Shitaka-Where are you shopping? I got mine for $30, but whatever. I
thought I'd post just so you people wouldn't think I was dead or something.
Considering it's been a while, so excuse the rusty writing. I don't know,
what are you in the mood to read? I'd be delighted to hear some ideas.
Asleep Reprise
Rogue sat in her bed, staring out the window. She rubbed her temples in an attempt to stave off a migraine.
"Rogue."
She heard a voice calling her from somewhere, but it didn't matter. If she ignored it long enough it might go away.
"Rogue!"
"Huh?" she finally turned around. Jubilee was standing in her doorway.
"What's wrong with you, I've been calling your name for like five minutes." Jubilee placed her hands on her hips, the gesture making her seem like she was an impatient mother scolding her child. "Do you want to go to get something to eat or what?"
"Uh, who's going?"
"I don't know, me, John, Peter, Kitty and I think Bobby. We're going to Carrabba's or Friday's or something."
"Yeah, sure. Oh, but I spent all my money and I need to save up for some books I need to buy."
"Whatever, you can steal from the tip jar, just come. It'll be fun I swear. You can wear my top I know you've been staring at for, like, a month."
Rogue forced herself to smile. "Yeah, alright. It will be fun."
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Rogue was sitting next to John and Kitty 30 minutes later in a packed Carrabba's.
"Are you okay?" John asked her in a low voice as the rest of pack filed into their seats.
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't know, you just seem really quiet."
Rogue squeezed out another smile. She didn't know why this was so hard. "I'm fine. Really."
John still looked uncertain, but didn't argue. "Alright." He turned his attention to the rest of the table. Peter began telling a story about when he first came to Xavier's. It had something to do with an ice sculpture and his tongue.
Rogue's attention drifted to the table next to theirs. A man and a woman sat with their glasses filled with wine. Their expressions were somber the man wasn't talking, listening to what the girl had to say. Her voice drifted into Rogue's range of hearing.
"...I have other people to fulfill the needs that I need. People who care about me. I don't need a guy who goes out with his friends and gets wasted every weekend. I just think this is better for the both of us..." blah blah blah.
Rogue didn't need to hear the rest of their conversation to know what she was going to say. It was so predictable, every line was the same as before only with different words. 'It's not you, it's me', but what she's really thinking is that it is you. You're the reason I'm not happy; it's not me who changed.
Rogue looked away from their table, not being able to stand it any longer. She gazed around the circular table, watching Peter talk but not hearing a word of it. She turned her gaze to John who had a smile on his face that turned into laughter.
When Rogue finally realized she was the only one at the table not joining in on the amusement, she let out a chuckle and picked up her menu. She was hungry, but it seemed like the only way to distract herself. When everything looked unappetizing, so she stood up.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Oh, I'll go with you." Jubilee began to rise, but Rogue stopped her.
"No, that's okay. I'm just going to be a minute, really. Order without me."
Jubilee hovered over her chair for a moment before Peter pulled her down. "Yeah, okay."
When Rogue finally found the bathroom, she entered a stall, she pulled the lid down and sat down. She began to cry, but then stopped, not realizing what she was even crying about. "God, what the hell's wrong with me."
She pulled out her compact and studied her face. She was paler than usual and her eyes were slightly bloodshot. Rogue opened the stall door and washed her face several times in the sink and dried her face. She applied some make up in an attempt to look better than she felt.
When she returned to the table, they had set drinks in front of everyone.
"I just got water for you, since I didn't know what you wanted." John said, pulling out her chair slightly as she approached.
"That's fine."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yes. No. I don't know, I don't feel all that great. I think I'm just going to head back to the mansion."
"Are you sure?" that was Jubilee. "Maybe you'll feel better after you eat something."
"No, I'm just really tired. I think I'll just get in bed and sleep."
"I'll drive you back." Bobby spoke up. "It's only a couple minutes. Kitty, order for me, will ya?"
"What do you want?"
"I don't know, surprise me." He kissed her on the cheek as he stood up.
John straightened up. "I could drive her back."
"It's my car. Well, my car that I borrowed from Scott. That we can't really fit in...Dude, you don't even have your license yet anyway."
"You don't have your license?" Peter began to smile.
"Shut up. Those cones were really close together."
"I don't know, it seemed pretty easy to me."
"You know what Petey-"
"Bobby, can we go now. Please." There was a hint of desperation on Rogue's voice that Bobby could sense.
"Yeah, sure."
"I'll see you guys later."
After they said their good-byes, Rogue and Bobby sat in the parking lot for a moment.
"Okay, Rogue, what's wrong? Really, I know something's the matter."
"I don't know. I mean, I was fine a couple days ago, when I went out with Kitty. But now it's like everything's bothering me. Like I can't find the time to be happy."
"Well, are you...?" Bobby gave her a sideways glance.
"What?"
"You know." He raised his eyebrows. "Is it that time of the month."
"Oh. No. It's not like that at all. I don't know what's wrong with me."
Bobby started the car. "Maybe you're just having a rough week. It happens to the best of us."
Rogue's eyelids felt heavy. "Yeah, maybe." She leaned her head against the window and shut her eyes. "Thanks for driving me back."
"No problem."
She was asleep before they reached the mansion.
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A/N-It would be super cool if you reviewed. Please.
Asleep Reprise
Rogue sat in her bed, staring out the window. She rubbed her temples in an attempt to stave off a migraine.
"Rogue."
She heard a voice calling her from somewhere, but it didn't matter. If she ignored it long enough it might go away.
"Rogue!"
"Huh?" she finally turned around. Jubilee was standing in her doorway.
"What's wrong with you, I've been calling your name for like five minutes." Jubilee placed her hands on her hips, the gesture making her seem like she was an impatient mother scolding her child. "Do you want to go to get something to eat or what?"
"Uh, who's going?"
"I don't know, me, John, Peter, Kitty and I think Bobby. We're going to Carrabba's or Friday's or something."
"Yeah, sure. Oh, but I spent all my money and I need to save up for some books I need to buy."
"Whatever, you can steal from the tip jar, just come. It'll be fun I swear. You can wear my top I know you've been staring at for, like, a month."
Rogue forced herself to smile. "Yeah, alright. It will be fun."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Rogue was sitting next to John and Kitty 30 minutes later in a packed Carrabba's.
"Are you okay?" John asked her in a low voice as the rest of pack filed into their seats.
"Yeah, why?"
"I don't know, you just seem really quiet."
Rogue squeezed out another smile. She didn't know why this was so hard. "I'm fine. Really."
John still looked uncertain, but didn't argue. "Alright." He turned his attention to the rest of the table. Peter began telling a story about when he first came to Xavier's. It had something to do with an ice sculpture and his tongue.
Rogue's attention drifted to the table next to theirs. A man and a woman sat with their glasses filled with wine. Their expressions were somber the man wasn't talking, listening to what the girl had to say. Her voice drifted into Rogue's range of hearing.
"...I have other people to fulfill the needs that I need. People who care about me. I don't need a guy who goes out with his friends and gets wasted every weekend. I just think this is better for the both of us..." blah blah blah.
Rogue didn't need to hear the rest of their conversation to know what she was going to say. It was so predictable, every line was the same as before only with different words. 'It's not you, it's me', but what she's really thinking is that it is you. You're the reason I'm not happy; it's not me who changed.
Rogue looked away from their table, not being able to stand it any longer. She gazed around the circular table, watching Peter talk but not hearing a word of it. She turned her gaze to John who had a smile on his face that turned into laughter.
When Rogue finally realized she was the only one at the table not joining in on the amusement, she let out a chuckle and picked up her menu. She was hungry, but it seemed like the only way to distract herself. When everything looked unappetizing, so she stood up.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
"Oh, I'll go with you." Jubilee began to rise, but Rogue stopped her.
"No, that's okay. I'm just going to be a minute, really. Order without me."
Jubilee hovered over her chair for a moment before Peter pulled her down. "Yeah, okay."
When Rogue finally found the bathroom, she entered a stall, she pulled the lid down and sat down. She began to cry, but then stopped, not realizing what she was even crying about. "God, what the hell's wrong with me."
She pulled out her compact and studied her face. She was paler than usual and her eyes were slightly bloodshot. Rogue opened the stall door and washed her face several times in the sink and dried her face. She applied some make up in an attempt to look better than she felt.
When she returned to the table, they had set drinks in front of everyone.
"I just got water for you, since I didn't know what you wanted." John said, pulling out her chair slightly as she approached.
"That's fine."
"You sure you're okay?"
"Yes. No. I don't know, I don't feel all that great. I think I'm just going to head back to the mansion."
"Are you sure?" that was Jubilee. "Maybe you'll feel better after you eat something."
"No, I'm just really tired. I think I'll just get in bed and sleep."
"I'll drive you back." Bobby spoke up. "It's only a couple minutes. Kitty, order for me, will ya?"
"What do you want?"
"I don't know, surprise me." He kissed her on the cheek as he stood up.
John straightened up. "I could drive her back."
"It's my car. Well, my car that I borrowed from Scott. That we can't really fit in...Dude, you don't even have your license yet anyway."
"You don't have your license?" Peter began to smile.
"Shut up. Those cones were really close together."
"I don't know, it seemed pretty easy to me."
"You know what Petey-"
"Bobby, can we go now. Please." There was a hint of desperation on Rogue's voice that Bobby could sense.
"Yeah, sure."
"I'll see you guys later."
After they said their good-byes, Rogue and Bobby sat in the parking lot for a moment.
"Okay, Rogue, what's wrong? Really, I know something's the matter."
"I don't know. I mean, I was fine a couple days ago, when I went out with Kitty. But now it's like everything's bothering me. Like I can't find the time to be happy."
"Well, are you...?" Bobby gave her a sideways glance.
"What?"
"You know." He raised his eyebrows. "Is it that time of the month."
"Oh. No. It's not like that at all. I don't know what's wrong with me."
Bobby started the car. "Maybe you're just having a rough week. It happens to the best of us."
Rogue's eyelids felt heavy. "Yeah, maybe." She leaned her head against the window and shut her eyes. "Thanks for driving me back."
"No problem."
She was asleep before they reached the mansion.
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