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She handed me the picture frame and I hesitantly looked down at the couple, "Well maybe not just like us, but a lot like us." She corrected herself. But she's right, the woman's piercing green eyes and dark brown hair matches Rogue's, minus the white bangs, I remind myself. The man, Logan, so closely resembles an older me that my hands begin to tremble. Not much, but it still left me feeling disturbed.
Rogue took the picture from me, "Who do you think she is?" Her voice is soft but frighteningly clear to my sensitive hearing. Her fingers brush over the glass keeping the picture safe, and then she flips the frame over and opens the back pulling out the photo.
"Logan and Rose," She reads, her voice shaking, "You know my middle-"
"Don't," I cut her off, "Just… Just don't say it." I turn away from her eyes and the picture and sit down on the couch. A cloud of dust billows out from the cushions engulfing me with suffocation. I can just hear Rogue's startled gasp and then giggling over my coughing/sneezing fit.
I move from the couch, my eyes watering miserably and my nose suddenly dripping, "Damn it!" I ground out after a sneeze, "This is all One Eye's fault!" I hold my sleeve up to my nose and wipe my eyes with my other hand while trying to glare menacingly at Rogue, which only makes her laugh harder.
Composing herself she grins wickedly at me, "Oh really?" She says wiping the mirth from her eyes, "An' why's that?"
I straighten up clearing my throat, "If he hadn't taken us on that stupid etchin' project o' his we wouldn't be standin' here right now in this dusty ol' cabin."
Rogue sniffed still smiling, "Yea, we'd be in school listening to Mr. Summer's babble on about something or another."
"Hn," I grunted looking down at our footsteps in the dust on the floor, "Guess that's a plus…"
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The music played softly from the bedroom, an upbeat sound with a male's voice singing the lyrics. James rolled his eyes to the door from his spot on the now dust free couch. It had taken them over three hours to clean up the house and then buy something to eat. The music was turned up a little, 'Probably to drown out Rogue's voice.' He thought with a smirk and propped his head up with his arms while his legs folded over the arm of the couch.
You're the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer
Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I'm lost for words
He recognized the song as Snow Patrol's Chocolate; it was Rogue's favorite song.
After a few more lines the song ended and another one started then was quickly turned off. The bedroom door swung open and Rogue walked out in a long sleeve T-shirt and sweats, still humming the song as she walked down the hall to the living room where James was lying. She stopped at the end of the couch observing James shirtless and taking up half the couch so that his legs could hang over the arm of the couch. He smirked a little not bothering to move when she walked around and sat on the other side of him, making his head sink in the cushions a little.
"Did the water work?" He asked lifting his head and putting it in her lap.
Rogue tensed slightly then smiled running her gloved fingers through his hair, "It was pretty gross when I first turned it on. But after five minutes it cleared up."
"Rusty pipes," James almost purred enjoying Rogue's fingers in his hair, "Surprised it ran clean after only five minutes though…" He sighed closing his eyes and leaned into the touch.
"The water pressure was pretty strong too." She added scratching behind his ear, she grinned when his foot jumped a little.
The two sat there in comfortable silence for several minutes, or until Rogue thought James had fallen asleep and she tried to climb out from under his head. James stirred opening his eyes and sat up running a hand through his hair, "Think I'm gonna go an' take a shower now." He climbed to his feet and turned to Rogue and leant down gently kissing her on the forehead before pulling away quickly and retreating into the bedroom.
Rogue stared at the bedroom door dumbly then blinked, "Holy shit."
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