NOTE: um.none I guess. Just a short Rogue chapter to move the plot along a
little!
Rogue watched Bobby go, and turned back to the rack of videos, shaking her head. Talk about the stuff of soap operas, Rogue thought wryly and yawned lightly. She was nothing but relieved that she had the house to herself. Jean was out with the rest of the planning committee, Jubes and Kitty were gone, and she was pretty sure Logan was in the garden talking with Storm. Which left her alone with some time to think.
Rogue lifted a large stack of possible movie choices and headed back over to the couch.
"Hey Rogue," Scott's voice called out.
Rogue jumped, dropping the videos and turned around, her face a bright red. "Um.hey, Scott. What's up?"
Scott gave her an amused look and cleared his throat. "Uh, is Jubilee here? I thought she needed a ride."
"She, um, found someone else to take her," Rogue replied, irritated at the way her voice seemed to continue fail her. Scott nodded and a lengthy silence stretched between them. Say something, Rogue ordered herself, frantically. But her mind simply refused to work.
Fortunately, Scott came up with something. "So, is something wrong with Bobby, he looked furious when I past him in the hall," Scott remarked sitting across from her. Rogue cleared her throat, grateful that he had broken the uncomfortable silence.
"I think it has something to do with Jubilee, I dunno. And it only got worse when Duncan stopped by," Rogue replied, rolling her eyes. Scott's head jerked up with surprise.
"Duncan was here?" Scott said incredulously.
"Well, yeah, he wanted to pick up-," Rogue started slowly.
"Jean, right? She told me she couldn't hang out with me because she had to work with the planning committees," Scott said angrily, interrupting Rogue in mid-sentence. Rogue swallowed hard.
"Well, actually-," Rogue started to correct him, but stopped. Would it really hurt to let Scott believe that Jean was with Duncan?
"Yeah?" Scott asked, looking up at her.
"Nothing," Rogue said, guiltily. "She's just totally ignored me these few weeks, pretending like she doesn't have anytime for anything because of the prom and the carnival. But she makes time for Duncan Matthews, resident moron of Bayville," Scott said with uncharacteristic bitterness. Rogue nodded sympathetically. Boy, between Scott and Bobby, Duncan is getting a lot of enemies, Rogue thought wryly.
"It's okay, I'm sure she doesn't mean it," Rogue interjected helpfully, still feeling guilty.
Scott smiled at her. "Thanks, sorry to dump on you like that. Jean put me in charge of decorations for the prom and I don't really feel like doing it alone. It's making me irritable, I guess."
This is it, Rogue thought excitedly. "Um, well I can help you with that. I uh.like decorating," Rogue blurted out.
"You like decorating?" Scott repeated, surprise creasing his handsome features. Rogue could have bitten her tongue off. The last time someone had put her in a room with streamers and a staple gun, it had ended in disaster. But the thought of spending all that time with Scott...
"Yeah, it's..it's a hobby of mine! We could start tomorrow morning," Rogue proposed, wondering how many lies she would end up telling by the end of the day.
"Great! Thanks, Rogue. You're a lifesaver," Scott said gratefully. "I really owe you one," Scott said seriously, standing up. Rogue couldn't help grinning.
"No problem, I'll seeya tomorrow I guess," Rogue said quickly, feeling ridiculous all of a sudden.
"Okay, thanks again Rogue!" Scott said smiling, and turned to retreat down the hall. Rogue fell back down on the soft cushion and sighed. Finally, things were looking up.
Rogue watched Bobby go, and turned back to the rack of videos, shaking her head. Talk about the stuff of soap operas, Rogue thought wryly and yawned lightly. She was nothing but relieved that she had the house to herself. Jean was out with the rest of the planning committee, Jubes and Kitty were gone, and she was pretty sure Logan was in the garden talking with Storm. Which left her alone with some time to think.
Rogue lifted a large stack of possible movie choices and headed back over to the couch.
"Hey Rogue," Scott's voice called out.
Rogue jumped, dropping the videos and turned around, her face a bright red. "Um.hey, Scott. What's up?"
Scott gave her an amused look and cleared his throat. "Uh, is Jubilee here? I thought she needed a ride."
"She, um, found someone else to take her," Rogue replied, irritated at the way her voice seemed to continue fail her. Scott nodded and a lengthy silence stretched between them. Say something, Rogue ordered herself, frantically. But her mind simply refused to work.
Fortunately, Scott came up with something. "So, is something wrong with Bobby, he looked furious when I past him in the hall," Scott remarked sitting across from her. Rogue cleared her throat, grateful that he had broken the uncomfortable silence.
"I think it has something to do with Jubilee, I dunno. And it only got worse when Duncan stopped by," Rogue replied, rolling her eyes. Scott's head jerked up with surprise.
"Duncan was here?" Scott said incredulously.
"Well, yeah, he wanted to pick up-," Rogue started slowly.
"Jean, right? She told me she couldn't hang out with me because she had to work with the planning committees," Scott said angrily, interrupting Rogue in mid-sentence. Rogue swallowed hard.
"Well, actually-," Rogue started to correct him, but stopped. Would it really hurt to let Scott believe that Jean was with Duncan?
"Yeah?" Scott asked, looking up at her.
"Nothing," Rogue said, guiltily. "She's just totally ignored me these few weeks, pretending like she doesn't have anytime for anything because of the prom and the carnival. But she makes time for Duncan Matthews, resident moron of Bayville," Scott said with uncharacteristic bitterness. Rogue nodded sympathetically. Boy, between Scott and Bobby, Duncan is getting a lot of enemies, Rogue thought wryly.
"It's okay, I'm sure she doesn't mean it," Rogue interjected helpfully, still feeling guilty.
Scott smiled at her. "Thanks, sorry to dump on you like that. Jean put me in charge of decorations for the prom and I don't really feel like doing it alone. It's making me irritable, I guess."
This is it, Rogue thought excitedly. "Um, well I can help you with that. I uh.like decorating," Rogue blurted out.
"You like decorating?" Scott repeated, surprise creasing his handsome features. Rogue could have bitten her tongue off. The last time someone had put her in a room with streamers and a staple gun, it had ended in disaster. But the thought of spending all that time with Scott...
"Yeah, it's..it's a hobby of mine! We could start tomorrow morning," Rogue proposed, wondering how many lies she would end up telling by the end of the day.
"Great! Thanks, Rogue. You're a lifesaver," Scott said gratefully. "I really owe you one," Scott said seriously, standing up. Rogue couldn't help grinning.
"No problem, I'll seeya tomorrow I guess," Rogue said quickly, feeling ridiculous all of a sudden.
"Okay, thanks again Rogue!" Scott said smiling, and turned to retreat down the hall. Rogue fell back down on the soft cushion and sighed. Finally, things were looking up.