I would respond to all your reviews individually, but I'm lazy and I think
I'm going crazy. I seriously just spent like 10 seconds trying to remember
how to spell reviews. I guess that's what heartbreak will do to you.and
excessive homework. *sigh*. But never mind that. Does anyone like Bobby? I
mean, I know that I'm writing a ryro, but still, we have to give the kid
some credit. Oh well, personally I think the he's hot and I liked the guy.
And no, nothing like this has ever happened to me, well, sorta. I'll
probably end up explaining at a later date. Anywho, majority wins, and so
does John.
I'm no longer putting disclaimers on my stories; Stan Lee can sue my ass for all I care right now. But I guess I do have to add that I didn't come up with the title. God bless The Used.
Poetic Tragedy
Sitting on a wooden bench in the garden, Rogue rubbed her temples, trying to stave off a headache. She was feeling nauseous. She groaned, "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up." But all the same she stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder and started her trek to her last period.
"Hey-hey, Rogue." Someone called from behind her.
She turned to see who was calling her name.
"Hey, Peter!" she said, seeing his approaching figure. His thick arms glistened slightly in the afternoon sun. The human colossus when he took his armored form.
"May I have the honors of walking you to class this fine evening?" his Russian accent charmed her.
"Well, seeing as you're in my class, I guess you'd be walking yourself."
"It's the thought that counts."
Rogue laughed. "Any thing on your mind?"
"See, I wanted to ask you a question. Now that you and Bobby are done, I wanted to know if I could have him, he's just so delectable," he finished the sentence with the straightest face he could manage, and failing miserably.
"Well, Kitty already got first dibs, but you know, if that doesn't work out."
Peter grinned. "How is everything between the two of you?"
"I don't know, I mean, it was weird at first, but now it's getting better. It's worse with him and John."
"Yeah, Bobby told me about that."
Rogue sighed. "Is he upset, I mean, really?"
"He's more shocked than anything. He never thought that you and John really made all that sense together. But I guess any thing's possible."
"You mean you never thought that John and I would make a good couple?"
"I just never thought about it. You always seemed like the type that would go for the guy who would treat you nice."
"John treats me fine." She said somewhat defensively.
"I never said he didn't, its just Bobby's the type who would take care of you." Peter took a seat next to Rogue's.
Rogue was about to argue her case further when Professor X silenced the class.
"Since we finished Franny and Zooey, I figured we could start on The Catcher in the Rye. Has anyone heard of it?"
Rogue and several others raised their hands. "Well, for those of you who haven't I'll give a brief summary." Rogue was too lost in her own thoughts to pay much attention to the Professor, besides, she had read the book a hundred times before. She could practically recite it by heart.
But what she was thinking most about was what Peter said to her. She and Bobby had made sense, sure, but that didn't mean that her and John didn't either. People just don't know him as well as I do. But then a thought came to her mind, how well do I really now him? John didn't like to speak about his past. Actually, come to think of it, he never had. She didn't know about his past except that he most likely came from a broken home and his family didn't care about him.
But what did the past matter, it was over with and done. All that matter was that John cared for her and she felt the same way. But Bobby was still on her mind. She pushed all thoughts about them to the back of her head, including the lingering feeling she still had for him.
"Rogue," a firm but gentle voice brought her back to reality. "Is everything alright?" the professor inquired.
"Yeah," she mentally shook herself. "I'm sorry, I must be tired."
"I was just telling the class that I have copies of Catcher if you need one and we'll begin reading tomorrow." He gave her a smile.
"Okay, thanks." She gathered up her books, ready to head out the door as soon as the bell rang eager to get out and hide from Peter. She didn't feel up to talking about her, uh, relationships.
The bell rang some 30 minutes later and Rogue rushed out. She walked down the halls, her bag half-way zipped and books spilling out of her arms.
"Someone looks like they're in a hurry."
Rogue looked up as John stooped quickly to catch a book that had tumbled from her arms. "I'm just trying to get away from someone."
"Not from me I hope. Cause you know I'd just have to chase you." His eye twinkled. She gave a smile and took her book from his outstretched hand. Her hand brushed his lightly and she remembered she had forgotten to put her gloves on. "Oh, shit," she said as she pulled back her hands.
"What?"
"I forgot my gloves."
"Well, I've touched you before." He smiled impishly.
"Yeah, but I never forget them. It's like my second skin." Sighing, Rogue looked to the direction of her dormitory. She was supposed to meet Kitty in a 10 minutes to go see a movie. They had both agreed to go see a stress reliever right after school. "I better go get them."
"I'll tag along with my favorite lady." He put his arm around her shoulder.
"I better be your favorite lady."
"One and only. Well, except for my other girlfriends, but out of all them you're my favorite."
Rogue laughed and pushed John off her. "If you're going to put it that wa-" her last word caught in her throat. She felt a sharp pain in her temples. The pain intensified considerably as she dropped her books and pressed her hands against the side of her head.
"Rogue. Rogue, what's wrong." John caught her before she could fall down to the ground. "Help! Hel-Bobby!" Bobby walked out of an adjacent room and ran towards the crouched Rogue.
"What's wrong with her?" Bobby demanded as he helped John hold her up.
The pain in her head made her feel like it was going to explode. Her eyes began to tear up and she couldn't see.
"We need to get her to Hank." *Professor! * Bobby contacted Professor X mentally.
*I'm here*
*Rogue, she-*
*Yes, I'm coming*
No sooner than the thought entered his mind, he saw the professor rolling down the hallway with Dr. Hank McCoy running beside him. Hank reached them first.
"What happened?" he scooped Rogue into his furry arms, lifting her thin frame with ease.
"I-I don't know. We were walking and she just clamped her hands over her head and fell down." John replied.
"We need to get her to the lab immediately," Hank said, already trotting away with the squirming Rogue in his arms.
"Professor." John caught his arm. "She's going to be okay, right?" he said, more of a statement than a question.
"I'm sure she'll be fine. I'll send someone to get you," he looked at John and then to Bobby's worried face, "both of you when we find out more." With that he turned around to follow Hank, leaving Bobby and John with nothing to do but watch their retreating backs.
Sorry if that really sucked. I've been really distracted lately and can't seem concentrate. But I promise I'll get better, after this week I should be fine. I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with the next chapter, I have an idea, but suggestions are always appreciated. ( A reading suggestion, Catcher in the Rye, if you didn't already get the hint. J. D. Salinger at his best, so it would be groovy if y'all looked into it. And I like Linkin Park, too, but SP still kicks ass.
I'm no longer putting disclaimers on my stories; Stan Lee can sue my ass for all I care right now. But I guess I do have to add that I didn't come up with the title. God bless The Used.
Poetic Tragedy
Sitting on a wooden bench in the garden, Rogue rubbed her temples, trying to stave off a headache. She was feeling nauseous. She groaned, "I just want to go to sleep and never wake up." But all the same she stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder and started her trek to her last period.
"Hey-hey, Rogue." Someone called from behind her.
She turned to see who was calling her name.
"Hey, Peter!" she said, seeing his approaching figure. His thick arms glistened slightly in the afternoon sun. The human colossus when he took his armored form.
"May I have the honors of walking you to class this fine evening?" his Russian accent charmed her.
"Well, seeing as you're in my class, I guess you'd be walking yourself."
"It's the thought that counts."
Rogue laughed. "Any thing on your mind?"
"See, I wanted to ask you a question. Now that you and Bobby are done, I wanted to know if I could have him, he's just so delectable," he finished the sentence with the straightest face he could manage, and failing miserably.
"Well, Kitty already got first dibs, but you know, if that doesn't work out."
Peter grinned. "How is everything between the two of you?"
"I don't know, I mean, it was weird at first, but now it's getting better. It's worse with him and John."
"Yeah, Bobby told me about that."
Rogue sighed. "Is he upset, I mean, really?"
"He's more shocked than anything. He never thought that you and John really made all that sense together. But I guess any thing's possible."
"You mean you never thought that John and I would make a good couple?"
"I just never thought about it. You always seemed like the type that would go for the guy who would treat you nice."
"John treats me fine." She said somewhat defensively.
"I never said he didn't, its just Bobby's the type who would take care of you." Peter took a seat next to Rogue's.
Rogue was about to argue her case further when Professor X silenced the class.
"Since we finished Franny and Zooey, I figured we could start on The Catcher in the Rye. Has anyone heard of it?"
Rogue and several others raised their hands. "Well, for those of you who haven't I'll give a brief summary." Rogue was too lost in her own thoughts to pay much attention to the Professor, besides, she had read the book a hundred times before. She could practically recite it by heart.
But what she was thinking most about was what Peter said to her. She and Bobby had made sense, sure, but that didn't mean that her and John didn't either. People just don't know him as well as I do. But then a thought came to her mind, how well do I really now him? John didn't like to speak about his past. Actually, come to think of it, he never had. She didn't know about his past except that he most likely came from a broken home and his family didn't care about him.
But what did the past matter, it was over with and done. All that matter was that John cared for her and she felt the same way. But Bobby was still on her mind. She pushed all thoughts about them to the back of her head, including the lingering feeling she still had for him.
"Rogue," a firm but gentle voice brought her back to reality. "Is everything alright?" the professor inquired.
"Yeah," she mentally shook herself. "I'm sorry, I must be tired."
"I was just telling the class that I have copies of Catcher if you need one and we'll begin reading tomorrow." He gave her a smile.
"Okay, thanks." She gathered up her books, ready to head out the door as soon as the bell rang eager to get out and hide from Peter. She didn't feel up to talking about her, uh, relationships.
The bell rang some 30 minutes later and Rogue rushed out. She walked down the halls, her bag half-way zipped and books spilling out of her arms.
"Someone looks like they're in a hurry."
Rogue looked up as John stooped quickly to catch a book that had tumbled from her arms. "I'm just trying to get away from someone."
"Not from me I hope. Cause you know I'd just have to chase you." His eye twinkled. She gave a smile and took her book from his outstretched hand. Her hand brushed his lightly and she remembered she had forgotten to put her gloves on. "Oh, shit," she said as she pulled back her hands.
"What?"
"I forgot my gloves."
"Well, I've touched you before." He smiled impishly.
"Yeah, but I never forget them. It's like my second skin." Sighing, Rogue looked to the direction of her dormitory. She was supposed to meet Kitty in a 10 minutes to go see a movie. They had both agreed to go see a stress reliever right after school. "I better go get them."
"I'll tag along with my favorite lady." He put his arm around her shoulder.
"I better be your favorite lady."
"One and only. Well, except for my other girlfriends, but out of all them you're my favorite."
Rogue laughed and pushed John off her. "If you're going to put it that wa-" her last word caught in her throat. She felt a sharp pain in her temples. The pain intensified considerably as she dropped her books and pressed her hands against the side of her head.
"Rogue. Rogue, what's wrong." John caught her before she could fall down to the ground. "Help! Hel-Bobby!" Bobby walked out of an adjacent room and ran towards the crouched Rogue.
"What's wrong with her?" Bobby demanded as he helped John hold her up.
The pain in her head made her feel like it was going to explode. Her eyes began to tear up and she couldn't see.
"We need to get her to Hank." *Professor! * Bobby contacted Professor X mentally.
*I'm here*
*Rogue, she-*
*Yes, I'm coming*
No sooner than the thought entered his mind, he saw the professor rolling down the hallway with Dr. Hank McCoy running beside him. Hank reached them first.
"What happened?" he scooped Rogue into his furry arms, lifting her thin frame with ease.
"I-I don't know. We were walking and she just clamped her hands over her head and fell down." John replied.
"We need to get her to the lab immediately," Hank said, already trotting away with the squirming Rogue in his arms.
"Professor." John caught his arm. "She's going to be okay, right?" he said, more of a statement than a question.
"I'm sure she'll be fine. I'll send someone to get you," he looked at John and then to Bobby's worried face, "both of you when we find out more." With that he turned around to follow Hank, leaving Bobby and John with nothing to do but watch their retreating backs.
Sorry if that really sucked. I've been really distracted lately and can't seem concentrate. But I promise I'll get better, after this week I should be fine. I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with the next chapter, I have an idea, but suggestions are always appreciated. ( A reading suggestion, Catcher in the Rye, if you didn't already get the hint. J. D. Salinger at his best, so it would be groovy if y'all looked into it. And I like Linkin Park, too, but SP still kicks ass.