1 Saturday.
Rogue woke to the sound of footsteps outside her door. It made sense, since Saturday was the day every kid in the school went out to pretend they were normal. Well, every kid that could pretend anyway. Hollering in the hallway made her wake up more.
"C'mon Kurt let's go!" "Angel! Angel can you fly us there instead?" "Just go to the cars.."
Rogue rubbed her eyes and sat up, looking around her dark room in a daze. Where are Kurt and Angel going? Of course, Angel and Kurt didn't care how they looked in public. What was it about their appearance that made them feel completely at home in any place? Maybe she was just vain..
"Well of course I am.." Rogue said aloud. "I get angry at my boyfriend for not being able to touch me.. Fuck.."
Rogue flopped back down on her bed and closed her eyes, waiting for the darkness of sleep to consume her and make everything perfect. She liked to dream, liked where her thoughts took her, liked the way they found a way around being what she was. Her dreams were her perfect escape. Falling back into her R.E.M cycle, a soft knock came from the door, and Rogue opened her eyes and looked towards the door in an agitated way. Deciding that ignoring the door was a bad idea, she pulled her comforter back and slipped from her bed. Shivering in the cool air of her room, her bare arms and legs showing from her tank top and knee shorts P.J set, Rogue crossed the room and wrenched the door open.
Bobby was standing there, looking guilty and upset.
"What's wrong?" Rogue asked, immediately switching from agitated to concern.
"I think we need to talk..." Bobby replied. "Can I come in?"
Logan walked in from the garage, passing Kurt and Angel on the way and steering clear of the other children. He didn't particularly enjoy Xaivier's school, and were it not for Rogue and Jean, he would have left months ago. Sticking an un-lit cigar between his teeth, he poked his head inside the small kitchen area by the living room, where Gambit had conveniently been stealing a box of cookies from the cupboard.
"What in the hell're you doing?" Logan cocked an eyebrow to Gambit as he set the box of cookies on the counter and sighed.
"I.. Was hungry?"
"And the real reason?" Logan sat down at the island, propping his elbow up on the top to take the cigar out.
"I was taking them to Rogue. She was pretty upset last night, so I wanted to go in there with these - " Gambit held up the package. "And try and cheer her up.."
"Playing the nice guy card isn't going to get you any, Cajun."
Gambit's eyes flared, as his vision started to turn red. Clenching his fists to his sides, he growled at Logan. "What is it exactly, mutt, that you hate about me liking Rogue? The fact that she's with Bobby, or the fact that you're in love with her?"
Logan, about to jump to his feet and start shredding Gambit into pieces, stopped as a scream resonated from the floor above them. The screams then turned into shouts, and from shouts to sobbing. Gambit and Logan stared at each other for a long moment before bolting out the door and to the elevators.
Logan and Gambit got to Rogues room just as Bobby bolted from it, having pillows and breakables being thrown at him. Bobby hit the wall, and spun to face Rogue, making everything she threw at him freeze and fall to the ground.
"Would you just stop for a minute!" He yelled, as the gift he gave her for her birthday froze and smashed onto the ground.
Jean and storm ran up on the other side of the hallway and stared at Logan, who was dumb struck and staring at the scene in front of him. Jean gave him a stare that reeked of 'Why haven't you stopped this?' and made a barrier between Bobby and the flying objects. Storm pulled Bobby away from Rogues room and gave him a hard stare "You should go."
"No, I have to explain to her - "
"No Bobby, you don't. Go."
Jean crossed the hall, stepping over the broken nic nac's and pillows, and took Logan by the arm. She pulled him down the hall and waited until they were out of ear shot to talk to him.
"Why didn't you stop her?" She whispered, harsh and angrily.
"What did you expect me to do? Jump in front of Bobby? Wrestle Rogue to the ground?" Logan remembered all too well what it felt like to pass out from touching Rogue's skin. He didn't like that feeling.
"Y'know, maybe I did. Maybe I expected you to be responsible, like - "
"Like who Jean? Cyclops? You want me to be like your man? So I can what? Be another guy that'll do anything for you, but can't have you?"
Since Jeans hand was still clamped to his arm he grabbed her wrist and pulled it off, taking the other one in his other hand. Logan's head fell as he thought about what he was doing. Jean was taking a toll on him. More than any woman had, and he couldn't take it anymore.
