DarkPrincessPryro99-thanks for the encouragement and I'm glad you liked it.
I just have a couple of papers due in the near future that might occupy my
time, but I'll try to keep it coming.
Angel LeeAnn-hey! I'm really glad you read it and enjoyed it, all at the same time. I'm a fan of your writing, so keep it up. Also, I just thought that John was really cute and I've been in love with Rogue ever since I was little (my uncle is into comics so I was exposed at a young age). But I figured since its not common that you see them together I wouldn't have to worry about messing up some classic story.
Disclaimer- I regret to inform you all that I do not own the X-men. I know this must have come as a shock to you all, but that's the way it is.
Italics- thoughts
MURKY GREEN
Rogue pushed her head away from the glass, shaking her head clear. Classes will be getting out soon; a voice said somewhere in the back regions of her mind. I should go back.Rogue ignored this thought and continued to wonder the hallways, not paying attention to where she was going. She let out a gasp when someone collided with her, almost knocking her over.
"Oh, crap!" was all she could manage as she stuck her hand out to save herself from the fall, but instead found herself clutching on to someone's hand. Looking up to see whom her assailant was, she relaxed at the familiar face.
"Shit, sorry, Rogue." John said somewhat sheepishly. "Didn't mean to run into you like that, I was just, running."
"In the middle of the mansion?" Rogue replied standing up. "Kind of a weird place to be exercising."
"It's not like that." John absent-mindedly pulled out his zippo from his pants and started flicking it.
"You were cutting class weren't you?" Rogue narrowed her eyes, but unable to cover up her smile completely.
"Well.Hey, you're not in class either." John pointed out, narrowing his eyes to match her own.
Rogue laughed and hit him on the shoulder. "Let's just get out of here."
"And where would you like to go, Miss Marie?" John stooped into a low bow and adapted a British accent, not bothering to question her motives for being out of class.
"Hmmm.. Well, if you're leaving the decision up to me." a grin spread across her face as she took off running, leaving John racing after her.
30 minutes later they were sitting inside a small café that had just been build just a few miles away from the mansion. Having walked the entire way, and stopping now and then to throw stuff at each other, they were glad to be sitting down in the dimly light interior of the café. They were seated by the window, perfectly positioned to see the rain that had just began to pour.
Without the distraction of talking to John, Rogue sat and stared out the window. The weather seemed to reflect what she was feeling on the inside. The troubles that she was keeping inside must have showed on her face.
"Are you okay?" John asked in a concerning voice, something that Rogue didn't get to hear very often. John was usually, well almost always, an ass, but he did have a tender side that he rarely showed.
Rogue shook herself mentally and blinked to try and rid herself of the glazed look she was sure she had on her face. "Hm?"
"Are you okay? You look out of it. Like, I don't know. Is something wrong?"
Rogue sighed, she might as well tell him; he was Bobby's best friend and roommate so he was bound to find out one way or another. "It's just, well, Bobby and I got in a fight. And we, I'm pretty sure we broke up." Rogue pushed down the lump that had begun to form in her throat.
"Aw, Rogue, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I don't know. Its just, I didn't want it to happen like that, not like that at all. We were yelling at each other, and he said some things." Rogue looked outside again, remembering what Bobby had accused her of. "You know, he said the stupidest thing. He thought that I was cheating on him." Rogue let out a small laugh. "He thinks I like someone else, like that would ever be the case." She was silent for a moment. "But you no the weird thing was," John shook his head to let her know he was still listening. "He said that he saw me with him. I don't know who it could've been. I mean, I wasn't with anyone." Rogue sat back and continued to ponder what Bobby could have been thinking.
"You should probably talk to him, if you didn't cheat on him. You know, explain to him what an idiot he's being."
"I would, but he called me a liar, I don't even know why he would accuse me of something like that! The fact that he did just proves he didn't trust me at all. And if he did he shouldn't have screamed like that either."
"Look, it was just one big misunderstan-"
"Look, I don't care what you say, it won't make up for what Bobby did to me. The only way we're going to talk is if he grows up." She said this with such conviction John didn't even bother to persuade her otherwise. At that moment the food they had ordered arrived at their table, giving them a reason not to talk.
Damn, Rogue, leave it to you to make Bobby think you cheated on him. But as John stared at her, he realized why Bobby would be so protective. Rogue was currently sporting a barely there tank top under a see through fishnet material. She wore make-up, but not too much, but just enough to accentuate her beautiful face. Her body was curvy, but still thin and muscular. Her brown hair fell down slightly past her shoulder, the white streak in her hair giving her a look of elegance that he had never noticed before. As he stared, he noticed that her eyes had a slight tinge of brown, making them slightly murky. And the longer he sat and watched her, the more he realized that she was all he could ever want.
Angel LeeAnn-hey! I'm really glad you read it and enjoyed it, all at the same time. I'm a fan of your writing, so keep it up. Also, I just thought that John was really cute and I've been in love with Rogue ever since I was little (my uncle is into comics so I was exposed at a young age). But I figured since its not common that you see them together I wouldn't have to worry about messing up some classic story.
Disclaimer- I regret to inform you all that I do not own the X-men. I know this must have come as a shock to you all, but that's the way it is.
Italics- thoughts
MURKY GREEN
Rogue pushed her head away from the glass, shaking her head clear. Classes will be getting out soon; a voice said somewhere in the back regions of her mind. I should go back.Rogue ignored this thought and continued to wonder the hallways, not paying attention to where she was going. She let out a gasp when someone collided with her, almost knocking her over.
"Oh, crap!" was all she could manage as she stuck her hand out to save herself from the fall, but instead found herself clutching on to someone's hand. Looking up to see whom her assailant was, she relaxed at the familiar face.
"Shit, sorry, Rogue." John said somewhat sheepishly. "Didn't mean to run into you like that, I was just, running."
"In the middle of the mansion?" Rogue replied standing up. "Kind of a weird place to be exercising."
"It's not like that." John absent-mindedly pulled out his zippo from his pants and started flicking it.
"You were cutting class weren't you?" Rogue narrowed her eyes, but unable to cover up her smile completely.
"Well.Hey, you're not in class either." John pointed out, narrowing his eyes to match her own.
Rogue laughed and hit him on the shoulder. "Let's just get out of here."
"And where would you like to go, Miss Marie?" John stooped into a low bow and adapted a British accent, not bothering to question her motives for being out of class.
"Hmmm.. Well, if you're leaving the decision up to me." a grin spread across her face as she took off running, leaving John racing after her.
30 minutes later they were sitting inside a small café that had just been build just a few miles away from the mansion. Having walked the entire way, and stopping now and then to throw stuff at each other, they were glad to be sitting down in the dimly light interior of the café. They were seated by the window, perfectly positioned to see the rain that had just began to pour.
Without the distraction of talking to John, Rogue sat and stared out the window. The weather seemed to reflect what she was feeling on the inside. The troubles that she was keeping inside must have showed on her face.
"Are you okay?" John asked in a concerning voice, something that Rogue didn't get to hear very often. John was usually, well almost always, an ass, but he did have a tender side that he rarely showed.
Rogue shook herself mentally and blinked to try and rid herself of the glazed look she was sure she had on her face. "Hm?"
"Are you okay? You look out of it. Like, I don't know. Is something wrong?"
Rogue sighed, she might as well tell him; he was Bobby's best friend and roommate so he was bound to find out one way or another. "It's just, well, Bobby and I got in a fight. And we, I'm pretty sure we broke up." Rogue pushed down the lump that had begun to form in her throat.
"Aw, Rogue, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I don't know. Its just, I didn't want it to happen like that, not like that at all. We were yelling at each other, and he said some things." Rogue looked outside again, remembering what Bobby had accused her of. "You know, he said the stupidest thing. He thought that I was cheating on him." Rogue let out a small laugh. "He thinks I like someone else, like that would ever be the case." She was silent for a moment. "But you no the weird thing was," John shook his head to let her know he was still listening. "He said that he saw me with him. I don't know who it could've been. I mean, I wasn't with anyone." Rogue sat back and continued to ponder what Bobby could have been thinking.
"You should probably talk to him, if you didn't cheat on him. You know, explain to him what an idiot he's being."
"I would, but he called me a liar, I don't even know why he would accuse me of something like that! The fact that he did just proves he didn't trust me at all. And if he did he shouldn't have screamed like that either."
"Look, it was just one big misunderstan-"
"Look, I don't care what you say, it won't make up for what Bobby did to me. The only way we're going to talk is if he grows up." She said this with such conviction John didn't even bother to persuade her otherwise. At that moment the food they had ordered arrived at their table, giving them a reason not to talk.
Damn, Rogue, leave it to you to make Bobby think you cheated on him. But as John stared at her, he realized why Bobby would be so protective. Rogue was currently sporting a barely there tank top under a see through fishnet material. She wore make-up, but not too much, but just enough to accentuate her beautiful face. Her body was curvy, but still thin and muscular. Her brown hair fell down slightly past her shoulder, the white streak in her hair giving her a look of elegance that he had never noticed before. As he stared, he noticed that her eyes had a slight tinge of brown, making them slightly murky. And the longer he sat and watched her, the more he realized that she was all he could ever want.