Well here's the second chapter. I was convinced. Oh and Mels wasn't on. Neither was Jenny. –sniffles-

Note: Yes, I wanted to Pimp my lj community, where I post this not-DryIce. It's a real site, though to the Bobby/John x-men, not au…Not something Bobby Drake goes regularly. Pity. Oh. Big thanks to Usagi for giving me the right sound…You'll see what I mean Sorry for the cliffhanger again. Couldn't resist. Oh. Shortness as well. Hey, at least this means I'll have the third chapter out soon, right:D LOVE ME! ICOMMANDIT D 33

Chapter Two: The Cons of Fanfiction.

He honestly couldn't believe that John Allerdyce was sitting in his kitchen, feet propped up on top of his table. Now, had it been any other person, Bobby would've immediately snapped at them and told said person to get their shoes off his table, because he probably just washed it, but you know… This was John Allerdyce. Bobby was considering, seriously considering, never washing his table again.

Then he realized how gross that would be, if he never…washed his table again—and unless he wanted to like, get rid of it, and he liked that table so that was probably a no, and wrap it up in saran wrap somewhere and tuck it away until he could find a showcase for it, like a little insane fangirl he was—so he decided to cross that idea off. After this day was over, he was sure to have plenty of things that he could showcase or put away in his little blue Booklet, full of all things John. He already had a signature—he had mailed the author once upon a time, saved the letter too—a signed picture that his friend had got for him, a different picture that he had got, a bunch of pictures, some that he had taken himself, others by his friends… And there were drafts for his chaptered Fanfiction there.

The Fanfiction? Oh. Yeah, Bobby wrote Fanfiction, as sad as it was. It was even sadder when he told you that he already had about 193—last time he counted, though he didn't keep track…really—pages of it. He frequented the livejournal—because he loved that Site, thanks to Kitty—community 'DryIce'. Dry Ice had been the name of John's first ever book, so naturally the community would be called that, or some variation of that.

But that was besides the point. He really shouldn't think about such trivial things when he had John Allerdyce, practically all to himself, for less than 24 hours. Honestly, where was his head today?

Bobby shook his head mentally, bringing himself back to the present as a noise interrupted his and Kitty's thoughts—Kitty had kept Silent, and he was oh so glad about that, because who knows what Kitty would say when she had her mind on something—from whatever they were thinking about.

Flapflapflapflapflapflap,

The strange noise continued, until Bobby realized what it was. John…John was carrying a wad of Paper in his hands and had grabbed the corner with one of his hands, pulling it back, the edges quickly falling back to where they were once his thumb moved past it, before repeating the pattern.

Bobby blinked, wondering why John was carrying around a bunch of papers, because he couldn't see what the words said, seeing as the back was faced towards him.

"I guess we forgot to tell you that we'll come to you instead of you coming to us." John started, chuckling a bit, still playing with the papers. Apparently, there was something he wanted to say, but he contained it until later.

Bobby nodded, listening to the voice, looking at John. "I honestly can't believe you're here." He admitted, laughing a bit nervously. He didn't think he looked good enough, honestly. Wasn't his hair still a bit wet? Oh he probably looked like a mess.

"Well here I am." John said, looking as if he was trying to hold back a grin.

A few moments of silence before Bobby basically realized what was happening, and that he couldn't stare, because then if he stared, he would've probably started drooling and that's not what he needed to do right now. That'd just make him look perfect, though, he had to admit.

"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Bobby, Bobby Drake, and that's Kitty." He nodded, gesturing to Kitty who looked as if she was rocking slightly on the heels of her feet, wanting to say something, say anything, but a look from Bobby quickly silenced her.

John just nodded, not telling the boy that well, he knew that. His bodyguard had insisted on them searching up the guy who won before they did anything, just incase…well. You never know. They of course, didn't want anything to happen to John. Which is why the papers…

"Hello Bobby." A slight smirk was on his lips now, and before Bobby could say anything, John continued. "You know, we have to do the usual checkup on anybody who wins these sort of things…" A pause, as if for dramatic effect, and John was managing to keep a straight face, eyebrows arched slightly. "And my, you're quite the fan…" He trailed off, watching Bobby's face for a reaction, as he waved the papers a bit in front of him, pulling his feet off the table so they hit the floor with a 'thump'.

Bobby's cheeks instantly reddened in realization. Oh shit. John got his fanfic, right there. His heart pounded uncomfortably in his chest as he watched John's amused look. He glanced to Kitty for help, before realizing that she wouldn't help him. Bobby opened his mouth, and then shut it, before opening it again. Then he shut it. He was real tempted to say 'NO KITTY DID IT' or something to that variation, but of course, he couldn't blame it on Kitty.

John spoke again. "I was just going to compliment the author on his writing skills…so if I've got the right person…" A slight pause and Bobby felt guilty as hell.

He glanced away; looking at his feet, cheeks reddening even more, if that was possible.

"What I want to know, though…is how said author knew that I was gay."

Thud. A body hit the floor.

…Shit, Bobby was such fangirl at times.