Chapter 2 (By the way due to the fact that I was told to let it flow, this chapter seems a bit outlandish in some of its dialogue. Tell me your honest opinion and keep reviewing please. Oh and sorry for the crappy momma joke, I couldn't resist.)
Rogue and Bobby were sitting in physics, about to fall asleep to dreams of each other when the obnoxious loudspeaker rang out, disrupting their revelry.
"Rogue and Bobby Drake, please bring yourselves to my office immediately", echoed the crackling Professor.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh." The students rang their embarrass techniques as the reddened flirters made their way out of the spaz crowd.
"Do you think Mr. Clean wants to chastise us for our "inappropriate relations?" Bobby asked. Rogue stood looking into his icy blue eyes. She knew there were many reasons why she liked him so much, but his turquoise eyes truly lured her in, hooking her soul, line and sink.
"Prob'bly. You know he has knew approved of our fling." They opened Professor Xavier'sdoors to find him and Logan uncomfortably conversing.
"Ah. I'm glad you were brisk. How would you two like to go on your first mission.?" Shock swept over their faces like a tidal wave on a beach.
"Please guys, close your mouths. Drool is not a Pine-Sol substitute". Wolverine teased.
"Well would you like to? Hurry up if you do the X-jet takes off in ten" hurried the Professor.
They dashed out of the door and sprinted up to their dorms. Rouge didn't even notice she had run right through Shadowcat on her way up. Rogue opened her door and found Orara waiting with her suit.
"Better hurry, I feel a storm coming and you know how much I hate flying in bad weather." smiled Storm.
Bobby was stripping as fast as lightning, a step ahead of his girlfriend, not even noticing that Cyclops had handed him the suit.
"Holy cra.." Bobby fell to the floor, realizing was in his room and watching him on his striptease.
"Sorry, Ice., didn't mean to scare you. It is just I have to escort to the jet and make sure that your suit actually fits. I didn't say anything about my suit when I first got it, and I suffered through some serious chaffing for like six months. I swear the amount of air you don't get down low is so crazy, and the wedgies I can't even begin…"
"God please stop. TMI to the max man. You really gotta get a grip. I don't need to know about your jewels info. Gosh." Groaned Bobby, still attempting to get into that skin tight outfit.
"Let's get down to the hangar now. Oh, and here's a ten."
"Why are you giving me money. It's not like I'm going to have time to go souvenir shopping." Bobby asked.
"Because I feel I want to support my students in any occupation they may want, even if that job may be professional striper. Besides that was a ten dollar worthy striptease." Cyclops and Iceman jogged towards the basement.
Iceman, still picking at his wedgie (so uncomfortable your fat momma could feel it) walked down to the hangar and met his variety team. Storm, master of the weathers, was piloting the plane with the mind molder, Jean Gray as her co-pilot. Rogue was sitting by Logan while Kurt a.k.a. Nightcrawler was mumbling his pre-departure prayers beside booby's chair.
"Well it looks like all the Bradys are with us. Let's get goin' shall we?" mocked the always optimistic Logan.
"Alright. Rogue and Bobby make sure all your seatbelts are fastened. I doubt we'll have a nice ride today. So hold tight and remember, if anything ever happens listen to us and trust your instincts. " lectured Storm.
The engine roared and oxygen levels fluctuated as the X-Jet took off slowly, weighed down by the worried souls of the Newbies.
