Author's Note: Another chappy done. Poor Rogue is very lost after her date. This is a little bit of a filler chappy with Betsy and Rogue gossip in their room. There's a surprise cameo by a father figure but a lack of Gambit. Sorry. They will be reunited relatively soon and maybe they'll be able to admit their feelings for a change. Hehe. Who knows?? To clear up stuff from last chapter, Remy and Lorna didn't end up sleeping together. Betsy interrupted them and then Remy kicked her out. There'll be more about that soon too. Okay, thanks to all my loyal reviewers. Without y'all, I wouldn't have posted this before Friday. Enjoy the next installment. Adios.

Best Friends?

by, Caliente

Chapter 7 – Confusion

Rogue tiptoed quietly into her room and flipped on the lamp. In the warm glow, Rogue could just make out the alarm clock on her bedside, and saw that it read 12:27. She quickly slipped into her pajamas and turned to switch off the light.

"One piece of advice luv," Betsy's voice intruded her thoughts. "If you want to sneak around a telepath, don't project your thoughts."

"Oops," Rogue offered. She sighed. "Ah'm just so confused."

"I know," Betsy soothed. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Why do Ah always have the complicated love life?" Rogue asked, changing the subject. "Ah mean, ya date too. A multi-millionaire at that. It's not fair." She sighed again.

"Can't honestly say luv," the Brit answered. "But I think I can help you just the same. That is, if you tell me the problem."

"Ah thank ya know the problem," Rogue replied. "The date. It was great. Ah had a blast. We went ta a casual café an' then we went ta a movie. It was really fun but… I don't know. Everythin's so messed up." Rogue wanted to say more but she couldn't find the words.

"And you're just getting home now?" Betsy smoothly changed the subject, sensing her friends discomfort.

"Not really, we got back around 10:30," Rogue corrected. "But Ah decided ta go fo' a walk ta think."

Betsy knew there was more, but she didn't want to pry telepathically so she patiently prodded instead. "So, what happened on this walk to make you so upset?"

"Nothin'," the Southerner responded evasively. Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Just did some talkin'."

"With who? Joseph? Gambit?" asked the confused telepath.

"No," her voice was barely audible. "Logan."

Betsy blanched in shock. "Really?" she choked out in shock. Rogue smirked knowing that she had surprised a telepath. "So, what happened?"

Rogue looked at her friend and closed her eyes thinking back to a few hours before.

~*~*~*Flashback*~*~*~

Rogue was walking through the forest that surrounds the Xavier estate. She paused looking up through the branches of the trees. She could see the stars twinkling in the dark sky. Rogue pulled her puffy dark green jacket tighter. Rogue smiled slightly as she felt the warm breeze brush past her. It reminded her of nights in Mississippi River. God she missed home sometimes. She heard a rustling noise and recognized the familiar stench of cigars and alcohol. "Hey Logan," she addressed the older man behind her without turning around.

"Hey darlin'," he replied. Logan walked up behind her and slowly spun her around to face him. He stared at her with an intensity that gave her the impression he was looking right through her.

Rogue felt herself tense slightly under his scrupulous gaze. Rogue finally spoke up, "What're ya doin' out heah so late? Ah feel like every time Ah try ta get away from it all there's somebody followin' meh. Though it's usually the Cajun."

Logan gestured to his cigar as an answer to her question. "Gambit is a determined one," Logan agreed. "And I could ask you the same thing. It's after yer curfew."

"Ah can look out fo' myself, thank ya very much," Rogue stated indignantly.

Logan chuckled. "I know. But you shouldn't have to."

"If I don't, who will?" she asked him quietly.

"I'll always look out for you Rogue," Logan told her in a comforting tone. "And I'm not the only one. The Cajun cares about ya. Maybe you would see that if you stopped running from him."

"Ah'm not runnin'," Rogue cried angrily. He had definitely hit a sore spot. She glared at him for a long moment before continuing through clenched teeth. "He's a playboy. We're friends. Why can't anybody get that through their thick heads? Ain't nothin' more too it."

"That's because you won't let it be more," Logan stated plainly. "Yer running from him. Never letting him get too close. You may be able to fool most of them but not me. Yer afraid of getting' hurt."

Rogue's eyes flashed with anger and sadness. "An' what would ya know about it?" she snapped back.

Logan looked down into her eyes and sighed, "'Cause I'm the same way darlin'."

Rogue frowned. "So what do ya propose we do?"

"Well I know what you should do," Logan responded. "Let him in. Slowly. Learn to trust."

~*~*~*End Flashback*~*~*~

"Oh," was all Betsy could manage after seeing the scene projected at her. "So what're you going to do, luv?"

"Ah have no idea, sugah" Rogue admitted before crashing onto her bed. "Think Ah'll sleep on it."

"Good idea," Betsy agreed with a small smile. She switched off the lamp. "'Night, luv."

"'Night, sugah," her roommate replied.

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