"Look I can talk my parents and Auntie O into letting me stay at the Institute for the rest of vacation." Evan said.
"Evan don` ya dare." Rogue ordered.
"But…"
"Evan trust me ah'll be fahne okay. Besahdes Wa… Angel is here too." She had to be careful since no one else knew the identity of Angel being Warren Worthington, except the adults, Scott, and herself and now the Brotherhood.
Evan sighed feeling some-what calmer, but not completely. "Listen Rogue, if Maximoff tries anything you call me okay."
"Yea sure…"
"I mean it Rogue."
"All rahght. If Pietro comes any where near me ah'll call ya."
"Good so I'll talk to you later right?"
"Yea bye Evan." Rogue said hanging up the phone. She sighed heavily and fell backwards on the couch.
Lance smirked and looked at the Goth slouching next to him. "It can't be that bad. Tell Uncle Lance all about it."
"Ah would if ya were mah uncle." She said smirking at him and tossed Warren the phone. "Burn it."
Warren chuckled. "I don't think the professor would appreciate it if I did that."
"Then send it lahke far away. Gawd, ah'm soundin` lahke Kitty." She groaned grabbing a pillow and put it over her face.
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"Have we mentioned how bad your drawings are mate?" John said looking at the lines.
Pietro glared at the fire-controlling Aussie. "Didn't ask for your opinion. You guys said you wanted to know what it looked like, sorry I don't have blueprints."
"Well for ya it should be easy homme." Remy stated. "Ya sure ya know where tha petite's room is?"
"Yes, I've been in it before." He said glaring.
"Let's just do this and get it over with." Wanda said getting annoyed with the boys squabbling.