A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers, it makes me happy!

Disclaimer: (I forgot this, sorry). I don't own the X-Men, just the Gwen character.

One Day Later

"I need money!" Gwen wailed, running into the TV room. Her friends were stretched out over the couch and chairs, watching Pirates of the Caribbean as though it were a preacher giving an inspiring sermon. No one glanced up at her.

"He should have raised your grade," Kitty said blearily, not paying attention at all. "Give me another Twix, Jubes."

Jubilee followed her command and gave the candy to her. She tore the wrapper off and shoved it into her mouth, barely stopping to swallow. It looked as though she was about to go on another rant about how much she hated guys.

Gwen groaned loudly. "And then I said, 'So let's go get a room,' and he was all, 'There's a bathroom stall right here, what are we waiting for?'"

No one gave any sign of reaction. "So it turns out I was born as a boy."

Still nothing. "I'm going to go dance naked on the roof."

Kitty sniffled. "Joe hasn't called back yet. I don't know what to do."

Gwen walked over to the couch, pushing Bobby out of the way onto the floor. "Move it, Rob, this is serious."

"Ow!" he shouted as his knee hit the corner of the table.

"My bad. Kitty, just call him. I mean it; this really can't go on forever." Gwen settled her back into the cushions. "What's that look, Jubilee?"

Jubilee's face was crossed between a frown and a wince. "My feet still hurt."

"Take an aspirin."

"Gwen, you're sitting on them."

Gwen jumped up. "Oh, sorry!" After Jubilee had moved her feet as carefully as possible, she sat back down. "Wanna hear my problem?"

Kitty sighed and held her forehead in her hand. "Go for it."

"I'm out of money. I used it all on the dress for that club trip. But it turns out that there's a new lipstick out that was actually made for this designer guy. And I tried it on at our last visit to the mall...god, it's perfect. But it costs twenty five bucks, which I don't have." She sighed. "I'm not kidding, it's like it was made for me. Kurt says he's not lending me anything anymore, though, ever since that time I spilled raspberry smoothie all over his shirt. That sucks too, cuz it looked so cute on a girl. I told him that, and that's when he said I wasn't allowed to use his things anymore."

Kitty wrinkled her nose, focused on the movie. "Guys SUCK."

"I know. Bobby, stop trying to hit us, you can't do it right. Go do something with Rogue." She gestured over at her friend, who had been half-asleep till she heard her name mentioned.

"Hm?"

"Nothing, Rogue. Go back to sleep," Jubilee told her. She turned back to the conversation. "I think you should just, like, call him already."

"You're no fun when you're mopey," Gwen said, ruffling Kitty's hair. She batted her hand away.

"Come on, quit it." She settled back into the crook of her elbow. "I wish I knew what Joe was even thinking. We need some, like, sort of way to get into his head-"

"I'm a telepath!"

"I'm not doing anything like that, Gwen. But, like, if we could get some boy to talk about this with, that would probably help."

Bobby cleared his throat noisily.

"We could ask Kurt. Or Logan, maybe."

"Good idea. Let's go."

Kitty glanced up at her, disbelieving. "What, now?"

"I don't have anything better to do."

"I'm in," Jubilee said.

"Kurt! We need to talk! Open up!" Gwen hammered on his door, taking her arm from Kitty's. Jubilee was leaning against her shoulder, trying to get some relief from her aching feet. "Kurt. Now."

A few moments later, her uncle appeared in the doorway. His eyes were half-closed, and he had a blanket wrapped around his frame. "Is something wrong, Gwen?"

"Yeah. Kitty and I were talking about Joe, and – Kurt, you're wearing pants, right? Please tell me you're wearing pants."

Kurt's expression was a mixture of exhaustion and exasperation. "Gwen, it's eleven. I didn't get any rest last night, because I had to grade tests. I was sleeping."

Gwen looked disgusted. "God, then wrap that blanket tighter. This'll scar me for life...So anyways, Kitty wanted to know what a boy means when he says he likes you and then doesn't kiss you on your date-"

"Hey, you promised you wouldn't tell him that part!"

"Kitty...dude...everyone knows already. So what's Joe even doing, Kurt?"

Kurt squinted. "How am I supposed to know? I'm not Joe, whoever he is."

"Dammit! This is why guys suck, they don't even know what we wanna hear. Let's go; he's not gonna help us." Gwen began stomping down the hall, hampered by Jubilee, who had paused to observe the small part of Kurt's chest that was exposed. She grinned and made a thumbs-up sign at him, and he looked confused.

"I need sleep..." he murmured.

"Logan's in the kitchen," Gwen said. "The mice won't come out. He's too scary. So get over it."

They walked in, only to kick over two empty beer cans. One had three evenly spaced gashes in the side of it. The man who had delivered those blows was sitting at the counter, nursing a third drink. He had slumped over, but straightened when the door opened and grabbed a small trap next to him.

"I'm working on it," Logan said guiltily. "They'll be gone soon."

"It's okay, dude, we don't care that you're slacking." Jubilee limped over to the chair opposite him and sat down. "We just want to talk."

"Why didn't Joe kiss Kitty goodnight?"

"Gwen, cut it out!"

Logan rolled his eyes. "Everyone knows what happened. You ain't covering it up, girl."

Kitty covered her face with her hands. "Oh, perfect. You better help me. So what did he do that for?"

Logan shrugged. "Listen. You're on this 'I hate boys' jag; Jubilee and Chuck are about to open a wheelchair store out of charity; this one-" he waved at Gwen - "won't stop yapping about that new lipstick. We've got problems. Kurt's too tired to help me shove mousetraps into an electrical system, and Summers ain't helping either. If I can manage to kill these goddamn mice without going insane, I still don't think I'll ever be able to figure out what the hell the hormone-crazed boys around here are thinking about, besides the obvious. Sorry to disappoint you." He took a long swig from his beer. "Maybe you should just go to sleep...or brush your hair. Just do something. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find a good rodent poison."

Logan stood up.

"You're getting it now?"

"Hey, I've been signed up for this. If it gets me out of leading you all around the Danger Room for a few days, then I won't rest till every mouse in this godforsaken place bites it."

Gwen chuckled sarcastically. "Charming. Kitty, it's probably better he didn't have anything to tell you."

A/N: Yep, so everyone's got a problem...Kitty's confused about a boy; Gwen wants a new lipstick; Jubilee's feet hurt; Kurt's tired; and Logan's trying to track down a bunch of mice. We'll get into that more next chapter, though. Stay tuned!