A/N- This is my first stab at x-men, so don't shoot me please (holds up hands in defense)J I don't own x-men and believe me I ain't making any money off of this so no suing!! & Sorry this chapter so short. I can't help it! LATER DAYZ
11/27
I sit in the dark of my room. My thoughts are stuck on her, my Venus, my secret dream goddess. I see her smiling face, and I remember the first day I met her. The way she tried to be brave when I barred my fangs, and the way she secretly depended on me to protect her; though she'd never admit it. Those deep beautiful eyes, those luscious lips, her soft silky hair, her voluptuous body, and her angelic soul continue to haunt my dreams. But she is untouchable. She belongs to someone else but in my dreams and fantasies she's mine. She is my girl. I will protect her, love her, and continue to give myself fully to her, even if she is blind to it. I'm going to try to sleep but so long as this siren's spell is upon me, I shall think of nothing or no one, only her. Sweet dreams, Darlin'
Rogues eye's filled with tears; she knew all too well who Logan had written about…Jean. After years of adoration and love, which she had come to proclaim, when she came upon his journal. He was proclaiming his endless devotion to her. What did Jean Grey have that she did not; besides the fact that Jean was a good 15 years older than her. Rogue closed Logan's journal and placed it back where she had found it. She dried her eyes and exited Logan's room. Her pace through the hallway quickened as her heartbroken emotions died and the jealousy and hatred emotions became dominant. She didn't realize it at first but she was headed straight for Jean's room. Once at the door she removed her gloves and knocked, letting a fake smile come to her face.
"Who is it?" Jean asked, completely unaware of her fate.
"It's Rogue, I'd like to talk to ya for a moment, please", her southern accent still going strong.
The door opened and Jean stepped aside so Rogue could enter. Once Rogue was inside, Jean closed the door and turned around, she found herself face to face with Rogue. Jean looked down at Rogue's hands and a shiver went through her body, and her voice cracked as she said…"Rogue, where are your gloves?"