Hello readers! hope you like this story, its just a little something i thought up in my spare time. There is going to be lots of Romyness and Jondaness too. please read and review!

i dont own anything blah blah blah you have heard it all before and warning, there will be lots of sex references but nothing graphic.

enjoy!

Rogue awoke at 6 o'clock in the morning, the same time she did every morning. She quickly stepped into her usual routine, crawling out of bed and reaching to her chest of drawers. She pulled out two green towels and made her way over to the en suit bathroom that joined her room. She turned the taps of her shower on and let the water run until it was hot. Slowly she stepped out of the clothes she slept in. A simple dark green tank top and black sweat pants. She took a long look in the mirror at herself. It disgusted her to look at it. She hated her body so much, it reminded her of everything bad about her life. It was the reason her life had been so miserable.

Rogue wasn't an average girl. She stood at 5.6ft with a long slender body. She had a great figure, toned body, a large enough chest to make any cheerleader jealous, legs that wouldn't end and a butt that could crack a nut. Her skin was porcelain white and didn't have a single blemish on it. Her hair sat neatly along her shoulders with her two white bangs framing her face perfectly. Her eyes were deep emerald green and her lips were perfectly pout and pink. She was perfect in every way but one. Being a mutant, Rogue was different. But her own mutation stopped her from ever touching anyone with her skin without absorbing their thoughts and memories and, if they were a mutant too, their powers. This is the reason Rogue hated her perfect body.

She stepped into the scolding hot shower, allowing the boiling water to burn her skin. This was something she did every morning, and it never really helped. When she finished she stepped out of the shower and towel dried herself. Walking back to her dresser she took out a familiar pair of black jeans, a simple black strap top that showed a small amount of her stomach, a dark green long sleeved over top to cover her arms and stomach and finally a pair of simple black leather gloves. She dressed and made her way over to her makeup stand, putting on heavy black eye makeup and dark purple lipstick. She looked at her reflection and sighed. Much better. She pulled out a pair of black leather army boots to finish the look.

Though she suited the look with her troubled teenage life, there was a reason she applied such a heavy Goth look to herself. If she dressed as something that people were scared of, they wouldn't attempt to get close to her and she was fine with that. She picked up her school bag and her books and headed for the door, unlocking all six lock before she left.

Rogue had lived in the brotherhood mansion for 5 years now and still she didn't trust any of them not to sneak into her room to spy on her, pull pranks or steal stuff. In fact she didn't trust any of them full stop. She only ever spoke to Lance when asking or answering a friendly question, but nothing more and Wanda, her best friend.

Wanda was a mutant too and had joined the brotherhood a year after Rogue had herself. Wanda had been a Goth when she first came to live in the mansion, so she was Rogues biggest influence. The two shared a great friendship with each other after learning how much they had in common. Wanda's mother had died when she was young too and she had to come into her mutation alone as well. Her father had her locked up in a psychiatric ward in fear that she would be too dangerous for the outside world. Mystique had busted her out 4 years ago and brought her home.

Wanda was also a good looking girl, but she knew it and relished it. She was tall, taller than Rogue, standing at 5.8ft. She was thin and toned with great breasts and rounded ass. She wore clothes that left little to the imagination for any young man, her hair cut short and her makeup left heavy. She was every guys dirty little secret. Her mutation allowed her to hex anything she wanted, and this made her sex life very interesting. Rogue envied her in every way but loved her still.

Rogue had never been what anyone had wanted of her. She was nothing but a disappointment to her foster mother Mystique after never learning how to control her powers. Mystique didn't care about her and only kept her around for small missions that she sent them on to get information or just to fight someone to piss them off like the x men. However this didn't bother Rogue too much. Mystique was never around, always away on a job of some sort. The only communication any of them had was a telephone call every couple of months when she wanted them to do something for her. It had been a while since her last call and Rogue was fine with that.

The sun was low in the sky when Rogue reached the kitchen. She liked this time of day when everyone was asleep still so the house was silent. She opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice. As she was pouring herself a glass she heard the back door open and saw Wanda make her way to the kitchen through the back of the house. When she saw Rogue standing there she smiled a huge grin. Rogue could see in her hand her bra and matching thong. Rolling her eyes she just drank down half her drink.

"don't give me that look! Your just jealous" Wanda said as she put her things on the counter. She was wearing a black miniskirt with fishnet tights and knee high boots. She had on her favourite 'come get some boys' corset top that just screamed sex in every language. The lace at the back was tied up wrong, as if she was in a hurry when getting dressed. Her eye makeup was gone apart from the small shadow of eyeliner around her lashes still.

"dirty stop out" Rogue said as she put her glass on the counter and watched as Wanda rifled through the laundry basket. "Who was it this time?"

Pulling out a new set of underwear Wanda replied "Josh Dallas, on the basketball team. He's got some freaky ideas in his mind, dirty boy," She tutted.

Rogue couldn't help but laugh. She was used to these convocation in the morning with Wanda but it still interested her to hear about which perfect popular pompous guys in their year, who would make fun of them in class, actually had a dirty need that only Wanda could help with, not their cheerleader girlfriends.

"y'all are gonna catch something one of these days you know, then you can say goodbye to your fantastic sex life and become a leper like me" Rogue grinned but the fact was there. She would never have that life unless she could control her powers and that wasn't ever going to happen. Rogue was destined to grow old and die alone.

Wanda left the room for a moment to get changed into something more comfortable. Returning in her red leather pants and red waist coat with nothing underneath but a plunging push up bra. "Rogue, honestly, even if I was an actual leper, the guys would still want me" she laughed as she put her arm around her friend's shoulders. "Besides your only jealous because you want me all to yourself and you don't want to share me with any man."

The two girls laughed together as they left the house and set off for their day at school.