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Chapter 3 helping some how

Rogue shivered. The snow glistened like diamonds, catching each ray of light. She started walking aimlessly, in awe of the beauty of the snow. She trudged through the banks of snow, wishing she could stay here forever. She tilted her head up, letting the suns rays caress her cheeks.

"Hey Rogue!!" She looked up. Scott! He was standing in the distance, waving at her, his red glasses reflecting the light. Rogue smiled and she plunged through the snow. He's so close! But the faster Rogue ran, the more distant he became.

"Scott!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, "SCOTT!"

"Come on Rogue!" he yelled back, sounding more and more distant, "Your going to have to run faster than that if you want to catch me. Why can't you run as fast as Jean?"

'I don't know why.'

"Scott! Scott please!"

"Come on Rogue. Come on....." Then his voice faded into the distance.

"Damn it!!" Rogue fell to her knees, sinking into the snow bank.

"Hia Rogue!" She looked up to Pietro, whose pale cheeks glowed red from the cold, "What are you doing in Antarctica?"

"Were not in Antarctica, Pietro," Rogue muttered, covering her face with her hands. She had been so close to Scott. If only she could run faster. If only she could run as fast as Jean can. Then she would be with Scott.

"Of course we are! Why do you think my Fruit Loops froze?" He laughed like and idiot. She looked up and saw Pietro holding a blue bowl of fruit loops, frozen solid with a spoon sticking out.

"Oh well, I'll eat it anyways." He pulled the chunk of ice and cereal out by the spoon, and started biting down on the ice, "We can harpoon us a couple penguins later!"

"Pietro! Why can't ya just leave meh alone?" Rogue yelled, struggling to her feet, "Ya thank that just because ya'r Magnetos son that ya are so incredibly special! Ya thank ya'r so smart. Ya thank ya'r so hot. WELL YA'R NOT!!!"

Rogue breathed harshly, panting from yelling.

Pietro looked at her thoughtfully. "Wanna bite?" He asked, offering his frozen cereal.

Rogue cried out in frustration, and tried to shove past him. He dropped his cereal Popsicle and stepped in her way.

"No way Roguey, not until we harpoon a penguin!! You promised!!" She swore at him and tried to shove past him again, but he stepped in her way again.

"Penguins don't barbeque themselves you know! Now stop being so selfish! We have children to think about!!"

'Children...penguins.... what?'

Rogues mind began to spin, feeling fuzzy. Suddenly the glowing snow began to whirl together, blinding her.

"Pietro...." she meant to scream it, but it came out in a sleepy whisper.

"Yeah?" his voice sounded so far away.

"Pietro.... Git.... git...."

"Get what?" he whispered, sounding amused.

"Git.... git...out of mah way!!" Rogues eyes flew open and her arms shot up, colliding with something solid. She rolled off of Pietro's lap, feeling stunned.

'What? Where did Antarctica go?'

She looked up, looking at Pietro who was rubbing his jaw.

"Why you do that??" he demanded accusingly.

"Ah...well...ya are a pervert! How dare ya!! When Ah'm sleeping!" Rogue felt a blush creep onto her face.

'Oh god, what if Ah slept talked about Scott?'

Pietro scrambled to his feet, "Well, you've gone suicidal! What the hell were you thinking? It's freezing outside! And you just prance all around with out a coat!"

"Since when do ya care about mah well being?" She demanded, getting in his face.

"Since you...never." He hurried the 'never' into his sentence, making Rogue feel like that was not what he was going to say at all.

"Whateva," she muttered, bending down to pick up her small backpack.

"Where are you going?" Pietro asked.

"To Antarctica ya idiot!!" She exclaimed sarcastically, shoving past him.

"Wait!" he called after her, "Are you running away?"

"Yes!"

He was in front of her in an instant. "Are you crazy? You can't just pick up and leave!"

"Watch meh," she snarled.

"No, I wont." He quickly snatched her backpack, grinning devilishly.

"PIETRO! Give it-"

"You have to catch me first, don't you?" He pranced out of her reach.

"Ah'm warning ya..." In a rush of wind, he was gone.

'Where did he.... Ah'll kill him. Ah will kill that little-'

"I'm back." He announced cheerfully, the sudden rush of wind knocking Rogue to the ground.

"From where?" she asked, looking up at him.

"My place," he offered her a hand to help her up, but she knocked it out of the way.

"Why?

"Here's the dealy-o." Pietro put on a professional expression, "Your stuff is at the brotherhood house."

'Why oh why did he do that?'

"So, the way I see it, you've got two options." He grinned at her, "Come home with me..... or face your little friends."

'Damn him.'

Rogue glared at him, "Ah don't need that-"

"Rogue, you might be reckless, but I know you're not stupid." Then he was gone.

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Knock

Knock

Knock.

Rogue rubbed her numb arms with her hands, her breath escaping her lips as steam. She peeked in the grimy windows, trying to see inside. The door creaked open.

"Why, look whose here! And she's peeping!" Pietro laughed.

"Shut up. Ah'm here for mah stuff."

"Oh really?" He stepped out of her way, allowing her inside. She shoved past him, pushing him roughly.

"Oh, what a charming houseguest," he said sarcastically, shutting the door behind him.

The boarding house was exactly how she remembered it. The curtains were torn, and the carpet was so grimy, you would never have guessed its original color was white. The sofa looked like a survivor of an atomic bomb, and television had a huge crack down the middle.

'Home sweet home.'

"Where's mah backpack?" Rogue asked, after gazing around the room.

"Follow me!" Pietro led her into the kitchen.

"Sit sit," he chirped, pulling out a chair with only three legs.

"How am Ah supposed ta sit in a chair with three legs?" Rogue asked critically.

"You have to distribute your weight on the three legs. Or you'll fall over and bash your head open."

'That's so comforting.'

Rogue sat carefully on the chair, feeling very unsteady. Pietro busled around the kitchen doing something.

"Here!" he set a bowl near Rogue, and dumped some colorful cereal into it.

Rogue arched an eyebrow, "I'm not-"

"And the milk," he poured in the milk, sloshing it all over the table,

"Oppsie."

Rogue was actually very hungry, and the cereal did look good...

"You got a spoon, Silver?"

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StArRy1233- yay! Another chapter done! I want to keep the characters in character, and I don't think Rogue opens up to people very easily, so I'm making her act very difficult.

If you like this chapter, be sure to go on and read my other Evo story.

Well, on to you HollyPotter!

(StArRy1233 signing off)