NOTE: hmmm, should I continue the rogue/bobby conflict?? Input please!
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Rogue rubbed her head in frustration, as she found herself peeking into the hallways, wondering if she could go downstairs and get a salami sandwich without running into Bobby. She was starving, since she hadn't eaten since noon. Her stomach rumbled again. Rogue groaned. She'd risk it. It was better than going around sounding like a grizzly. Rogue stepped into the hallway, and quickly checked over her shoulder, but when she turned back, she found her face to face with Bobby.
"Great," Rogue muttered. "Just my luck." But as she said the words, she could feel her heart fluttering nervously as she found his blue eyes fixed on her.
"Yeah, really," Bobby retorted, but his eyes were softening as he looked at her.
"Well I'll just be out of your way," Rogue shot back, trying to cover up her quavering voice.
"No, wait," Bobby said desperately, holding out a hand.
"What?" Rogue asked uncertainly.
Bobby looked at her, and then back down at the floor. "Nothing," he mumbled.
"Fine," Rogue said, and pushed past him, aware of his eyes on her neck. "And you call ME immature," Rogue muttered under her breath, ready to go down the stairs.
"Excuse me?!" Bobby's incredulous voice sounded behind her, tinged with anger. "Yeah, avoiding me like the plague is SO mature, Rogue," Bobby said sarcastically. Rogue whirled to face him, the stressful events of the evening needing an outlet.
"I'm not avoiding you; it's not even worth my time!" Rogue retorted.
"Uh huh, sure. That's why you've been holed up in your room and sticking your head out every five minutes!" Bobby shot back, crossing his arms in front of him. Rogue was mortified. He'd SEEN that?
"What are you, stalking me now? It wasn't enough that you locked me in that .that CAVE, but you have to keep tabs on everything I do?" Rogue snapped. Bobby's eyes were blue fire as he stared back at her.
"Get over yourself, Rogue. The world doesn't revolve around you! I'd never make the mistake of being nice to you and showing I care, twice in one day!"
Rogue was choked with an odd feeling of hot indignation as she heard some truth ring in his words as well as ..love? No, Rogue thought stubbornly, the day I fall for a clown-head like him, is the day I wear pastels! The cool look in his eye that seemed to hint that he'd decided she was more trouble than she was worth hurt her more than his words. And Rogue dealt with hurt, the same way she did with everything else that made her miserable; lashing out.
"How DARE you imply that I'm self-centered! You hardly talked to me at ALL until the past week, then you shower me with affection and I'm supposed to be totally trusting!" Rogue said furiously, her hazel eyes flashing danger. But Bobby was far from having his say.
"Or maybe it's because you've NEVER been trusting. You always assume the minute someone is nice to you they're out to use you! Well, let me tell you something, maybe people are nice just BECAUSE. I don't suppose you'd ever buy a crazy idea like that huh?" Bobby said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No, because I wasn't born yesterday!" Rogue retorted, determined to win the argument. "The only reason you decided to pursue me is because I was a challenge. I bet you thought, "Hmmm, let me go chat with that reclusive goth girl because I have NOTHING else to do!"
"That's really fair Rogue, make it out as if I'm some kind of airhead who doesn't even know what he wants!" Bobby bit out furiously.
"You ARE an airhead, you're about as serious as a clown at a Rodeo show!" Rogue said, regretting the words as she saw the hurt in Bobby's eyes. She'd gone too far. She didn't even know why she said those things, maybe it was a way to make sure he was furious with her and would never speak to her again. Then she could go back to the way she was, without all those mixed up emotions that came with being around him.
"You're right, I was an idiot to think that somebody could fix that enormous chip on your shoulder," Bobby said furiously. "I'm going downstairs before I say something I regret. Are you coming, or are you planning to starve to death?" he said, the heavy sarcasm back in his voice. Rogue faintly reflected his personality didn't come naturally with sarcasm, it was odd to hear it used so harshly against her.
Blinking back tears, she informed him coolly, "Suddenly, I've lost my appetite," and went into her room and slammed the door, tears already streaming down her face.
Rogue rubbed her head in frustration, as she found herself peeking into the hallways, wondering if she could go downstairs and get a salami sandwich without running into Bobby. She was starving, since she hadn't eaten since noon. Her stomach rumbled again. Rogue groaned. She'd risk it. It was better than going around sounding like a grizzly. Rogue stepped into the hallway, and quickly checked over her shoulder, but when she turned back, she found her face to face with Bobby.
"Great," Rogue muttered. "Just my luck." But as she said the words, she could feel her heart fluttering nervously as she found his blue eyes fixed on her.
"Yeah, really," Bobby retorted, but his eyes were softening as he looked at her.
"Well I'll just be out of your way," Rogue shot back, trying to cover up her quavering voice.
"No, wait," Bobby said desperately, holding out a hand.
"What?" Rogue asked uncertainly.
Bobby looked at her, and then back down at the floor. "Nothing," he mumbled.
"Fine," Rogue said, and pushed past him, aware of his eyes on her neck. "And you call ME immature," Rogue muttered under her breath, ready to go down the stairs.
"Excuse me?!" Bobby's incredulous voice sounded behind her, tinged with anger. "Yeah, avoiding me like the plague is SO mature, Rogue," Bobby said sarcastically. Rogue whirled to face him, the stressful events of the evening needing an outlet.
"I'm not avoiding you; it's not even worth my time!" Rogue retorted.
"Uh huh, sure. That's why you've been holed up in your room and sticking your head out every five minutes!" Bobby shot back, crossing his arms in front of him. Rogue was mortified. He'd SEEN that?
"What are you, stalking me now? It wasn't enough that you locked me in that .that CAVE, but you have to keep tabs on everything I do?" Rogue snapped. Bobby's eyes were blue fire as he stared back at her.
"Get over yourself, Rogue. The world doesn't revolve around you! I'd never make the mistake of being nice to you and showing I care, twice in one day!"
Rogue was choked with an odd feeling of hot indignation as she heard some truth ring in his words as well as ..love? No, Rogue thought stubbornly, the day I fall for a clown-head like him, is the day I wear pastels! The cool look in his eye that seemed to hint that he'd decided she was more trouble than she was worth hurt her more than his words. And Rogue dealt with hurt, the same way she did with everything else that made her miserable; lashing out.
"How DARE you imply that I'm self-centered! You hardly talked to me at ALL until the past week, then you shower me with affection and I'm supposed to be totally trusting!" Rogue said furiously, her hazel eyes flashing danger. But Bobby was far from having his say.
"Or maybe it's because you've NEVER been trusting. You always assume the minute someone is nice to you they're out to use you! Well, let me tell you something, maybe people are nice just BECAUSE. I don't suppose you'd ever buy a crazy idea like that huh?" Bobby said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No, because I wasn't born yesterday!" Rogue retorted, determined to win the argument. "The only reason you decided to pursue me is because I was a challenge. I bet you thought, "Hmmm, let me go chat with that reclusive goth girl because I have NOTHING else to do!"
"That's really fair Rogue, make it out as if I'm some kind of airhead who doesn't even know what he wants!" Bobby bit out furiously.
"You ARE an airhead, you're about as serious as a clown at a Rodeo show!" Rogue said, regretting the words as she saw the hurt in Bobby's eyes. She'd gone too far. She didn't even know why she said those things, maybe it was a way to make sure he was furious with her and would never speak to her again. Then she could go back to the way she was, without all those mixed up emotions that came with being around him.
"You're right, I was an idiot to think that somebody could fix that enormous chip on your shoulder," Bobby said furiously. "I'm going downstairs before I say something I regret. Are you coming, or are you planning to starve to death?" he said, the heavy sarcasm back in his voice. Rogue faintly reflected his personality didn't come naturally with sarcasm, it was odd to hear it used so harshly against her.
Blinking back tears, she informed him coolly, "Suddenly, I've lost my appetite," and went into her room and slammed the door, tears already streaming down her face.