Pleading to the porcelain goddess means vomiting in the toilet. It's just a fancy way to say it.

Rogue's POV

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I'm in the room that Bobby and Pyro once shared; it's vacant now. It's funny how one minute you think of him as the guy that'll never leave you and the next minute he's gone. You know those friends that'll be nothing more than friends. That's what I thought him to be. I wish I knew better.

It was him that sparked the friendship, not Bobby. In Miss. Munroe's class he made his fireball. That was the coolest, well I should say hottest, power I had ever seen. But Bobby had to ruin it with his ice powers. The power to create ice is cool sometimes but it gets annoying a lot. But it was cool how he made that rose out of ice.

After class, I said hi and he waved but that was it. John on the other hand, gave me a tour of the school and everything. He showed me where everything was from the bathrooms to the accommodations of each teacher and student. He took me in under his wing and taught me who I should avoid and who to not piss off. Everything was fine, until Bobby showed up.

Then something happened that I wouldn't understand until after John left. Bobby started warming up to me and John backed down. I didn't understand until after why he did this. Because John liked me. I started hanging out with Bobby more than John, my biggest mistake. Then when Mystique in Bobby's form told me the Professor was furious with me, I wanted to run to John. I looked for him but he wasn't around so I ran.

Then after we came back, John was instantly by my side, making sure I was ok. Bobby waited a little while before listening to my story and pleaded his case. I stupidly took him back and John stayed close. There was something John knew that I didn't about Bobby but I never asked him. I wish I did.

I came looking for him the night after John sided with the Brotherhood, something I will never do again. I walked down to their room, hoping Bobby wasn't sleeping. He wasn't.

As I walked by one of the many doors along the same wall of Bobby's, I heard sounds from inside. My heart stopped in mid-beat as I put my ear to the door. I was sick when I heard someone call out Bobby's name, an orgasm was evident in the voice. I ran back to my vacant room, everyone moved out when they found out about my powers, and ran into the bathroom. I pleaded my brains out to the porcelain goddess until Logan came in to check on me. All hell was pounding on the gates with immeasurable fury then.

Logan asked me what was wrong as he held my hair back. I spilled everything, my whole story. How John took care of me until Bobby started and I started dating to what I heard in the room. I cried in his shoulder, wishing John was here. When I finished, Logan said to stay in my room and he'd take care of it. He walked out and I stood in my doorway.

Hell's gates gave way the instant Logan walked out of my room.

He walked by the doors, already knowing which one it was without me telling him. He could hear them inside, that and he could smell Bobby in the room through the crack at the bottom. He silently tried the doorknob, it was locked. He kicked the door down and walked inside with his claws out. I heard a girl's scream before she ran out, covered in a blanket. The students poured out of their rooms then to crowd around in the dark room.

"You won't come near her, you won't even look or think about her! If you do so help me boy I will kill you." Logan's voice could barely be heard as he pounded into Bobby. I could hear it from where I was standing, that's how I knew Logan was beating him bad. When Logan came out, everyone stepped back and let him walk back to my room.

"If he comes near ya, you let me know got it kid?" I nodded, knowing I probably wouldn't have to. He stalked off then, probably to get a beer and let Xavier know Bobby wasn't exactly in the best of conditions. I went back into my room, crying. I wanted John back then. I wanted him really badly.

After that night, Bobby moved to the other side of the school, leaving the room empty. That brings me back to today. Tears are streaking their small path down my hollow cheeks. I stopped wearing layers of clothing then, just so that I can touch his things. I've been in this room every night since Bobby left it. I can feel John's presence in this room, more than anywhere else. It hurts every time I think about my choices. How I picked that jerk Bobby over Pyro.

I don't know when I curled up on John's bed but I did. I let his scent of matches, lighter fluid, and something that was just him, take over my senses. The soft feel of his comforter reminds me of how he could feel. I've wrapped myself in them by now, letting my mind imagine that it's him and not these possessions of his. Slowly I drift off to sleep with one last thing on my mind. I sort of thought of it like I was sending it to him.

John, when are you coming back to me?

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