Disclaimer: These are not my characters, Marvel owns them. Just borrowing.
CHAPTER 2
In my room, I couldn't believe what I was about to do. Part of me was trying to pack as fast as I could. The other part was trying to be rational and think about what I was about to do. So the two parts conferred and the verdict was…the irrational part of me won and I packed a small bag of essentials since we were traveling by motorcycle.
Ten minutes after entering my room, I left with the bag and headed to Logan's room. I knocked but after a few minutes, Logan didn't answer. So I headed to Scott's room and slid his note under the door. Then I headed to the Professor's office and left his note. I guess everyone had the same idea, I thought as I headed to the garage, not seeing anyone as I made my way through the mansion.
Stepping through the door, I scanned the garage for Logan's bike, only to find it MIA. What gives, I thought, trying not to get upset. Control is one of those things I can't afford to lose. My mutant ability is controlling the weather but my control is greatly influenced by my emotions. So if I'm happy, the sun shines brighter. If I'm sad, it rains gently but if I'm angry, watch out. Thunder, lightning, hale, the whole nine yards, so I try to keep my emotions in check. But I'm only human right, so sometimes, I can't help myself.
This was not one of those times. I looked around once more, giving Logan the benefit of doubt, hoping he moved it to a different location. Still not seeing it, I sigh a dejected sigh and slowly turned to go back inside. Before I could take a step, the garage door opened, and I turned to see beautiful sight…a smiling Logan sitting on his bike, holding out a helmet for me. You may laugh and think Logan ain't beautiful, but when you're in love with someone, they're beautiful to you.
Seeing him, smiling at me, I smiled back, fighting the urge to run to him and fling my arms around him and smother him with kisses. Maybe one day I will be able to do that. Anyway, I grab the helmet, put it on over my unruly white hair (I didn't comb it…like I said, no desire) and hopped on.
"Ready, Ro?" he asked over his shoulder.
"Ready," I answered, wrapping my arms around his muscular torso, laying my head on his back.
Revving the motor, Logan guided us through the gate and we were gone, following the winding path, to a destination unknown to either of us.