She was standing behind the oak desk, wearing her lovely red dress, which
radiated her more than ever. That white streak of hair was overwhelmingly
sexy in his eyes. But yet, he couldn't make his, for her heart belonged to
his best friend. Her name was Marie, but her true identity was Rogue. She
was beautiful young girl, with black hair and a streak of white given to
her by the infamous Magneto, a.k.a. Eric Lensher.
Pyro was never the one to portray his feelings in the open; he always kept
them inside, in fear of vulnerability. But this feeling was something
inexplicable. He couldn't quite contain it.
"Hey Pyro."
He heard a soft, gentle voice form behind him, and he wheeled around and
saw her angelic face.
"H-hi. How are you?"
"I'm good, but there's been something I want to tell you."
She moved in towards him, and he could count each of her eyelashes. She was
much too close.
