"What do you MEAN it's GONE?!" Rogue asked, her voice rising to a panicked
state. Bobby stepped back and checked his pockets again.
"I swear it was in my pocket, it must have fallen when we fell," Bobby said, shaking his head.
"We have to find it!" Rogue cried out, getting down on her hands and knees, her long dark locks falling in her face. Bobby raised his eyebrows. He hadn't seen Rogue this worked up since someone had lost her Metallica CD. It was kinda cute actually, Bobby thought, a small grin forming on his lips as he watched her scurrying around. She stopped and turned on him.
"What are you waiting for?! We could die in here!" Rogue said, throwing up her hands.
"There's no way we can find the key, it's too dark in here," Bobby said, pointing to the dimming lights which threw soft shadows on the walls. Rogue bit her lip, and finally slumped against the wall, her head in her hands.
"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, sitting next to her.
"You'll laugh," Rogue said, looking up briefly from her hands.
Bobby frowned.
"Why would I do that?"
"Well, you're the class clown...aren't you supposed to make fun of stupid things like being afraid of the dark?"
"Look, just because I act like a goofball, doesn't mean everything's a joke to me," Bobby said, feeling hurt at the accusation. "That's like me saying that just because you act all tough it means you don't have a heart."
Rogue looked at him for a second, her hazel eyes softening. "Yeah, I guess so. Sorry."
"No problem."
The two sat next to each other in silence, as Rogue looked around, her eyes scanning the walls for a possible way to get out. She got up and circled the walls, swatting aside hanging skeletons and fake cobwebs. "Okay, it's official. We're going to die," Rogue said, so seriously that Bobby had to hide a smile with his hand.
"Rogue, we're not going to die, I'm sure we can find some nice tasty spiders to eat," Bobby teased. Rogue shot him a glare, but Bobby could have sworn he saw a ghost of smile on her lips.
"I bet we're losing air as we speak. I can't believe I'm going to die in a haunted house. What a pathetic way to go," Rogue muttered, taking off her sweater.
Bobby tried not to stare, but kept wondering how the hell he could have lived with her for two years before realizing how beautiful she was. Even more beautiful when she showed her vulnerability. She was strong, and smart, and..
"Drake? DRAKE," Rogue repeated impatiently. "On your feet. I think there's an air vent at the very top. And you're bigger than me, so you have to hoist me up."
..demanding. Bobby sighed and got up, stretching. "Okay, where exactly is this air vent?"
"Up there," Rogue said, pointing upwards. Bobby followed her finger upwards, until he saw a tiny air vent about 25 feet up. His mouth fell open.
"Are you crazy? How exactly are we supposed to get up there? Fly?"
"Those old boxes," Rogue explained, pointing to the giant boxes that had been discarded. "There are a ton of them, and we can use them to get leverage."
Bobby looked skeptically, but Rogue was already piling boxes, one on top of the other until there was a stack of 5 or 6, leaning precariously. When she had finished, she smiled triumphantly at him.
"Okay, now get on them," Rogue said.
"I like you a lot Rogue. But not enough to commit suicide," Bobby said finally, shaking his head. Rogue flushed hotly at his remark, and looked down for a second. Then, regaining her composure crossed her arms.
"Fine. I can do it myself," Rogue said stubbornly, and climbed onto the boxes, her cheeks flushed with concentration. When she reached the top, she smirked. "See, I told you, it's e-," Rogue stopped, and without warning slipped and fell. Bobby didn't even think, before dashing over, and catching her just as she was about to hit the floor. He stared down into her face as she opened her eyes. Rogue blushed as she found herself inches away from Bobby.
"Um, uh, thanks," Rogue murmured, avoiding his eyes. Bobby smiled, flashing his perfectly white teeth.
"You're welcome."
Bobby made a move to get up, but as he did, his hand hit something cold and metal. He closed around it, and his eyes widened as he realized it was the key.
"Rogue?" Bobby began, his eyes closing around the key. Rogue looked up at him, her hazel eyes warm.
"Yeah?"
Bobby stopped, and swallowed. If he told her about the key, the moment would be gone, she would go back to keeping him at arm's distance. Closing his eyes, he quickly slipped the key into his pocket, and turned back to her. "Nothing, Rogue. It was nothing."
"I swear it was in my pocket, it must have fallen when we fell," Bobby said, shaking his head.
"We have to find it!" Rogue cried out, getting down on her hands and knees, her long dark locks falling in her face. Bobby raised his eyebrows. He hadn't seen Rogue this worked up since someone had lost her Metallica CD. It was kinda cute actually, Bobby thought, a small grin forming on his lips as he watched her scurrying around. She stopped and turned on him.
"What are you waiting for?! We could die in here!" Rogue said, throwing up her hands.
"There's no way we can find the key, it's too dark in here," Bobby said, pointing to the dimming lights which threw soft shadows on the walls. Rogue bit her lip, and finally slumped against the wall, her head in her hands.
"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, sitting next to her.
"You'll laugh," Rogue said, looking up briefly from her hands.
Bobby frowned.
"Why would I do that?"
"Well, you're the class clown...aren't you supposed to make fun of stupid things like being afraid of the dark?"
"Look, just because I act like a goofball, doesn't mean everything's a joke to me," Bobby said, feeling hurt at the accusation. "That's like me saying that just because you act all tough it means you don't have a heart."
Rogue looked at him for a second, her hazel eyes softening. "Yeah, I guess so. Sorry."
"No problem."
The two sat next to each other in silence, as Rogue looked around, her eyes scanning the walls for a possible way to get out. She got up and circled the walls, swatting aside hanging skeletons and fake cobwebs. "Okay, it's official. We're going to die," Rogue said, so seriously that Bobby had to hide a smile with his hand.
"Rogue, we're not going to die, I'm sure we can find some nice tasty spiders to eat," Bobby teased. Rogue shot him a glare, but Bobby could have sworn he saw a ghost of smile on her lips.
"I bet we're losing air as we speak. I can't believe I'm going to die in a haunted house. What a pathetic way to go," Rogue muttered, taking off her sweater.
Bobby tried not to stare, but kept wondering how the hell he could have lived with her for two years before realizing how beautiful she was. Even more beautiful when she showed her vulnerability. She was strong, and smart, and..
"Drake? DRAKE," Rogue repeated impatiently. "On your feet. I think there's an air vent at the very top. And you're bigger than me, so you have to hoist me up."
..demanding. Bobby sighed and got up, stretching. "Okay, where exactly is this air vent?"
"Up there," Rogue said, pointing upwards. Bobby followed her finger upwards, until he saw a tiny air vent about 25 feet up. His mouth fell open.
"Are you crazy? How exactly are we supposed to get up there? Fly?"
"Those old boxes," Rogue explained, pointing to the giant boxes that had been discarded. "There are a ton of them, and we can use them to get leverage."
Bobby looked skeptically, but Rogue was already piling boxes, one on top of the other until there was a stack of 5 or 6, leaning precariously. When she had finished, she smiled triumphantly at him.
"Okay, now get on them," Rogue said.
"I like you a lot Rogue. But not enough to commit suicide," Bobby said finally, shaking his head. Rogue flushed hotly at his remark, and looked down for a second. Then, regaining her composure crossed her arms.
"Fine. I can do it myself," Rogue said stubbornly, and climbed onto the boxes, her cheeks flushed with concentration. When she reached the top, she smirked. "See, I told you, it's e-," Rogue stopped, and without warning slipped and fell. Bobby didn't even think, before dashing over, and catching her just as she was about to hit the floor. He stared down into her face as she opened her eyes. Rogue blushed as she found herself inches away from Bobby.
"Um, uh, thanks," Rogue murmured, avoiding his eyes. Bobby smiled, flashing his perfectly white teeth.
"You're welcome."
Bobby made a move to get up, but as he did, his hand hit something cold and metal. He closed around it, and his eyes widened as he realized it was the key.
"Rogue?" Bobby began, his eyes closing around the key. Rogue looked up at him, her hazel eyes warm.
"Yeah?"
Bobby stopped, and swallowed. If he told her about the key, the moment would be gone, she would go back to keeping him at arm's distance. Closing his eyes, he quickly slipped the key into his pocket, and turned back to her. "Nothing, Rogue. It was nothing."