A/N I'm doing all I can to write during the week. Thank you for not giving up on me. I hope you enjoy this next chapter. I based it off of one of my camping experiences.

Chapter 30

To Tents and Beans and Balls

Grownup talk, that's what Logan said they were doing.

Since we were kids, the four of us got sent to go set up the seven tents, one for Rogue and I, one for John and Bobby, one for Storm and Jean, one for Mystique, one for Magneto, one for Kurt, and one for Logan.

Bobby finished setting up a tent, and walked over to Rogue, who was trying to light a small portable stove.

John was sitting apart from us, staring at his hands and I remembered his Zippo in my back pocket.

I whistled and he looked up. I tossed his lighter to him and he caught it single handedly. As soon as the lighter made contact with his flesh, he started flicking it.

Rogue shot me a dirty look.

"You could help, you know. " she said to John.

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, the stove erupted into a large flame. Bobby gasped and jumped away, and then shot John a dirty look.

I watched the exchange between the two boys and found it rather amusing, but Rogue stalked into the tent, clearly not stoked.

"I'll go see what's up with her." I said to Bobby, and followed Rogue into the tent, zipping it up behind me.

"I swear, I don't know if those two are best friends or worst enemies some days. They're gonna kill each other one day." she grumbled, flopping down onto a sleeping bag.

"Maybe." I said, sitting down next to her, pulling out my black camisole and boy shorts for a third night in a row. I had already decided I was gonna burn them when I got back to the mansion.

I stripped off my shirt and pulled the camisole over my head quickly, when I heard a BANG and something that sounded wet hit my side of the tent, quickly followed by shouting and swearing.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" I heard Logan shout.

"I DIDN'T DO IT! I SWEAR! IT WAS BOBBY!" Came John's immediate disclaimer.

"Jesus Christ." I muttered.

"YOU'RE THE ONE WITH THE LIGHTER! HOW COULD I HAVE DONE IT?" Bobby argued.

"YOU TOOK IT FROM ME LIKE YOU ALWAYS DO!" John insisted.

"YOU WERE TRYING TO MAKE THE BEANS COOK FASTER!" Bobby yelled.

"WELL, IT WORKED, DIDN'T IT?" John shot back.

"THE CAN EXPLODED, YOU FREAKING IDIOT!" Bobby cried.

"I DIDN'T SAY THEY STAYED IN THE CAN, ICEBALLS!" John shouted.

This continued for about another five minutes.

I finished getting changed, waited for Rogue to finish, and went outside to see what had happened.

"…And in the mean time, I'm separating you two. Rogue, you go with Bobby to his tent. Anna, I'm sorry I'm sticking you with this bean-flinging psycho in the bean-flung tent." Logan instructed us.

I glanced at the tent where beans were trailing down the side.

"That's your side of the tent." I said, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest.

"Before you guys go to bed, I wanna remind you of something. When God made teenage boys, he didn't plan far enough ahead, and therefore only gave them enough blood to operate either the brain or the penis at a time, but not both. Use your brain, not your balls." Logan said, glaring at Bobby and John.

"Thanks Logan. God only knows what I might have done if we hadn't had this chat." John said sarcastically.

I shoved John and stalked back to the tent with him following behind.

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