From the Journal of Bobby Drake, aka The Iceman
Lorna just tried to kill me.
Ok, I guess she didn't "just" try to kill me – it happened a couple of hours ago. But she knocked everyone else out, too, so it's taken me a while to get back to my room and really think about it.
It happened at the wedding – no, not mine, I know it's been a while since I've written in here but it hasn't been THAT long. Lorna and Alex's, or at least it was supposed to be. I was there with Annie, the two "runners-up" putting forth some brave faces so everyone would think we were ok with the whole thing. I think she was hoping it would make Alex jealous, and she was right, it worked and he called off the wedding. Lucky her. So she and Alex are off to Paris, and I'm here. Alone, and nearly killed by my ex-girlfriend right after I told her I still loved her. Not that I do, but I thought it might get her to stop attacking Annie. Instead she laughed and tried to kill me. I think that's got to be a new low for me. Or maybe not; there was Marge who obliterated my existence on the timeline, after all. She didn't do it intentionally, though, so I think Lorna still wins the award.
I wondered if I'd die, anyway? Maybe I'd just turn to ice and break into little pieces. It's hard to say.
Anyway, back to Annie. I ran into her last night at the bar – she'd been invited to Lorna's bachelorette party, probably by Lorna who wanted to rub salt in the wound. Decided last minute she wasn't going in, so I told her she could sit with me. What was I doing there? Trying to get drunk enough to have an excuse for not going to the bachelor's party. For some reason I didn't feel like patting Alex on the back. Go fig.
We had a nice chat, though – she called me a homophobe and a racist, and I dumped all my problems out on her. Damn, it was a stupid thing to do, but I needed to talk to SOMEONE! She told me Jean-Paul is gay, too. Apparently I'm the only one around who didn't know this, and I feel like a real idiot, but I've been so wrapped up in this turning into an ice statue thing that I hadn't noticed. The first thing that popped into my head is the crack I made to him a while back about people getting hot and bothered about my taking my shirt off. It was just meant to be an excuse for getting Annie to examine me privately (that whole ice-in-the-chest thing, you know?), but I'm betting he thought I meant him, so I was ready to crawl under the table. That's how the whole "homophobe" argument started off –I was embarrassed as hell, and Annie took it the wrong way.
We got it straightened out, though, after I spilled my life story, and I got a kiss for my troubles, which was cool until I remembered she was mooning over Alex. Anyway, we talked about that too, and that's when we decided to make our appearances at the wedding together. Just as friends, but let people think whatever they wanted. Figured we'd at least have some good laughs over it later, once the rumor mill started running.
Except now she's off in Paris, and I'm here, and no one's laughing.
Especially not me.
As a side note, Hank came over to examine me after Annie tried to remove my head. Still didn't notice the ice.