wow, i havent updated anything in like forever...yeah, im bad about it during the summer

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Alright, so I got a bit off topic there didn't I? Back to my story.

So, I somehow found myself alone again. Not entirely sure how, now tht I think about it. So, I saw Angel, snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his neck suddenly.

"Boo!" He jumped back and his wings opened a little. I stepped back, laughing. "Sorry to ruffle your feathers there." He laughed.

"You know what I should do about you?" I raised my eyebrows as he stepped toward me and grabbed my wrist. I had no idea what I expected, but it surely wasn't what happened. Approximately two seconds later, he had speard his wings to their full extend and sprung into the air, pulling me with him. I couldn't even react before we were fifty feet above the ground.

"What are you doing?" I screamed, flailing, and at the same time trying to get a better grip on his wrist. "You great feathered fool! You're going to drop me!" He dropped down a few feet and grabbed me around the waist so I could hold on around his neck.

"I'm offended Whisper! You think I'd drop you!"

"You might! You can never tell with guys with win-" He dropped me. I fell screaming toward the ground and could've sworn I saw a long tunnel with a bright light at the end. There were angels singing and everything. Just kidding, my mistake. No singing angels, just one swooping below me and catching me in his arms. That's when I noticed something I hadn't ever before. He was really strong. Guess I should have picked up on that when he carried me around with one hand, but hey, I'm not the brightest pear in the bunch.

And now I'm getting yelled at because "the brightest pear in the bunch" doesn't make sense. I shall attempt to explain that that's the point. Sheesh, guys just don't understand stuff like that.

"You need to trust me more," Angel said, flying higher again. I threw my arms around his neck and held on tight as he accelerated through the sky. However, he slowed down and swung me so he was holding around my waist and I was dangling below him. I held my breath a little as he swooped down over the mansion, but after a few seconds I stopped gripping his forearms and relaxed a little. "You've never flown before, have you?" he asked as I spread my arms, giggling.

"Nope. This is fun! We should do this more often." That's when I saw the strangest thing below me. It looked like Rogue was crying as she ran out of the mansion. To my surprise, as she hurtled across the yard, she was intercepted by Gambit. He looked a little confused, but she just hugged him and sobbed into his chest. "Hey, go down! Something's going on." Angel sailed down and landed gently. I was about to run over to Rogue when I overheard two squirrels. All I caught was somehting about Bobby being dead. I didn't need any more. "Thanks for the lift!" I shouted to Angel as I took off across the lawn.

Hey, maybe that's not what happened. I'm just going by what I overheard from a small rodent. Relax.

I was running through the mansion, glancing into rooms as I passed them. I saw him in the game room and tried to skid to a halt. It resulted in my feet sliding out from under me and me falling. I sprang right back up and flew into the room, expecting him to turn his head and look at me like I was crazy. He didn't. I ran around the couch he was sitting on and realized he was slumped back.

"Bobby?" I poked his shoulder, figuring he was asleep or something. He didn't move. I racked my brain for memories of health class as I leaned closer to his face. "You're not breathing! Why am I telling you that? You already know. Whisper! You're talking to a corpse! No, no, you're not a corpse. CPR. I remember CPR." Completely convinced I was going to kill already-dead-Bobby. I moved him so that he was laying flat on the couch. Hands shaking, I went through the procedure I'd learned two or three years ago. I held his nose, tipped his head back, and lowered my mouth toward his. As soon as my lips touched his, he gasped a breath and his eyes opened. "Woah! It wasn't supposed to work like that!"

"What're you talking about?" he muttered.

"CPR. I thought I actually had to do something."

"You could let go of my nose." I looked down and indeed, I was still holding his nose. I let go and sat back. He sat up on the couch and ran a hand through his hair. "What were you doing?"

"I thought I was saving your life. What happened to you?"

"Good question. Last I remember, Rogue hugged me and..." He looked down at his arms. His t-shirt exposed the lower parts of them. Rogue, I remembered, was wearing a three quarter length sleeve shirt that day, therefore exposing her arms as well.

"Her powers must be coming back, we should tell Storm. Why was she hugging you?" He looked down at his shoes.

"We kinda broke up." I patted his hand sypathetically, but the tiny love-sick Whisper in my mind was doing a ridiculus happy dance. It was rahter amusing to watch her actually. "We both had...other interests." He looked up into my eyes. love-sick Whisper froze mid-dance and then screamed at the top of her lungs. He was talking about me!