I shouldn't be doing this. Ororo broke the kiss. She stood there for a moment with a million things running through her mind.

Logan felt like a fool on speed. 'What could she ever want with me? I can't give her any thing. I probably can't even make her happy. Why am I doing this?'

"Look I'm sorry. I won't do that again. Were almost to town, we should be there tomorrow evening. From there I will arrange for you to be driven to Sydney."

"Now wait just one freaking minute. You didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

"Ok, Ok…I'm sorry"

"HUH…. Thank you…..would you like to go out to dinner when we get to Sydney?"

"What?"

"You heard me mister. Would you like to have dinner with me when WE reach Sydney?"

Logan couldn't believe his own ears. This beautiful, vivacious woman was asking him out to dinner. He had been asked out before but never by anyone like her. She was smart and beautiful and adventurous and everything he was not used to.

"Look I'm not asking you to marry me ok, just dinner and maybe dancing if that's ok with you."

She couldn't place the look on his face but it resembled shock. 'Oh God' she thought 'I've scared him dumb. Maybe I'm being too aggressive?'

"Logan….Logan?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" Logan asked with a smirk on his face. "Cause if you are I'm going to need candy and flowers to!"

"Ooohhhh……don't be an ass! Is that a yes" she said, laughter dancing in her eyes.

"Yes"

"Good"

"Good"

"Good"

"Do you always do that? Have the last word like that?"

"Why? Do you have a problem with that?" Ororo asked smirking.

"Not at all! Not at all." They walked for a while longer before Logan asked "So this date is on you then"

"Oh you bum!" Ororo yelled chasing him around with a hand full of dirt.

Later that evening they sat near the fire just talking about everything and nothing at all. This is the first time in a long time that Ororo had been happy. Every since she broke up with Scott she been in a state of solitary depression. Now she felt like she could breathe again. She felt like the weight of the world was finally off of her shoulders. 'Scott and Jean deserve each other.' Jean was once Ororo's best friend until Scott came into the picture. Ororo had told Jean the she liked Scott and that he had asked her out. That's when Jean turned in to a total hussy and pursued Scott. Jean was one of those 'friends' that would try to take a guy away from you to make them selves feel like they were better than you. Its not that Ororo didn't still love Jean, she just couldn't trust her any more at least not with a potential boyfriend. Ever since Jean did the things that she did to get Scott, Ororo didn't feel like she could ever truly trust her. Ororo tried her hardest to forgive her friend but she could never forget. And Logan, what would happen if Logan saw Jean and how beautiful she was. Jean had this long red hair that came to her waist and big breast and a tiny waist. How could Ororo possibly compete with Jean? Jean was perfect and Ororo was Ororo.

Ororo thought about herself. She had this really odd colored hair, pure white down to her elbows with blue eyes. How strange is that, a black girl with white hair and blue eyes? Jean had bright green eyes that complimented her bright red hair. Ororo felt that her hips and breast were too big and that she was too tall. She always felt like she towered over almost everyone that she met. Dancing and gymnastics had given Ororo very muscular legs and toned arms, Jean had a soft womanly body. 'Why am I doing this to myself? If when we get to Sydney and Logan like her better than me I will back off. I refuse to chase after any man!'

Ororo was so deep in her thoughts that she was startled when Logan asked her three times what was on her mind.

"Ororo? Ororo?"

"Hum? Yes?"

"What are you thinking about? You look like you got lost in your thoughts"

"I guess I did, I'm sorry," she answered and lowered her face in embarrassment.

"Why do you always do that?"

"Do what"

"Hide your face? Why do you always hide your face like that and your smile?"

"I….I don't really realize that I did that. I guess I started doing because of my eyes and hair. People always had something to say about the black girls with blue eyes. My mother's eyes were blue" she said looking down into the fire, "and after my hair started turning white I got even more stares."

"I think your hair is beautiful and your eyes are like diamonds. Why would you ever try to hide? Your smile, everything about you is beautiful. I've never met anyone as perfect as you."

'WOW! Good God the man's perfect' Ororo thought to her self as she blushed 10 different hews of red, "Thank you".