I still don't own x-men. Damn.
Weeks passed and Rogue hadn't heard from Pyro, except the occasional email. She had been in London about a month and had changed quite a bit. Her hair was now down to her shoulders and she had black tips, but still had the same platinum streaks in the front.
She only went out once or twice a week after Pyro's warning, but she still hung out with her friends at the clubs. One particular evening, a young gentleman came and talked to her.
"'Ello, I'm Brandon," said the shaggy haired man, with an extremely sexy British accent. His brown eyes were so beautiful, so incredible that rogue couldn't help but stare.
"Ah'm Rogue," she finally said.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Sure," she responded as he ordered the drink. "So Brandon, what do ya do?"
"I'm still in school, majoring in Business. And yourself?"
"Ah'm actually taking a vacation. A very long vacation."
"I 'ope you like your stay. London's a beautiful city. I 'ate to do this, but I 'ave to go. Do you think I could 'ave your number?"
"Of course, she said, writing her number down and handing it to him.
"Thank you, Rogue," he said paying the bar tab and leaving.
"Nice talkin' ta ya," she said, as he walked out the door. She turned back around and continued with her drink.
"I don't like him, luv. He's too nosey," came the familiar Aussie voice.
"John! How long were ya there?" she said, startled.
"A while. You do realize what he wants from you, right?"
"You're jealous! It's not like anything will happen," she said defensively.
"I'm not jealous, luv," he said calmly. "If I wanted you I'd have you by now."
"You cocky son-of-a-"
"Hey! Language, luv," he scolded her.
"Now what brings you here? Other than ta annoy me?
"Something bout Mystique has come up. She's planning on abducting you."
"Oh really?" she said sarcastically. "And when will this event take place?"
"Uh tonight actually. And you just gave her your phone number, so she can look you up now."
"What!? Are ya kiddin' me? Ah can't go home now," she said panicking.
"Come to my place. I'll hide you."
"No! Rogue wait!" came a second Pyro, who stood next to the first.
"Oh Gawd. Which one is real? Uh, Ah know! What's mah real name?" she asked.
"Marie," the first Pyro said.
"Roguey," said the new Pyro.
"Let's go," she said grabbing the second Pyro and he led them out of the club.
"Marie? That's the big secret name?" John said laughing.
"Laugh it up, asshole. So how did ya know where Ah was?" she asked.
"If I told you, you'd kill me."
"Oh come on, ah won't get mad. Ah swear."
"I was following you," he said, bracing himself for her fury.
"Why?" she said, more curious than angry."
"Because I'm worried about you. I always am," he said honestly. They were in his apartment now.
"Thanks. For caring so much. No one's ever cared that much."
"The X-Men would have done the same."
"They aren't here now, are they?" she said.
*who said that I wasn't right?
I've lived for years without a life
don't have a soul on my side
still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
don't take me under your wing
I don't need a hand, don't need anything
I've got a roof over my head
as if I'd rather be alone with me instead
close yet far
drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me
though I never never never ever wanted this to be (Close yet far-CKY)*
"Ya know Ah should go," she continued.
"Mystique will find you," John said trying to stop her from leaving.
"Alright, I'll just sleep on your couch."
"No, you take my bed; I'll sleep on the couch Marie."
"Don't call me Marie," she yelled as he left her in the bedroom.
The next day, Rogue went out into the living room to find John totally passed out on the couch. She decided to quietly make breakfast. It was the least she could do for him. When she finished with it, she woke up the lazy pyromaniac.
"You made me breakfast in bed? Thanks, luv," John said, incredibly pleased. "You know, I was thinking, you probably shouldn't go back to that apartment."
"Where do ya expect me ta stay?" Rogue questioned.
"I have an extra mattress in storage. We could set up another bed and you could stay here. I'm just worried about you alone in that apartment."
"Yeah, Ah know ya are. Alright fine. I'll stay here. But none of the X-Men can know. They might think it's weird."
"Alright. Well we better go get your stuff," he said. They finished their breakfast and went over to Rogue's place and packed up her belongings. Rogue turned in her room key and she and John left.
Back at John's apartment, they moved his dresser out into the living room and pushed his bed up against the far wall to make room for the second bed. When both beds were arranged, they discovered enough room to bring the dresser back in. Most of the drawers were empty in it, since most of his clothes were scattered across the apartment. Rogue unpacked the rest of her stuff, using most of the empty dresser drawers. After all of the work they put into the apartment, both soon passed out on the couch, subconsciously holding each other.
*Woo! New chapter! I like this one. I hope you do! Yay! Let me know if you don't like something! I have the power to change it! I'm this story's God. Wow I'm getting over-excited. Reviews: EternalStarlight, FreakyXGoth, Dark Jaded Rose, DemonRogue13- thanks for your reviews! You all rock. I'm sorry if I missed you review. Bad me *slaps hand*. Oh yeah and if you don't get why I have random song lyrics, they are the songs I was listening to when I wrote the specific parts and they just related to my story so I threw them it. If I'm confusing you, just ignore me! Bye all. ~The Immortal
Weeks passed and Rogue hadn't heard from Pyro, except the occasional email. She had been in London about a month and had changed quite a bit. Her hair was now down to her shoulders and she had black tips, but still had the same platinum streaks in the front.
She only went out once or twice a week after Pyro's warning, but she still hung out with her friends at the clubs. One particular evening, a young gentleman came and talked to her.
"'Ello, I'm Brandon," said the shaggy haired man, with an extremely sexy British accent. His brown eyes were so beautiful, so incredible that rogue couldn't help but stare.
"Ah'm Rogue," she finally said.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.
"Sure," she responded as he ordered the drink. "So Brandon, what do ya do?"
"I'm still in school, majoring in Business. And yourself?"
"Ah'm actually taking a vacation. A very long vacation."
"I 'ope you like your stay. London's a beautiful city. I 'ate to do this, but I 'ave to go. Do you think I could 'ave your number?"
"Of course, she said, writing her number down and handing it to him.
"Thank you, Rogue," he said paying the bar tab and leaving.
"Nice talkin' ta ya," she said, as he walked out the door. She turned back around and continued with her drink.
"I don't like him, luv. He's too nosey," came the familiar Aussie voice.
"John! How long were ya there?" she said, startled.
"A while. You do realize what he wants from you, right?"
"You're jealous! It's not like anything will happen," she said defensively.
"I'm not jealous, luv," he said calmly. "If I wanted you I'd have you by now."
"You cocky son-of-a-"
"Hey! Language, luv," he scolded her.
"Now what brings you here? Other than ta annoy me?
"Something bout Mystique has come up. She's planning on abducting you."
"Oh really?" she said sarcastically. "And when will this event take place?"
"Uh tonight actually. And you just gave her your phone number, so she can look you up now."
"What!? Are ya kiddin' me? Ah can't go home now," she said panicking.
"Come to my place. I'll hide you."
"No! Rogue wait!" came a second Pyro, who stood next to the first.
"Oh Gawd. Which one is real? Uh, Ah know! What's mah real name?" she asked.
"Marie," the first Pyro said.
"Roguey," said the new Pyro.
"Let's go," she said grabbing the second Pyro and he led them out of the club.
"Marie? That's the big secret name?" John said laughing.
"Laugh it up, asshole. So how did ya know where Ah was?" she asked.
"If I told you, you'd kill me."
"Oh come on, ah won't get mad. Ah swear."
"I was following you," he said, bracing himself for her fury.
"Why?" she said, more curious than angry."
"Because I'm worried about you. I always am," he said honestly. They were in his apartment now.
"Thanks. For caring so much. No one's ever cared that much."
"The X-Men would have done the same."
"They aren't here now, are they?" she said.
*who said that I wasn't right?
I've lived for years without a life
don't have a soul on my side
still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
don't take me under your wing
I don't need a hand, don't need anything
I've got a roof over my head
as if I'd rather be alone with me instead
close yet far
drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me
though I never never never ever wanted this to be (Close yet far-CKY)*
"Ya know Ah should go," she continued.
"Mystique will find you," John said trying to stop her from leaving.
"Alright, I'll just sleep on your couch."
"No, you take my bed; I'll sleep on the couch Marie."
"Don't call me Marie," she yelled as he left her in the bedroom.
The next day, Rogue went out into the living room to find John totally passed out on the couch. She decided to quietly make breakfast. It was the least she could do for him. When she finished with it, she woke up the lazy pyromaniac.
"You made me breakfast in bed? Thanks, luv," John said, incredibly pleased. "You know, I was thinking, you probably shouldn't go back to that apartment."
"Where do ya expect me ta stay?" Rogue questioned.
"I have an extra mattress in storage. We could set up another bed and you could stay here. I'm just worried about you alone in that apartment."
"Yeah, Ah know ya are. Alright fine. I'll stay here. But none of the X-Men can know. They might think it's weird."
"Alright. Well we better go get your stuff," he said. They finished their breakfast and went over to Rogue's place and packed up her belongings. Rogue turned in her room key and she and John left.
Back at John's apartment, they moved his dresser out into the living room and pushed his bed up against the far wall to make room for the second bed. When both beds were arranged, they discovered enough room to bring the dresser back in. Most of the drawers were empty in it, since most of his clothes were scattered across the apartment. Rogue unpacked the rest of her stuff, using most of the empty dresser drawers. After all of the work they put into the apartment, both soon passed out on the couch, subconsciously holding each other.
*Woo! New chapter! I like this one. I hope you do! Yay! Let me know if you don't like something! I have the power to change it! I'm this story's God. Wow I'm getting over-excited. Reviews: EternalStarlight, FreakyXGoth, Dark Jaded Rose, DemonRogue13- thanks for your reviews! You all rock. I'm sorry if I missed you review. Bad me *slaps hand*. Oh yeah and if you don't get why I have random song lyrics, they are the songs I was listening to when I wrote the specific parts and they just related to my story so I threw them it. If I'm confusing you, just ignore me! Bye all. ~The Immortal