eyed. "Sorry guys," Kitty apologized sheepishly.
Rogue exchanged an amused look with Jubilee. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about this now."
"You guessed right. I'm working on my own person Pietro Maximoff voodoo doll," Kitty said, giggling as Jubilee grabbed a plush pillow and mock "stabbed" it.
"What's going on with you and Lance?" Rogue asked. Jubilee smiled at that, and leaned back in her chair.
"What's going on? Well let's see, I've managed to make a complete idiot of myself in front of Lance every time I see him. And I mean, EVERY TIME. That takes skill, you know," Jubilee said, sighing. Kitty smiled at that, and patted her friend comfortingly. "So, that's about it," Jubilee finished.
After a few minutes, Jubilee and Kitty both turned to look at Rogue. Rogue was staring intently at some old pictures from last summer. When it became clear that Rogue was in her own little world, Jubilee cleared her throat. "Well?"
Rogue looked up startled. "Well, what?"
"Are you interested in anyone?" Jubilee asked bluntly. Kitty rolled her eyes at her friend's directness.
"What? No way," Rogue answered much too quickly, and diverted her attention back to the pictures.
"What is so fascinating about those pictures?" Kitty asked curiously, trying to lean closer to see the photos.
"Nothing, they're just some old pictures," Rogue said a little defensively, and tried to cover the pictures with her pillow. But Jubilee was quicker, her hands whisked under the pillow and grabbed them in a rush. Rogue lunged after them desperately, but the pictures ended up flying all over the floor.
"Oh my gosh, Kitty, look at these!" Jubilee said excitedly. Kitty walked over and her jaw dropped open. Almost every one of the pictures had Bobby in them. "Bobby's in every single one!"
"That is just a coincidence, okay!" Rogue said defensively, her pretty face flushing red.
"Suuure, Rogue."
"What? It is!"
"Oooh, look at this one," Kitty giggled, pointing at one with Bobby in swim trunks. Rogue blushed anew, while still fiercely denying it. Jubilee laughed as well, it was just too much fun to tease Rogue, mainly because their friend, with all her sarcasm, hardly ever had crushes.
"As I said, this is just totally a coincidence," Rogue replied indignantly, and began picking up the pictures. As she reached for another, the door suddenly opened.
"Hey guys, Miss Munroe wanted me to call you for dinner, so I-," Bobby broke off as he looked down to see a mortified Rogue holding the picture of him in trunks.
Jubilee felt her face going red from trying not to laugh. The situation was just too funny. An uncomfortable silence followed as Bobby looked from Rogue's flushed face, to Kitty's muffled giggles. Finally Rogue stood up, and cleared her throat.
"Ahem, I just want to say, that this is totally not mine!" And with that, Rogue dropped the picture as if it were on fire, and beat a hasty exit.
Jubilee sat daydreaming as Rogue mumbled something or other about Bobby. Lance, lance lance, lanceandjubilee..Jubilee doodled on the front of her binder. Suddenly, Kitty stormed into the room, tossing her backpack to the side and flopping onto the bed. Rogue and Jubilee simultaneously looked up from their own daydreams, concernedly.
"Are you okay Kitty?" Rogue asked.
"Just peachy," came the muffled response from the bed.
Jubilee sighed and got up to walk over next to the bed. "Alright, spill. What happened?"
"Why don't you ask the glorified god himself, Pietro-the loser/jerk- Maximoff?' Kitty said, sitting up, and crossing her arms in front of chest resolutely.
"I would, but he's not here right now," Jubilee quipped.
"He totally humiliated me with this dumb poem he wrote about me," Kitty explained, flushing at the memory.
"And he didn't apologize?" Rogue asked, leaning on the bed with one elbow.
"Um, well," Kitty trailed off, as she remembered how she'd cut him off. "I'm not sure. All I know is, the less I see of him the better."
"You know Kitty, you have a total history for love/hate relationships," Jubilee remarked.
"What?! First of all, there is no LOVE in our so-called relationship! And two," Kitty sputtered, "I do not have a history!"
"What about that time you totally dissed Hugh Jackman for, like, a year? And then you finally admitted you had the biggest crush on him," Rogue pointed out.
"Besides, I don't think I've ever seen you get so worked up over a guy," Jubilee added.
"I'm not worked up!" Kitty yelled, her cheeks taking on a rosy hue. She stopped, as her friends looked at her wide-eyed. "Sorry guys," Kitty apologized sheepishly.
Rogue exchanged an amused look with Jubilee. "I'm guessing you don't want to talk about this now."
"You guessed right. I'm working on my own person Pietro Maximoff voodoo doll," Kitty said, giggling as Jubilee grabbed a plush pillow and mock "stabbed" it.
"What's going on with you and Lance?" Rogue asked. Jubilee smiled at that, and leaned back in her chair.
"What's going on? Well let's see, I've managed to make a complete idiot of myself in front of Lance every time I see him. And I mean, EVERY TIME. That takes skill, you know," Jubilee said, sighing. Kitty smiled at that, and patted her friend comfortingly. "So, that's about it," Jubilee finished.
After a few minutes, Jubilee and Kitty both turned to look at Rogue. Rogue was staring intently at some old pictures from last summer. When it became clear that Rogue was in her own little world, Jubilee cleared her throat. "Well?"
Rogue looked up startled. "Well, what?"
"Are you interested in anyone?" Jubilee asked bluntly. Kitty rolled her eyes at her friend's directness.
"What? No way," Rogue answered much too quickly, and diverted her attention back to the pictures.
"What is so fascinating about those pictures?" Kitty asked curiously, trying to lean closer to see the photos.
"Nothing, they're just some old pictures," Rogue said a little defensively, and tried to cover the pictures with her pillow. But Jubilee was quicker, her hands whisked under the pillow and grabbed them in a rush. Rogue lunged after them desperately, but the pictures ended up flying all over the floor.
"Oh my gosh, Kitty, look at these!" Jubilee said excitedly. Kitty walked over and her jaw dropped open. Almost every one of the pictures had Bobby in them. "Bobby's in every single one!"
"That is just a coincidence, okay!" Rogue said defensively, her pretty face flushing red.
"Suuure, Rogue."
"What? It is!"
"Oooh, look at this one," Kitty giggled, pointing at one with Bobby in swim trunks. Rogue blushed anew, while still fiercely denying it. Jubilee laughed as well, it was just too much fun to tease Rogue, mainly because their friend, with all her sarcasm, hardly ever had crushes.
"As I said, this is just totally a coincidence," Rogue replied indignantly, and began picking up the pictures. As she reached for another, the door suddenly opened.
"Hey guys, Miss Munroe wanted me to call you for dinner, so I-," Bobby broke off as he looked down to see a mortified Rogue holding the picture of him in trunks.
Jubilee felt her face going red from trying not to laugh. The situation was just too funny. An uncomfortable silence followed as Bobby looked from Rogue's flushed face, to Kitty's muffled giggles. Finally Rogue stood up, and cleared her throat.
"Ahem, I just want to say, that this is totally not mine!" And with that, Rogue dropped the picture as if it were on fire, and beat a hasty exit.