Caderyn-hehe, sorry about that. My big plan was that they readers would see that she's all angry about seeing the picture and then just assume that she was pissed about them being together and then later they (the readers) would realize it was because she went to see prof. X and found out she can't touch people and. *stares at screen* Maybe not.

Over It

Rogue threw her covers onto the floor. "Where the hell is it?" she half yelled half screamed. "Where the fucking hell is it?!" She went over to her closet, yanking her clothes out. Rogue searched through the pile of clothes that were on the ground, then let out a sigh of relief as she reached down to pull up-

Rogue shot up in bed, her breathing labored, like something was pressing down on her chest. She pulled her hair back from her face, sweat making her hair slick. She sat for a moment before rushing to the bathroom and vomiting.

Looking at herself in the mirror when she was finished, she noticed her face was paler than she had ever seen it. She wasn't sure it was because she just threw up or it was because she wasn't eating as much as she used to. Shaking her head and disregarding the thought, Rogue splashed her face with cold water several times, not bothering to dry it. She glanced at her clock as she walked back into her room.

"1:30, that's great." Pulling her blanket close to her, she couldn't help but to despair. John had completely blown off the question about him loving her, insisting that they had her hand taken care of. Kitty wasn't back yet, not that she'd be talking to her about John anyway. She could never talk to Kitty about being depressed, it seemed like Kitty was always happy. It wouldn't make things better if she depressed the hell out of her anyway. Maybe when she gets back her energy will just rub off on Rogue like it used to.

Rogue closed her eyes for a moment, fighting to remember what she had been dreaming about. She had been looking for something, but what that was she couldn't remember. "Whatever." Pulling her covers over her head Rogue tried as she might to fall asleep, but it wasn't until early morning that she found sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Hey, Rogue."

Rogue forced herself into a tight smile as Bobby approached her. "Hi. Uh, let me clear this shit away." Rogue moved over numerous books and papers she had been staring at off to the side.

Bobby opened his mouth, then closed it.

"Um, do you need something?" inquired Rogue, an eyebrow raised slightly.

"Well, see."he rubbed the back of his neck. "I kind of need your help."

"Okay, shoot."

"Well, the thing is I don't know what to get Kitty for our one month anniversary." Bobby cringed slightly. "I didn't really know who else to ask and since you guys are rooming together I figured you'd know her better than most people.sorry."

"Oh, no, that's fine." Rogue replied, slightly flustered. "Has it really been that long?"

"Yeah, in about a week." He seemed relieved that she wasn't mad at him.

"Oh," she nodded, then shook herself mentally. "Anyway, um, I know she likes jewelry."

Bobby let out a small sigh. "I figured."

"And, um, well, you could get her some good CD's to listen to. I mean, you'd be helping me out, too."

Bobby smiled. "Yeah, she said you don't really like her choice in music."

"I'm not much of a fan of past American Idol contestants."

"I didn't think so."

After a moment or two of silence Bobby spoke. "I better get going, she's coming back around three. But thanks. I really had no idea what to get her."

"No problem. It's not a big deal."

Smiling, Bobby stood up and left, leaving Rogue feeling more depressed than she had earlier that morning.