Thank you to those reviewers who urged me to keep writing this. Thank you
muchly. Danke.
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Rogue POV
I know Jubilee thought I was stupid, sitting there waiting for him, but then, what was she doing? Only watching me! Now tell me who's stupid.
Anyway. It was a wet cold windy day and Logan had promised he'd be back today. I suppose he could have meant half eleven at night, but just in case, I'd been waiting since I'd got up at half seven. Sitting. Waiting. Alone with only my thoughts and Jubilee to keep me company.
By about ten I started to worry. By twelve I was starting to play "What If" with myself. What If he doesn't want to come back? What If he had a crash on his motorbike? It was raining a lot. So it quite likely that could happen. What If someone had kidnapped him? You don't know, it could happen. What If the motorbike broke down somewhere and he was stranded out in this weather? I wanted to voice my concerns to someone, but I knew whoever I spoke to would say, "Rogue, Logan can look after himself." And if I spoke to Bobby then he'd go off, all moody. Bobby is my sort-of boyfriend, since we sort-of go out.
What I actually did plan to do at one point was to sidle up to Ms Munroe and ask her if she could take me out in the X-Jet to find him. But I already knew she'd say no.
After a few hours of Rogue-Watching, Jubilee got bored and went off somewhere. I carried on watching. I did see someone coming up the path, but then I realised it was the mailman. Darn it.
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Rogue POV
I know Jubilee thought I was stupid, sitting there waiting for him, but then, what was she doing? Only watching me! Now tell me who's stupid.
Anyway. It was a wet cold windy day and Logan had promised he'd be back today. I suppose he could have meant half eleven at night, but just in case, I'd been waiting since I'd got up at half seven. Sitting. Waiting. Alone with only my thoughts and Jubilee to keep me company.
By about ten I started to worry. By twelve I was starting to play "What If" with myself. What If he doesn't want to come back? What If he had a crash on his motorbike? It was raining a lot. So it quite likely that could happen. What If someone had kidnapped him? You don't know, it could happen. What If the motorbike broke down somewhere and he was stranded out in this weather? I wanted to voice my concerns to someone, but I knew whoever I spoke to would say, "Rogue, Logan can look after himself." And if I spoke to Bobby then he'd go off, all moody. Bobby is my sort-of boyfriend, since we sort-of go out.
What I actually did plan to do at one point was to sidle up to Ms Munroe and ask her if she could take me out in the X-Jet to find him. But I already knew she'd say no.
After a few hours of Rogue-Watching, Jubilee got bored and went off somewhere. I carried on watching. I did see someone coming up the path, but then I realised it was the mailman. Darn it.