Chapter 36
The Plan… That Doesn't Apply To Us
So the plan was really cool sounding. Too bad we had nothing to do with it.
Bobby, Rogue, John and I were left in the Blackbird while everyone else got to go have fun blowing shit up.
About two hours had passed since the adults had left us, with only a, "Don't touch anything."
Rogue was lying down with her head on Bobby's stomach, looking very comfortable. I was perched on a counter, humming Dance of the Robe from Aida, much to everyone else's displeasure.
"This blows." John groaned, from where he was slumped in a chair.
"John, there's nothing we can do about it." Bobby pointed out glumly.
John snorted and leaned back even further, if possible, in the reclined seat.
"I'm gonna see if there's a DVD or something." I announced, jumping off the counter.
"Knock yourself out, dollface." John called sarcastically as I pounded up the stairs.