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Author's Note: Alright, here's Chapter Three! I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! One warning, though, is that there is a moment of very mild slash in here. Just thought that I would let you all know. Enjoy!
"So, Rogue?" Jubilee asked from her position on the bed. Four of the girls had all crowded into one small corner of the room together, and were discussing everything that they could possibly think of. "Have you and Bobby..." she trailed, trying to be suggestive, while avoiding actually verbalizing what was on her mind.
"Have we what?" Marie asked, beginning to laugh. She knew exactly what Jubilee was getting ready to say, but wanted to force her to say it.
"Have you..." Jubilee tried again, biting on her lower lip. "Have you decided to see how dark it is under the sheets, yet?" Jubilee snapped her bubble gum, and smiled. Rogue picked up a pillow, and threw it in her friend's face.
"That's for the question." Picking up another pillow, Rogue waited for Jubilee to recover a bit from the first blow. She threw the pillow at Jubilee, and laughed. "That one is for being so blind to have to ask the question." Jubilee looked up, surprised, and confused. Kitty wore the same expression, while Terma, the new girl, was still attempting to get over her amusement toward the flying pillows.
"What do you mean?" Kitty asked, slight worry hinting in her voice. She had no idea what Rogue was referring to; was there something big going on that she didn't know about? In a moment of curiosity, Kitty let her eyes fall upon her friend's exposed stomach. If there was something to be seen physically, it stood to reason that a pregnancy would be a possibility. As she continued to study Rogue's stomach, Kitty shook the thought out of her head; if Jubilee was too blind to see it, it definitely wasn't that, especially since Rogue's stomach was not swelled.
Rogue sighed to herself. "Bobby and I split up a few weeks ago," she admitted. They hadn't told anyone, yet; they wanted to see who would figure it out, or who would ask about them. Sure enough, her friends had been curious enough to ask about her personal business. "We just didn't click, I guess."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Terma sympathized, knowing what it was like to have split from her own boyfriend, just a week before she had come to the school. Her power required it; she could read peoples' minds, no matter where she was, or what she was doing. She could be standing twenty or thirty yards away from a person, and still manage to hear there thoughts, as clear as if they were sports scores coming over a loud speaker. "I feel your pain."
"You can probably read it, too," Rogue laughed. "Thanks." She smiled, knowing that her friends knew what she was going through, right down to the punctuation mark. They had each had their owns problems and experiences with the opposite gender, stories that they would tell each other into the night, and get one another laughing like crazy.
Another few moments passed, in complete silence, before Jubilee snapped her gum, again, sighed, and rose to her feet.
"This is supposed to be our fun night," she announced, at last, as all eyes fell upon her. "We shouldn't be sitting here, depressing ourselves." Kitty got off of the floor, and continued to look at Jubilee, who had her back turned to everyone.
"What do you suggest?" Kitty asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Without turning around, Jubilee made her final declaration. "Pillow fight!" she screamed, turning around, and throwing a pillow at the first moving object that she could find. After the pillow smacked into Terma, everyone picked up their own pillows, and the girls began to shriek with laughter. They were finally releasing the tension that they had all been feeling for the past week, and they were finally having fun.
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"So," Logan continued. "What you are saying is that, and, correct me if I'm wrong, you really think that something like that is going to happen?" He looked at Michelle, who had taken a seat at the counter across from him, and awaited her response."Basically, yes," she said, with a nod. "I'm just not positive, and I don't want people to get in an uproar over nothing, do you know what I mean?" Logan nodded, turned his head to the right, and looked out of the window. The rain just kept coming, with no sign of stopping at any time in the near future in sight.
"You should still go to Xavier," he said, looking back at Michelle. "He'd want to know."
"If he doesn't already," she said, with a smile. Logan laughed, and shook his head.
"Trust me, I know that feeling." He straightened his back, getting it out of the hunched position that he had been sitting in for almost an hour. The hour coincided with the amount of time that he and Michelle had been discussing their "creepy feelings", as they had nicknamed them. Logan couldn't believe that they could have been talking about something like personal premonitions for so long, and not be tired, yet. It was almost one-thirty, and they were still going back and forth, sharing ideas, thoughts, whatever came to mind, like they had both had enough caffine to keep them going for the rest of their lives.
Suddenly, a loud crashing sound came from the floor above, followed, by laughter. Michelle and Logan had heard loud stomping sounds coming from the same area some time ago, and had left it alone. Now, with the crash, Michelle put up her hands.
"That's it," she whispered, her voice lined with laughter. "I'll go see what they're up to. Be back."
"Be here," Logan called, as she walked out of the room. He saw her hold up a fist, as she made a left turn, and made her way toward the stairs.
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Michelle wasn't sure just what she had heard, nor exactly which room it had been coming from. Though she had a valid idea, she wasn't completely positive.As she continued to creep up the stairs, trying desperately hard not to make any noise, Michelle kept listening. Stopping in front of one door, where she figured the noise was coming from, she wasn't surprised to hear the sounds of female laughter from the other side of the barrier. She knocked on the door, and tried to call to the girls.
"Girls?" she asked, and waited. When no response came, she tried again. "Girls?" She knocked again, still with no answer. Finally, she tried the handle, and found that the door was unlocked. She slid the door open, and peeked inside. The laughter continued, and she went unnoticed by the four girls inside. There were feathers flying in twelve thousand different directions, and Michelle let out a scream, as she had to duck a pillow, or, what she thought it was, which was flying in her direction.
"Guys!" Kitty yelled, noticing where her pillow had found it's place. Michelle looked up, and so did everyone else. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to - ."
"It's alright," Michelle laughed. "Just surprised me a little bit."
"Is there something that we can help you with, Michelle?" Jubilee asked, afraid that she would be mad. "I mean, well, you know what I mean."
"Are we being too loud?" Rogue asked, as if to have read Michelle's mind. Rogue cracked an innocent smile, and Michelle laughed.
"We can hear you in the kitchen," Michelle informed them, nodding her head.
"We?" Jubilee inquired, a mischevious smile creeping across her face.
"Logan and I, we can hear you in the kitchen," she clarified for the younger girl. Michelle turned back toward the door. "I just thought that I would ask you to end your pillow fight for the night. You don't have to go to bed, but I don't think that John and Bobby, along with the rest of the mansion, should have to be disturbed from their sleep." She opened the door, stopped, and turned back to the girls. "What did you guys break?" she asked, referring to the crash that had sent her up in the first place. Terma, who was standing by her bed, held up a lamp shade. Michelle nodded her head, and turned toward the hallway again. "Goodnight, girls," she said.
"Goodnight," they all called, in perfect unison.
"How rehearsed," Michelle thought to herself, with a laugh. She began to creep back through the hallway, toward the stairs, when she decided that it might be a good idea to check on the two boys in the room next to the girls. If they were awake, she would explain to them what the noise was.
As she knocked on the door, Michelle lightly turned the door handle, only to discover that the door wasn't even shut all of the way. She found it dtrange, and slowly began to push the door open.
"Guys?" she whispered, not sure if they were awake. When the door was open wide enough for her to see inside, she saw that the two were, indeed, asleep; they were both in John's bed, with John snuggled up against Bobby. The room was completely dark, but Michelle knew that John was most likely smiling.
Michelle smiled to herself, and closed the door. The relationship between the two boys had existed for quite some time, before they had finally committed to it, according to a reliable source, who had sworn her to secrecy about the whole thing. She was happy to keep the confidentiality, as well as the secret, just that; a secret. It was good that John had crawled out of his dark space, and it gave her the feeling that, maybe, just maybe, her bad feeling was wrong.
As she crept down the hallway, and back down the stairs, Michelle continued to smile, and made her way back to the kitchen. As promised, Logan was still there, and was busy grabbing a beer from his secret hiding spot in the refrigerator; right behind her vegetable juice. She smiled, and returned to her spot.
"Everything good?" Logan asked, as he closed the refrigerator door. He set a can of juice in front of Michelle, and sat down.
"Thanks," she said, with a smile, referring to the juice. "Yeah," she nodded. "Just a pillow fight out of control."
"How'd the guys take it?" He saw Michelle's smile, and raised and eyebrow. "What are you smiling about?" he asked, with a curious smile of his own.
Michelle shot her head up, and looked at Logan. "Oh, nothing," she replied. "They were asleep." Logan nodded, and took a swallow of his beer. Michelle cracked open her can of vegetable juice, and took a sip of it. "So, where were we?" she asked, trying to get back to the topic originally at hand.
Logan looked back at her, and laughed. "I've got no idea," he said, honestly. Michelle sighed, and shook her head. "What?" Logan asked, not sure of what she was doing.
"Nothing." She looked up, and smiled. "I remember where we were." Michelle filled Logan in, and the two went back to their night's primary topic of conversation.
Author's Note: There you have it! A longer chapter! I am very fond of this one, so I await you thoughts one it, just as always! Thanks for reading! Until the next chapter...