Apologies all around! Grr...i've been terrible with getting these up! MIDTERMS ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE! (Math tomorrow- wish me luck :[ )
Anywhoser, i promise i will be much faster with the next ones and as a sign of my sorry-ness, i'm going to post two today!
I'm also going to stick a 'quote of the chapter' up whenever i post!
WARNING: QUOTE OF THE CHAPTER WILL HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH CHAPTER WHATSOEVER
"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is chinese, the Swiss hold the America's cup, France is accusing the US of arrognance, germany doesn't want to go to war, and the most powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colon."
Bobby sighed and flopped down on his bed. He rubbed his temples agonizingly. Fighting with John always made him tired. It was like a workout and dealing with a child all wrapped into one.
Bobby knew that Johnny hated the fact that he kept him a secret and he did feel bad, but really, he was in the right. Wasn't he?
Yes, Bobby decided, he was. Johnny was the one being immature. How did not telling the X-Men that he was gay affect their relationship? It didn't. Did it?
No, it didn't. Bobby groaned. He was sick of fighting with himself. Johnny shouldn't be so juvenile. He knew Bobby loved him or Bobby wouldn't have saved his ass at Alcatraz!
Alcatraz.
There were some less than fun memories that had been floating around in Bobby's head for months.
-----------------Several Months Ago- Alcatraz Island- The Final Battle-------------------
Jean was dead, Logan was a wreck, and Bobby had no idea where any of his other team members were. But he didn't really care about any of them. The one person he really cared about was most likely dead and it was all Bobby's fault.
He had stopped his flames. He could have killed Bobby. He was about to kill Bobby. But he stopped. And what did Bobby do?
Stood up and head-butted him.
So he was knocked out cold and was probably dead. Bobby had to find him. He couldn't live with himself if he didn't.
He searched frantically through the rubble for ten minutes before he found something: a lighter with shark-teeth painted on it.
"Johnny?" Bobby called desperately, "Johnny?"
No response.
It was then that Bobby saw it: a hand sticking out from behind a large rock. He looked behind the rock and there he was.
John was passed out where he had fallen. There was a bump on his head the size of a softball. Bobby's heart lurched at the sight.
He had done that.
A million options ran through Bobby's head. He could sneak Johnny on the jet. But, even if he didn't get caught, John would run the minute he awoke. He could ask one of the X-Men for help, but they would never help a traitor. He could look for Magneto. No, wait, Logan had cured him.
Just as Bobby had about given up, and just try to sneak John onto the jet, a mutant that Bobby had never seen walked by. He was limping slightly, but seemed relatively unharmed.
Bobby gathered John in his arms and ran up to him, "Are you a member of the Brotherhood?"
The mutant turned around, "Yeah. Who's asking?"
"Bo- uh, Iceman."
"Oh," The mutant glanced down and John, passed out in Bobby's arms, and smirked, "What do you want?"
Bobby opened his mouth to speak but he was interrupted by Storm calling, "Bobby!"
"I- just take him with you?" Bobby asked the mutant.
The mutant scoffed, "Oh, please. This kid deserves to be stuck here," and turned to walk away.
Bobby supported John with one hand and grabbed the mutant's shoulder with his other
"Please!" he pleaded, "I have to go!"
"So take the brat with you."
"I can't. He would… I mean he wouldn't…I…just please take him."
"Bobby!" Storm yelled, "Where are you?!"
"Fine!" the mutant groaned, "If you'll shut up, I'll take the brat."
"Thanks," Bobby sighed, "And could you tell him…"
"What?"
"Nothing…" and Bobby ran off.
-----------------A few months after----------------
Bobby was sitting in his room when his cell phone went off. He picked it up and stared at the unrecognizable number. The caller was unknown, but he flipped his phone open and answered it anyway.
"Hello?"
"Iceman."
Bobby almost dropped his phone, "Johnny?"
The line went dead.
"Shit," he muttered. Bobby quickly hit redial.
"Hey," came the voice the other end.
"Hey Pyro," Bobby corrected.
"You learn quick."
"I try."
"I know."
Bobby sighed. He wished that Johnny would try to understand him a little better. He'd spent their entire friendship and their relationship trying to understand Johnny. This was more than he felt like dealing with right now. He needed a distraction, or at the very least, a drink.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Bobby? Darlin' are you in here?"
"Yeah, Marie. Come in."
Marie walked through the door. Her smile turned into a frown when she spotted her boyfriend on the bed, looking distressed.
"What's the matta' Bobby? You look awful stressed."
"Nothing. Just a little tired. Slept crappy last night."
"Aww…." She cooed, "You oughta get some shut-eye. You look like you need it."
"Yeah, probably."
"Well, I'll leave you be. Good night, Bobby. I love you."
There were two things Bobby hated more than anything on Earth: lying, and not fitting in. It was scenarios like this that he was forced to choose the lesser of two evils, in his mind anyway.
"I love you too," He said.
She gave him a chaste peck on the lips, waved, and left the room.
It was times like this that Bobby felt guilty. Guilty for lying to Marie. Guilty for making John upset. But really, he was lying to Marie to stop her from getting hurt. And Johnny was just being immature.
He rolled over to try to get some sleep.
With the sinking feeling that he wasn't in the right at all.
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