Marie's POV
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When I woke, the sun was up and I was alone. It stung for a second, knowing he had left again but then I remembered his offer. I could either stay here and never see Pyro again or I could go with him tonight. But Magneto would be there, someone I'm not too fond of. I mean wouldn't anyone hate his guts if they were in my position just a while ago? When I was the one activating that stupid radioactive mutant thinge? But Logan could come with me. I dunno what I'm gonna do.
I get out of bed and there sits a small folded note with John's scribble writing on it. Ripping it open it says:
Marie,
Sorry I couldn't stay, Mystique and Toad were pretty much yelling to get me outta here. Didn't want to wake you so I couldn't say goodbye. So this is it, goodbye until tonight.
Love,
John
I felt somewhat better that he left a note saying goodbye but I still missed him. I don't think I really have a choice now do I?
Jumping in the shower, I'm thinking over my dilemma. Which is how to tell Logan I want to join with John. I'll bet anything he'll flip faster than when I had told him about Bobby. It should be interesting how I deal with this.
I finish my shower, dress and leave to the kitchen. It's after noon so no one'll be around or shouldn't be anyway. I grab a soda can and raid the fridge of cinnamon rolls from this morning's breakfast and sit down at the new island. This was the first thing to be finished since it was simpler than some of the construction that was still going on. Just as I finish Logan walks into the room. This day just wasn't starting out too well.
"Hey Logan," I greeted casually. If I act up too much or say too much or let him get too close he'll smell Pyro go guess something's wrong. I put some perfume on earlier to try to cover up John's smell. I hope it worked.
"Hey kid," he walks by and ruffles my hair. Usually I'd get him for that but I'm not gonna try my luck. I continue eating my cinnamon rolls and watch Logan out of the corner of my eye. He broke the silence as he got himself a beer out.
"Something's up kid, what's wrong?" Oh that's the wrong question to ask Logan, she thought silently. Swallowing the cinnamon bite, I've come up with a small yet feeble attempt at a plan.
"Did you have any late night visitors?" He seemed to stiffen for a second but regained his composure.
"Why'd you say that kid?" He takes a big swig of his beer, probably hoping it would help his situation. He's standing in front of me, head turned up and swigging the beer. This is gonna suck if I get soaked.
"Mystique came to visit me and I thought she said something about you." I ducked down behind the counter as he sprays the liquor all over my breakfast and the spot where I was sitting. Man, I thought liquor smelled before, it now smells nastier with it being in his mouth. "Ewww, gross Logan. Did you have to spray my breakfast?" I was enjoying my breakfast, well what small part I had anyway.
"Mystique visited you?" it looked like he was gonna pop a vein. I suppressed the smile, it would've got me in bigger trouble than I needed to be. I thought Kitty acted all pissy when I told her bad news, that's nothing compared.
"Yea, she said something about you sleeping in the nude or something. I didn't quite catch it." Oh, man John would've pissed in his pants laughing at how Logan changed from a chalky white to a tomato color in a matter of seconds. Hell, I'm sure the professor would even pay to see this!
"She... she what?" embarrassment gave way to curiosity. His gorgeous eyes bore into my simple ones, making me feel bad about lying to him. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
"Yea and something about you... well let's not go into detail here." It's rather fun to play with him, though he'll kill me for it later. Well I was kinda telling the truth, she had been there. Just not to visit me or talk about Logan. So it wasn't a white lie, it was a gray lie. "Yea, nothing your interested in." I walk back to the fridge and get more cinnamon rolls out since mine are ruined.
He grabbed my arm, man I must've touched a nerve or something cause he's all wanting to know everything. "What else did she say?" I can't lie if he's looking at my eyes! What'm I gonna do, what am I gonna do?!
"Ummm. I'm sworn to secrecy." His eyes went all jagged and angered, that's not working. "But you can ask her tonight." Well at least he's not angry anymore. He's let go of my arm, getting himself another beer and a rag to clean up the mess. I snatch my cinnamon rolls and after warming them up, I eat them as fast as humanly possible. He's not spraying this set, these are mine!
"Why are they stopping by tonight?" he says too casually. I know him better than he knows himself, that's way too casual. Mystique did see him last night! And I get to play the little lying match maker.
"Because." Damn I should've thought this through more! "Because John's coming to see me tonight." Well, I'm not lying but he still sprays his beer yet again. This time I'm by the microwave and he's guzzling by the island. Needless to say, he's gonna be cleaning it up on the windows too.
"WHAT!" he's gonna get everyone else in here, my last wish. I jumped over to him and cover his mouth, luckily I wore my leather riding gloves today.
"Shush Logan, they're gonna hear you." I guess he realized this meant a lot to me because he calmed himself down. I step back and sit on the counter, watching as he thought out his next question.
"What was he doing here last night Marie?" Oh, I'm in trouble. He called me by my first name, not a good sign. "And don't you answer until I've finished my beer," he says before downing the whole beer. I guess he had enough with spraying it all over the place.
"Well, ugh." I'm saved by Scott walking into the room. He looks Logan over with his red eyes, I guess their red, I've never seen them, then at me then finally at the windows. He says nothing as he walked over to the cinnamon rolls coated with alcohol and takes a bite. I'm so not gonna be the one telling him that those were pretty much in Logan's mouth.
"I thought you said you could hold your liquor Wolverine." Scott smirked as he turned around towards the fridge. Scott's been the one with witty banter since Jean's death. I guess it helps him out, but annoys the hell outta Logan. Before those two got into full witty banter mode, I escape out of there and head to John's room. No way I'm getting stuck in that mess again.
I get a rather unpleasant surprise as I open the door. Bobby's standing there, rummaging through Pyro's stuff. I've absorbed Wolverine's, Magneto's, and Pyro's skills and strengths so needless to say, I have a wicked temper.
"What the hell are you doing in John's stuff?" I explode. Dead man walking, that's all I gotta say.
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When I woke, the sun was up and I was alone. It stung for a second, knowing he had left again but then I remembered his offer. I could either stay here and never see Pyro again or I could go with him tonight. But Magneto would be there, someone I'm not too fond of. I mean wouldn't anyone hate his guts if they were in my position just a while ago? When I was the one activating that stupid radioactive mutant thinge? But Logan could come with me. I dunno what I'm gonna do.
I get out of bed and there sits a small folded note with John's scribble writing on it. Ripping it open it says:
Marie,
Sorry I couldn't stay, Mystique and Toad were pretty much yelling to get me outta here. Didn't want to wake you so I couldn't say goodbye. So this is it, goodbye until tonight.
Love,
John
I felt somewhat better that he left a note saying goodbye but I still missed him. I don't think I really have a choice now do I?
Jumping in the shower, I'm thinking over my dilemma. Which is how to tell Logan I want to join with John. I'll bet anything he'll flip faster than when I had told him about Bobby. It should be interesting how I deal with this.
I finish my shower, dress and leave to the kitchen. It's after noon so no one'll be around or shouldn't be anyway. I grab a soda can and raid the fridge of cinnamon rolls from this morning's breakfast and sit down at the new island. This was the first thing to be finished since it was simpler than some of the construction that was still going on. Just as I finish Logan walks into the room. This day just wasn't starting out too well.
"Hey Logan," I greeted casually. If I act up too much or say too much or let him get too close he'll smell Pyro go guess something's wrong. I put some perfume on earlier to try to cover up John's smell. I hope it worked.
"Hey kid," he walks by and ruffles my hair. Usually I'd get him for that but I'm not gonna try my luck. I continue eating my cinnamon rolls and watch Logan out of the corner of my eye. He broke the silence as he got himself a beer out.
"Something's up kid, what's wrong?" Oh that's the wrong question to ask Logan, she thought silently. Swallowing the cinnamon bite, I've come up with a small yet feeble attempt at a plan.
"Did you have any late night visitors?" He seemed to stiffen for a second but regained his composure.
"Why'd you say that kid?" He takes a big swig of his beer, probably hoping it would help his situation. He's standing in front of me, head turned up and swigging the beer. This is gonna suck if I get soaked.
"Mystique came to visit me and I thought she said something about you." I ducked down behind the counter as he sprays the liquor all over my breakfast and the spot where I was sitting. Man, I thought liquor smelled before, it now smells nastier with it being in his mouth. "Ewww, gross Logan. Did you have to spray my breakfast?" I was enjoying my breakfast, well what small part I had anyway.
"Mystique visited you?" it looked like he was gonna pop a vein. I suppressed the smile, it would've got me in bigger trouble than I needed to be. I thought Kitty acted all pissy when I told her bad news, that's nothing compared.
"Yea, she said something about you sleeping in the nude or something. I didn't quite catch it." Oh, man John would've pissed in his pants laughing at how Logan changed from a chalky white to a tomato color in a matter of seconds. Hell, I'm sure the professor would even pay to see this!
"She... she what?" embarrassment gave way to curiosity. His gorgeous eyes bore into my simple ones, making me feel bad about lying to him. But hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
"Yea and something about you... well let's not go into detail here." It's rather fun to play with him, though he'll kill me for it later. Well I was kinda telling the truth, she had been there. Just not to visit me or talk about Logan. So it wasn't a white lie, it was a gray lie. "Yea, nothing your interested in." I walk back to the fridge and get more cinnamon rolls out since mine are ruined.
He grabbed my arm, man I must've touched a nerve or something cause he's all wanting to know everything. "What else did she say?" I can't lie if he's looking at my eyes! What'm I gonna do, what am I gonna do?!
"Ummm. I'm sworn to secrecy." His eyes went all jagged and angered, that's not working. "But you can ask her tonight." Well at least he's not angry anymore. He's let go of my arm, getting himself another beer and a rag to clean up the mess. I snatch my cinnamon rolls and after warming them up, I eat them as fast as humanly possible. He's not spraying this set, these are mine!
"Why are they stopping by tonight?" he says too casually. I know him better than he knows himself, that's way too casual. Mystique did see him last night! And I get to play the little lying match maker.
"Because." Damn I should've thought this through more! "Because John's coming to see me tonight." Well, I'm not lying but he still sprays his beer yet again. This time I'm by the microwave and he's guzzling by the island. Needless to say, he's gonna be cleaning it up on the windows too.
"WHAT!" he's gonna get everyone else in here, my last wish. I jumped over to him and cover his mouth, luckily I wore my leather riding gloves today.
"Shush Logan, they're gonna hear you." I guess he realized this meant a lot to me because he calmed himself down. I step back and sit on the counter, watching as he thought out his next question.
"What was he doing here last night Marie?" Oh, I'm in trouble. He called me by my first name, not a good sign. "And don't you answer until I've finished my beer," he says before downing the whole beer. I guess he had enough with spraying it all over the place.
"Well, ugh." I'm saved by Scott walking into the room. He looks Logan over with his red eyes, I guess their red, I've never seen them, then at me then finally at the windows. He says nothing as he walked over to the cinnamon rolls coated with alcohol and takes a bite. I'm so not gonna be the one telling him that those were pretty much in Logan's mouth.
"I thought you said you could hold your liquor Wolverine." Scott smirked as he turned around towards the fridge. Scott's been the one with witty banter since Jean's death. I guess it helps him out, but annoys the hell outta Logan. Before those two got into full witty banter mode, I escape out of there and head to John's room. No way I'm getting stuck in that mess again.
I get a rather unpleasant surprise as I open the door. Bobby's standing there, rummaging through Pyro's stuff. I've absorbed Wolverine's, Magneto's, and Pyro's skills and strengths so needless to say, I have a wicked temper.
"What the hell are you doing in John's stuff?" I explode. Dead man walking, that's all I gotta say.
