Meep! (Or 'Hi.') I just sat down one day, and started to type this up. Yes,
it is femslash, if you don't want to read, go away! This takes place right
after HeX Factor. Right now Rogue and Wanda are best friends. Told from
Rogue's point of view.
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I stare at the back of her head. My tongue darts out from between my lips. I lick them, wondering what hers taste like. I bet cherries.
"Rogue? Rogue!?" My head shoots up at the sound of the teacher's voice calling my name. "Wha'?" "Come up and do the problem on the board. I sigh, and stand up. I shuffle over to the board, and start to do the math problem, catching the occasional at her.
She's asleep, and I can't see her beautiful face. Damn.
I finish the problem, and sit back down. I look at the clock, and see only three minutes left of school.
The bell rings, and I gather my stuff. I stood up, and woke Wanda up. "'Ey, school's ova." She shoots up with surprise. "What!? Oh." She laughs lightly, and stands up.
"I hate math." I nod; I'll hate anything she hates.
She sighs, and walks to her locker. I follow. "Um, Rogue." "Wha'?" She looks at me, "your locker is across the school." I blush, and walk to my locker.
Am I that obsessed? The answer; yes.
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I walked home with Kurt that day. He's blabbing about something, and I'm thinking about Wanda. "Vouge!" He waved a hand in front of mine. "Oh, sorry Kurt." He shrugs, and keeps walking.
"'Ey, Kurt, Ah'm gonna go git somethin' t' eat, ya keep goin'." I walked away from him, and to Wanda's house.
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I slowly knock on the door, and Todd answers. "Um, hi Rogue?" He looks at me weird. "Hi, can I talk to Wanda?" He nods, "sugarlumpkins!" There was no answer. "Ah'll go up by myself Todd." I started to walk up the stairs.
I opened Wanda's door, and see her lying there. I walk over, and stare at the scene in front of me.
It wasn't real, I know it! There was Wanda, her throat slit open, and a piece if glass in her hand. I see a paper next to her, and pick it up.
To whoever reads this:
By now I should be dead. I have commited suicide because I'm not loved. Father said he loved me, LIER! The same with Pietro! I hate them all, that's why I'm gone. Maybe Satan will love me.
--- Wanda.
Tears spill down my cheeks. "Ah loved ya." I kiss her softly on the lips, they do taste like cherries.
I slowly stand, and run out the house. I miss her already.
-End-
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I stare at the back of her head. My tongue darts out from between my lips. I lick them, wondering what hers taste like. I bet cherries.
"Rogue? Rogue!?" My head shoots up at the sound of the teacher's voice calling my name. "Wha'?" "Come up and do the problem on the board. I sigh, and stand up. I shuffle over to the board, and start to do the math problem, catching the occasional at her.
She's asleep, and I can't see her beautiful face. Damn.
I finish the problem, and sit back down. I look at the clock, and see only three minutes left of school.
The bell rings, and I gather my stuff. I stood up, and woke Wanda up. "'Ey, school's ova." She shoots up with surprise. "What!? Oh." She laughs lightly, and stands up.
"I hate math." I nod; I'll hate anything she hates.
She sighs, and walks to her locker. I follow. "Um, Rogue." "Wha'?" She looks at me, "your locker is across the school." I blush, and walk to my locker.
Am I that obsessed? The answer; yes.
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I walked home with Kurt that day. He's blabbing about something, and I'm thinking about Wanda. "Vouge!" He waved a hand in front of mine. "Oh, sorry Kurt." He shrugs, and keeps walking.
"'Ey, Kurt, Ah'm gonna go git somethin' t' eat, ya keep goin'." I walked away from him, and to Wanda's house.
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I slowly knock on the door, and Todd answers. "Um, hi Rogue?" He looks at me weird. "Hi, can I talk to Wanda?" He nods, "sugarlumpkins!" There was no answer. "Ah'll go up by myself Todd." I started to walk up the stairs.
I opened Wanda's door, and see her lying there. I walk over, and stare at the scene in front of me.
It wasn't real, I know it! There was Wanda, her throat slit open, and a piece if glass in her hand. I see a paper next to her, and pick it up.
To whoever reads this:
By now I should be dead. I have commited suicide because I'm not loved. Father said he loved me, LIER! The same with Pietro! I hate them all, that's why I'm gone. Maybe Satan will love me.
--- Wanda.
Tears spill down my cheeks. "Ah loved ya." I kiss her softly on the lips, they do taste like cherries.
I slowly stand, and run out the house. I miss her already.
-End-
