Life passed by normally for the next few days: nothing interesting ever actually happened. Rogue explained to me that sometimes it takes a while for Magento's gang to actually move.
Still, patience is not one of my virtues. One bright spot, however, was Nightcrawler, or, as he used to be known, Kurt. I called him Kurt simply because it was easier to say than Nightcrawler. He and I started getting together more often. He started sitting with me, Rogue, and Bobby during breakfast and lunch, but was always preoccupied at dinner.
So, the trio became a foursome. It was actually more comfortable this way. Now, if us girls wanted to hang out, Bobby and Kurt could just be with each other instead of lounging in their rooms alone.
Classes started getting easier. I was totally getting the hang of it. I saw Logan around only sometimes, not that much, really. From what I could see, only Rogue seemed to get along with him all right. Scott seemed to have a real heavy dislike for him, which I couldn't see why.
LATER...
It was Saturday morning, and Rogue had to drag me out of bed. "Come on," she gritted her teeth, trying to keep her gloves on without touching my skin. "You have to get up!" "It's Saturday!" I moaned, grasping the bed with all my strength. "We have X-Men meetings!" Rogue let out an "Oof!" as she tumbled to the floor.
I relaxed my hold, and Rogue got up like a flash of lightning and yanked me out of bed. I grumbled some, but finally got up and ready. As we walked down the hall, we were joined by Kurt.
"Hey!" I greeted him. Rogue rolled her eyes. "Hello," Kurt answered. "Hi, Rogue," he said. "Hey," Rogue answered him. "Is Bobby in?" I asked. "That's probably what this meeting is about," Rogue informed me. "Ah," I nodded. "Did anybody understand that literature assignment?" Rogue and Kurt both shook their heads no.
I sighed. "Guess I'm on my own on this one." We walked down into the lower levels, other kids gawking at us-particularly at me, I suppose, as I was new at being an X-Man.
As we made our way down the stairs, I could feel butterflies in my stomach from anticipation and anxiety. Would I do well? I wasn't good at coming up with ideas. What would be required of me?
Almost as if sensing this, Rogue patted my arm, and Kurt laid a comforting hand on my shoulder.
As we entered the room, I noted with surprise that almost no one was here yet. "Where is everyone?" I whispered to Kurt. "In the other rooms, most likely," he whispered back. Us three teenagers sat down at three seats around the giant table, me with a nervous expression on my face, Rogue and Kurt with a sense of dignity and slight boredom.
Logan, Professor Xavier, and Storm entered the room, followed by Scott and Jean a short time later.
"Well," the professor said as he rolled over to his spot. "I see you made it on time." He still hadn't forgiven me for missing his class, I noted with a slight pang of guilt. "Yes, Professor," I murmured, keeping my head down with embarrassment.
"We have gathered today to converse about Bobby's entrance to the X-Men," the professor started. "He has shown good grades, and good self-defense, and self-control." "Also, Professor," Storm interrupted. "He is growing well in using his gift." Professor Xavier nodded in acknowledgement. "I see no reason why he cannot join the X-Men. Are there any disagreements?"
I looked around, and saw no one looking arguable except for Logan. He stood up and the rest of the X-Men craned their necks to see his face. "I have one concern," he said. I eyed Rogue and she glanced at me, then returned her attention to him.
"Does he have the emotional strength to do this?" Murmurs of agreement with him went around the table. Bobby was known for his soft, sweet-natured self. I had never seen him yell in anger at anyone. That, I think, is partly why Rogue liked him so much. He was everything that she used to be.
Rogue had told me earlier about when she had first arrived at the school. Bobby had been her first friend, and had given her a friendship gift. An ice-crystal rose. He had formed it himself.
I hesitantly stood up, and the X-Men eyed me expectantly. "Um, with all due respect, sir," I spoke to Logan, "I think that Bobby can definitely handle this. From what he's told me, and Rogue and Kurt," I motioned towards them, "he had a hard life before he came here, and he's practically seen everything there is to see."
Rogue stood up beside me. "It's true," she said, looking at the group with that defiant glare she has that says, "I've-seen-everything-and-you-can't- top-it-with-anything-you-can-say".
"Bobby is the ultimate hard core guy," she said. Kurt stood up on my other side and said, "I have seen it myself. He can most definitely hold up to our standards." I beamed at him happily. He had actually sided with me! No one besides Rogue had ever sided with me before.
"Well?" the professor glanced around the room. "Are there any complaints?" Silence. All three of us quickly sat down as Professor Xavier said, "We'll put it to a vote. All in favor?"
All of the members in the room answered, "Aye." "All opposed?" Professor Xavier asked. Once more, silence.
The professor glanced at Kurt. "All right, then. Kurt, tomorrow you will bring Bobby down to the lower levels after curfew. We shall all meet here. Dismissed."
The members of the X-Men filed out slowly of the room-Jean to her laboratory, Storm to her desk, and Professor Xavier to his office. Logan, I suppose, went wherever it is he goes. (I asked Rogue, but she didn't answer.) Scott went for a ride on his motorcycle, and Rogue, Kurt, and I went back upstairs talking about nothing in particular.
We found Bobby at the foosball table, where he invited us to play with him after the game was over. We gladly accepted.
I've found weekends at the school to be quite pleasant. Indeed, even weekdays are fun. After homework (or before), you can play any game you want (as long as it doesn't endanger any other person), you can wander the grounds, but you can't leave them. But as an X-Man, I remembered as Kurt and I scored a goal against Rogue and Bobby on foosball, you have free one hour intermissions. I grinned.
That night, as I listened to Rogue toss and turn in her sleep, I thought about how Bobby would react to finding out about being accepted into the X- Men. Would he even accept? I sighed and buried my face in my pillow. There are some things you just have to wait to find out.
Still, patience is not one of my virtues. One bright spot, however, was Nightcrawler, or, as he used to be known, Kurt. I called him Kurt simply because it was easier to say than Nightcrawler. He and I started getting together more often. He started sitting with me, Rogue, and Bobby during breakfast and lunch, but was always preoccupied at dinner.
So, the trio became a foursome. It was actually more comfortable this way. Now, if us girls wanted to hang out, Bobby and Kurt could just be with each other instead of lounging in their rooms alone.
Classes started getting easier. I was totally getting the hang of it. I saw Logan around only sometimes, not that much, really. From what I could see, only Rogue seemed to get along with him all right. Scott seemed to have a real heavy dislike for him, which I couldn't see why.
LATER...
It was Saturday morning, and Rogue had to drag me out of bed. "Come on," she gritted her teeth, trying to keep her gloves on without touching my skin. "You have to get up!" "It's Saturday!" I moaned, grasping the bed with all my strength. "We have X-Men meetings!" Rogue let out an "Oof!" as she tumbled to the floor.
I relaxed my hold, and Rogue got up like a flash of lightning and yanked me out of bed. I grumbled some, but finally got up and ready. As we walked down the hall, we were joined by Kurt.
"Hey!" I greeted him. Rogue rolled her eyes. "Hello," Kurt answered. "Hi, Rogue," he said. "Hey," Rogue answered him. "Is Bobby in?" I asked. "That's probably what this meeting is about," Rogue informed me. "Ah," I nodded. "Did anybody understand that literature assignment?" Rogue and Kurt both shook their heads no.
I sighed. "Guess I'm on my own on this one." We walked down into the lower levels, other kids gawking at us-particularly at me, I suppose, as I was new at being an X-Man.
As we made our way down the stairs, I could feel butterflies in my stomach from anticipation and anxiety. Would I do well? I wasn't good at coming up with ideas. What would be required of me?
Almost as if sensing this, Rogue patted my arm, and Kurt laid a comforting hand on my shoulder.
As we entered the room, I noted with surprise that almost no one was here yet. "Where is everyone?" I whispered to Kurt. "In the other rooms, most likely," he whispered back. Us three teenagers sat down at three seats around the giant table, me with a nervous expression on my face, Rogue and Kurt with a sense of dignity and slight boredom.
Logan, Professor Xavier, and Storm entered the room, followed by Scott and Jean a short time later.
"Well," the professor said as he rolled over to his spot. "I see you made it on time." He still hadn't forgiven me for missing his class, I noted with a slight pang of guilt. "Yes, Professor," I murmured, keeping my head down with embarrassment.
"We have gathered today to converse about Bobby's entrance to the X-Men," the professor started. "He has shown good grades, and good self-defense, and self-control." "Also, Professor," Storm interrupted. "He is growing well in using his gift." Professor Xavier nodded in acknowledgement. "I see no reason why he cannot join the X-Men. Are there any disagreements?"
I looked around, and saw no one looking arguable except for Logan. He stood up and the rest of the X-Men craned their necks to see his face. "I have one concern," he said. I eyed Rogue and she glanced at me, then returned her attention to him.
"Does he have the emotional strength to do this?" Murmurs of agreement with him went around the table. Bobby was known for his soft, sweet-natured self. I had never seen him yell in anger at anyone. That, I think, is partly why Rogue liked him so much. He was everything that she used to be.
Rogue had told me earlier about when she had first arrived at the school. Bobby had been her first friend, and had given her a friendship gift. An ice-crystal rose. He had formed it himself.
I hesitantly stood up, and the X-Men eyed me expectantly. "Um, with all due respect, sir," I spoke to Logan, "I think that Bobby can definitely handle this. From what he's told me, and Rogue and Kurt," I motioned towards them, "he had a hard life before he came here, and he's practically seen everything there is to see."
Rogue stood up beside me. "It's true," she said, looking at the group with that defiant glare she has that says, "I've-seen-everything-and-you-can't- top-it-with-anything-you-can-say".
"Bobby is the ultimate hard core guy," she said. Kurt stood up on my other side and said, "I have seen it myself. He can most definitely hold up to our standards." I beamed at him happily. He had actually sided with me! No one besides Rogue had ever sided with me before.
"Well?" the professor glanced around the room. "Are there any complaints?" Silence. All three of us quickly sat down as Professor Xavier said, "We'll put it to a vote. All in favor?"
All of the members in the room answered, "Aye." "All opposed?" Professor Xavier asked. Once more, silence.
The professor glanced at Kurt. "All right, then. Kurt, tomorrow you will bring Bobby down to the lower levels after curfew. We shall all meet here. Dismissed."
The members of the X-Men filed out slowly of the room-Jean to her laboratory, Storm to her desk, and Professor Xavier to his office. Logan, I suppose, went wherever it is he goes. (I asked Rogue, but she didn't answer.) Scott went for a ride on his motorcycle, and Rogue, Kurt, and I went back upstairs talking about nothing in particular.
We found Bobby at the foosball table, where he invited us to play with him after the game was over. We gladly accepted.
I've found weekends at the school to be quite pleasant. Indeed, even weekdays are fun. After homework (or before), you can play any game you want (as long as it doesn't endanger any other person), you can wander the grounds, but you can't leave them. But as an X-Man, I remembered as Kurt and I scored a goal against Rogue and Bobby on foosball, you have free one hour intermissions. I grinned.
That night, as I listened to Rogue toss and turn in her sleep, I thought about how Bobby would react to finding out about being accepted into the X- Men. Would he even accept? I sighed and buried my face in my pillow. There are some things you just have to wait to find out.