Still Holding Out For You
By Lady Trunks
Part 5

Rogue surveyed the lunchroom crowd looking for a certain face among all the students. She finally made out the familiar site of silver hair and made her way towards it a little anxiously. Despite her conversation with Kitty, she couldn't help but be a little apprehensive that Pietro might be angry with her. The thought was quickly dispelled at his welcoming grin as she came up beside him.

"Your lunch." He said with a smile revealing two trays of food from KFC. It had become a habit for the two that everyday Pietro would go and get them lunch out since neither of them were fond of cafeteria food. Despite all the protests (and some whining) from the others, Pietro absolutely refused to get food for anyone else, saying that he wasn't a delivery boy.

"Trade you my breast for your thigh?" She asked him, which invoked a wicked smile from him.

"Would you like to rephrase that?"

Rogue glowered at him rolling her eyes, which only caused him to laugh. "Fine then. I'll keep it."

"No, no. You can have my thigh anytime." Rogue seriously considered throwing the aforementioned thigh at him but decided against it at the last second. No sense wasting good food. Before Rogue could come up with some suitable way to repay Pietro's 'generosity' (the most likely consisting of bodily harm with a spork) Todd and Fred came into the lunchroom and sat at their table. Soon Kurt, Kitty, and Lance joined them as well.

"You got KFC? No fair!" Todd whined. "It's not like it would hurt you to pick up an extra bucket of chicken or anything."

"It's not going to happen!" Pietro said firmly in response. "There is no way I'm playing delivery boy for you shmucks."

"You always get some for Rogue!" Freddy said, joining in.

"That's different." Pietro said.

The conversation with Kitty and Jean still fresh in her mind, Rogue gave Todd a piece of her chicken to stave off farther delving into the subject.

"Hey! Why did Todd get some chicken and I didn't?" Fred complained loudly.

"Oh, fine then. You can have my coleslaw." Rogue said in exasperation.

"Mmm, those potatoes…"

"Don't even think about it!" Rogue glared at him for even thinking of suggesting such an idea, incomplete though the sentence was.

Pietro laughed in response. "Don't even try to come between Roguey and her potatoes and gravy. She's liable to attack in defense."

"You're exaggerating, Piety." She said, taking a bite of the potatoes, while maintaining a glare on anyone suspected of having thoughts about stealing them. The conversation turned to other things as lunch progressed and soon Rogue found to her supreme disappointment that all of her wonderful potatoes were gone. With a devious look at the boy setting beside her, who seemed completely focused on the conversation with Kurt quickly took her fork and snagged some of his. When she was done and she was sure she got away with it, she did the same thing again, systematically picking off (eating) his mashed potatoes.

"I saw that," He said.

"What ever are you talking about?" She said innocently, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Don't even try to play all innocent with me, you potato thief. You should feel ashamed!"

Rogue pouted and got an expression on her face like she was a puppy that had just been abandoned. "All I wanted was some potatoes… Is that to much to ask for?"

Pietro, though well acquainted with the look, found himself unable to withstand its immense power. "I knew this would happen." He said with a sigh. "It always does. That's why…" He made a grand flourish and proceeded to pull out an extra container of mashed potatoes and gravy. "I got extra."

An expression appeared on Rogue's face that could best be compared to a child on Christmas morning. She impulsively gave him a hug before eagerly tearing off the lid and eating some. "And that's why you are my very bestestest friend!"

"Glad to know that I'm good for something," Pietro said, sarcasm heavy in his voice though he wore a grin.

When Kitty was sure that Pietro's attention was once again occupied she leaned over near the Goth and said softly so only she could hear, "Oh yeah. I don't, like, have any idea where they could come up with the idea that you to are a couple." The sarcasm was heavy enough to slice with Wolvie's claws, had he been present.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Rogue hissed at her lowly.

"He buys you lunch almost every day!"

"He doesn't actually buy it," Rogue replied with a slight smirk.

Kitty's eyes widened slightly before she forced herself back on track. "Be that as it may, you still have lunch together everyday, you just hugged him, and you too flirt constantly!"

"I DO NOT FLIRT!" Rogue ground out. "For the last time, we are friends! I don't want to have this conversation again."

Kitty snorted in response. "And we thought Scott and Jean were dense." Luckily for her, Rogue was no longer paying attention.