CADERYN-hey, it's really cool that you actually read this, I was hoping you
might, and I'll get to the kiss thing, the real kiss thing. I'm kinda
making this up as I type, so if it's really shitty, that would be why. I'm
trying to make John more of an ass, believe me, I think I just need to get
in the right headset. It would be easier if I wrote it in first person, oh
well.
ANIME ADDICTED-sort of confused, but it's cool that you liked it.
DARKPRINCESSPYRO99-I'm really glad you're enjoying this, I didn't know if anyone would, but thanks. I'll try to update more often, its just I have all these tests and homework, which I really should be doing right now.
Disclaimer-do you actually think I'd be writing this if I owned the X-men?
Italics- thoughts
DREAMING OF YOU
For the next few days, Rogue dominated most of John's thoughts. Every time they talked he couldn't help letting the phrase Damn, she's hot, slip into his mind. He tried pushing these feelings to the back of his head, knowing that she was probably still hung over on Bobby, no matter how much she bitched about him. But every time he'd see her, all was forgotten, and John was left looking like a dumbass for staring at her with his mouth open.
"John, what's wrong with you." Jubilee asked one day in class.
"What?" John snapped out of his reverie. He had been staring at the back of Rogue's head for the last 30 minutes, trying to will thoughts into her brain to make her turn around.
"For the past few days you've been really out of it. You know, less insults and more staring off into space. Are you on drugs?" she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Hey, a guy can dream about his car if he wants to."
"You don't have a car."
"Scott's car, whatever."
At that moment Rogue looked behind her and gave John a quick smile before turning back to the worksheet they were supposed to be doing.
John, caught off guard, smiled back.
Jubilee snorted, "Car, my ass, " she muttered.
"I don't get this." Rogue threw down her pencil and sat back to glare at her genetics homework she had been working on for the past 45 minutes.
John, who had planted himself next to her, glanced at her homework. "Sorry, can't help ya. I'm a chemistry kind of man."
Rogue sighed. "Oh, screw it. I'll do it tomorrow."
"Now that's the spirit. Why can't we have more procrastination in our school?"
"Because then nothing would get done" Rogue offered.
"Oh, things would get done. They'd just get done late. Very late."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching.
"Uh, almost midnight."
"Damn, I'm tired. But I really need to get to my other assignments..."
"Yeah, cause of course you've been staying up every night working vigorously on your genetics homework and just haven't had time to work on anything else, right?"
"Shut up, John," but she smiled. "I want to go to bed, but I don't."
"We're just a little indecisive today aren't we?"
There was a short pause, then-
"Come here," said Rogue. She turned her body on the couch to face him and sat Indian style on the couch. Then she started playing patty-cakes with him.
This utterly baffled John. "And we chose this as opposed to staring off into space?"
Rogue laughed, a smile breaking out on her face. "I used to do this with my mother when I was little," she giggled. "I haven't done this in so long."
John suddenly caught her hands in his.
Rogue, still smiling, asked, "What?"
"Come here." John pulled her closer to him so that their legs were touching. He was still holding her hands.
"John, what are you-"
"Just, I want to see something real quick."
"What do you want to see," she asked, tilting her head.
"Just, I want to see." before she had time to react, he had planted his lips on hers.
Rogue's eyes widened in shock, but before she could push him away, he had already backed off.
"John, did I hurt you?" Rogue asked in a pained voice.
John sat back slightly, shaking his head clear it of any dizziness; "I'm fine." His said, voice cracking.
"John, are you sure?" she asked, smiling ever so slightly, holding back the urge to make fun of him because of his voice. She knew she could have killed him just then, but it was funny to hear the great pyro sound like a 13-year-old.
"Yeah," trying to sound nonchalant. He looked at her. "Yeah."
Rogue bit her lip, still looking worried.
"Hey, you've touched on to me for longer than this before."
"Yeah, but that was different."
John leaned forward and pecked her quickly on the cheek. "It's fine."
ANIME ADDICTED-sort of confused, but it's cool that you liked it.
DARKPRINCESSPYRO99-I'm really glad you're enjoying this, I didn't know if anyone would, but thanks. I'll try to update more often, its just I have all these tests and homework, which I really should be doing right now.
Disclaimer-do you actually think I'd be writing this if I owned the X-men?
Italics- thoughts
DREAMING OF YOU
For the next few days, Rogue dominated most of John's thoughts. Every time they talked he couldn't help letting the phrase Damn, she's hot, slip into his mind. He tried pushing these feelings to the back of his head, knowing that she was probably still hung over on Bobby, no matter how much she bitched about him. But every time he'd see her, all was forgotten, and John was left looking like a dumbass for staring at her with his mouth open.
"John, what's wrong with you." Jubilee asked one day in class.
"What?" John snapped out of his reverie. He had been staring at the back of Rogue's head for the last 30 minutes, trying to will thoughts into her brain to make her turn around.
"For the past few days you've been really out of it. You know, less insults and more staring off into space. Are you on drugs?" she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"Hey, a guy can dream about his car if he wants to."
"You don't have a car."
"Scott's car, whatever."
At that moment Rogue looked behind her and gave John a quick smile before turning back to the worksheet they were supposed to be doing.
John, caught off guard, smiled back.
Jubilee snorted, "Car, my ass, " she muttered.
"I don't get this." Rogue threw down her pencil and sat back to glare at her genetics homework she had been working on for the past 45 minutes.
John, who had planted himself next to her, glanced at her homework. "Sorry, can't help ya. I'm a chemistry kind of man."
Rogue sighed. "Oh, screw it. I'll do it tomorrow."
"Now that's the spirit. Why can't we have more procrastination in our school?"
"Because then nothing would get done" Rogue offered.
"Oh, things would get done. They'd just get done late. Very late."
Rogue rolled her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked, stretching.
"Uh, almost midnight."
"Damn, I'm tired. But I really need to get to my other assignments..."
"Yeah, cause of course you've been staying up every night working vigorously on your genetics homework and just haven't had time to work on anything else, right?"
"Shut up, John," but she smiled. "I want to go to bed, but I don't."
"We're just a little indecisive today aren't we?"
There was a short pause, then-
"Come here," said Rogue. She turned her body on the couch to face him and sat Indian style on the couch. Then she started playing patty-cakes with him.
This utterly baffled John. "And we chose this as opposed to staring off into space?"
Rogue laughed, a smile breaking out on her face. "I used to do this with my mother when I was little," she giggled. "I haven't done this in so long."
John suddenly caught her hands in his.
Rogue, still smiling, asked, "What?"
"Come here." John pulled her closer to him so that their legs were touching. He was still holding her hands.
"John, what are you-"
"Just, I want to see something real quick."
"What do you want to see," she asked, tilting her head.
"Just, I want to see." before she had time to react, he had planted his lips on hers.
Rogue's eyes widened in shock, but before she could push him away, he had already backed off.
"John, did I hurt you?" Rogue asked in a pained voice.
John sat back slightly, shaking his head clear it of any dizziness; "I'm fine." His said, voice cracking.
"John, are you sure?" she asked, smiling ever so slightly, holding back the urge to make fun of him because of his voice. She knew she could have killed him just then, but it was funny to hear the great pyro sound like a 13-year-old.
"Yeah," trying to sound nonchalant. He looked at her. "Yeah."
Rogue bit her lip, still looking worried.
"Hey, you've touched on to me for longer than this before."
"Yeah, but that was different."
John leaned forward and pecked her quickly on the cheek. "It's fine."