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"Mixed emotions"

Conversations, Conversations, Conversations

Rogue sat sitting in front of her mirror speaking quietly so as not to disturb the others.

"It's three A.M. and I am already thinking about him! What am I going to do; we are going to the carnival in a day and I still haven't asked him."

She glanced to her door and noticed Scott (Cyclops, as some may know him as) standing there looking in.

"Haven't asked who what yet?" He looked perplexed at what she was talking about at three A.M. 'Should I tell him? Or does he know?' Thoughts like that ran through her head.

She got up went to her bed and sat down. "Never mind it Scott." She thought quickly to make conversation. "So, Scott, why are you up? Hope I didn't wake you." She added a soft, light laugh to show he was listening; Scott did too.

"No, it wasn't you, I just… you know, couldn't sleep?" he said sounding unsure.

"Scott, did you umm… well, you know how we're going to the carnival tomorrow? Well, would you go with me?" Before giving him a chance to answer she added, "On the rides: we don't have to hold hands or anything, but that way I have someone to, you know, go on stuff with."

He shifted slightly, walked over, and sat down next to her. She blushed and looked away thinking, 'that was stupid of me,' and, 'I should never have asked'. She was so lost she didn't hear him say yes.

"Did you hear me Rogue?" He stared for a moment. "Rogue?" He waved his hand in front of her face. "Are you in there?"

"Yeah, what was that Scott? I didn't hear you."

"I said yes." Then, looking at her clock, he mentioned, "We have a long day, ok? Get some sleep; it's three thirty-eight."

He got up and went to the door. "Uh, Scott?"

"Yeah, Rogue?"

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." He shut the door quietly. "YES!!" He looked, blew her a kiss, and turned to face a blue face. "Kurt! What …what are you doing up so late?"

"What are you doing up so late, hmmm… and in Rogue's dorm? The fuzzy one senses something," Kurt (Nightcrawler, the fuzzy one) smiled, "and the fuzzy one's always right. So, do you like her?"

"Who, Rogue? Well, you know, as a friend, and, uh.…"

"Scott, you don't have to lie to me. But you might have to lie to Jean because she's going to ask you to the carnival too; I can sense it."

"Kurt, don't tell anyone about this, especially Jean. She would get so annoyed that I didn't ask her."

"So, you asked Rogue? Go Scott, I thought she was going to ask you!"

"She did ask me." He nudged the floor with his sneaker. "I was going to ask her but she beat me to it."

"Well, that's good; ask her then."

"Ask her what? She asked me already."

"No, ask her… out, duh."

"I don't know about it."

"She'd say yes." Then Kurt vanished.

"Maybe I will."

***

Scott's alarm rang; he fidgeted and reached for his glasses. "Where'd they go?"

***

Rouge's phone rang as she started getting ready. "Hello?"

"Rogue…"

"Yes, Scott?"

"Good, you haven't left."

"No. Why?"

"I need your help," he sighed. "I can't open my eyes; you know why."

"Yes? So?"

"I can't find my glasses; I need your help, please?"

"I'll be right there."

"Thanks; bye Rogue."

"Bye." She put her shirt on and left, running down the hall. Knowing this was a pretty bad situation, she ran faster, running right through Kitty (Shadowcat).

"Rogue, slow down. If I didn't see you coming we would have collided. Rogue!?"

"Sorry, I am in a hurry," she called back to Kitty.

"I can see that. Where are you going?"'

"Scott's; he's in trouble; he asked me to help."

"What trouble?"

"He can't find his glasses; if he opens his eyes he will create a new window, if you get my drift, but if he hits the mirror it's 'bye Scott'!"

"Hurry Rogue!"

"BYE!!" the both said in unison.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Scotts room~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Where is she? It shouldn't take her this long."

"Here Scott! Sorry it took so long."

"Don't worry, just hurry! My eyes hurt; I need to open them!"

"Wait a few more seconds, Scott; here use this." She went through a draw and grabbed his X-men uniform eye ray restraint.

"Thanks Rogue, but I'd rather not stand up."

She looked at his bed, noticing he had changed before bed, but into what she was not sure of.

"That's fine Scott; I'll look."

She searched until she found them half an hour after she had started; they were under his bed, under some socks.

"Close your eyes," she said in a small voice.

"Alright; they're closed." He smiled.

She reached and slipped his shades on his eyes; sitting on his bed they stared into each others eyes. Though they had not noticed Jean staring from the door, she noticed them and ran down the hall.

"We're late for breakfast Rogue, you should hurry; I'll be there in a little."

"Scott, I won't have an alibi if you're not there."

"I'll tell them; don't worry." He reached for her hands, held them and kissed her on the cheek. "Go now!"

"Bye." She waved a hand as she left the room.

He walked down the steps and met up with Jean.

"Hello Scott." She looked furious.

"Hey Jean, is breakfast done already?"

"No, I was waiting for you!" She pointed a finger at his chest. "I want answers Scott!" He almost answered but she interrupted. "What were you and Rogue doing, really? She said some lame story and waited for you to back her up!" She was fuming now.

"What did she say?"

She repeated what had been said to the table and what happened.

"That was it; honest it was." He was getting scared that Jean had made him step back a couple of feet because of her pointing.

"Why HER? You could have called me! Why not me? Why HER!?"

"I don't know Jean, I just dialed; hers was the one I dialed; I needed help." Sweat was dripping down his neck; why was Jean so upset? Was Kurt right? Did she like him and that's why she was angry? Right then Professor Xavier rolled into the hall.

"Scott. It's nice of you to finally join us." He looked as angry as Jean was.

"We're coming professor."

"Good."

Jean and Scott made their way to the table, Jean sitting in-between Rogue and Scott.