Like A Moth To A Flame
Author's Note: Wow, got the inspiration from Wheatus, the song "Teenage Dirtbag". Its awesome! A break from things
Summary: Ryro! Woohoo! Basically, St. John just contemplates about a certain Gothic chick.
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Humorous Interlude!
St. John laid in his bed, wincing as his bruised body tried to heal itself. The fight with Remy took longer than he had anticipated, but went through it anyway. The X-Men had interrupted them before any more damage was done, but it disappointed him that he wouldn't be able to keep his Rogue from that prick.
Turning on his stereo, he popped in an old rock CD he had burned off the Internet. As soon as he heard the beginning of one song, be suddenly had the urge to sing.
Her name is Rogue-elle
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell
I got training in half an hour
Oh how she rocks
In mesh and black socks
But she doesn't know who I am
And she doesn't give a damn about me
He knew it wasn't the truth, but her rejection had cut him deeply. Though, he wasn't about to give up just because she had pushed him away.
Cause I'm just a teenage dirt-bag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirt-bag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me
'If she didn't care... she wouldn't have been worried for m' safety' he thought.
Gambit's a prick
And he brings charged cards to school
And he'd simply kick
My ass since knew the truth
He lives on my block
And he rides and I walk
But he doesn't know care I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
St. John decided to belt out the chorus after that verse. His anger was consuming him, but he didn't really give a damn. He loved Rogue, and he wasn't about to let some liquor-named, psychopath take her away from him.
Cause I'm just a teenage dirt-bag baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirt-bag baby
Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin'
Yeeah dirtbag, no she doesn't know what she's missin'
His anger was leaving, and he began to think about Rogue once more. He hadn't seen her during the fight, and Remy's constant bragging didn't help his situation any more than the leader of the X-Men did.
Man I feel like mold
It's Friday and I am lonely
Low and behold
She's walking over to me
This must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am
And why does she give a damn about me?
He was about to turn off the stereo, but he heard a feminine voice singing from outside his room.
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe
I'm just a teenage dirt-bag baby like you
"Rogue?"
He took a deep breath, and opened the doors. The smile on his face disappeared as he sent a huge flaming lion towards a screaming Pietro.
Yeeah dirt-bag, no she doesn't know what she's missin'
Yeeah dirt-bag, no she doesn't know what she's missin'
"Come back 'ere y' little brat!" St. John roared, laughing maniacally as Pietro screamed like a girl, running down the street.
"Is this any way to treat your informant?!" Pietro screamed, not wanting to stop anytime soon.
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Author's Note: lol I love that song.... short, but the 'real' chapter will be up soon!
TBC