Now I have a question to all of you who like the story so far; Do you want the version of John going back to Bobby, or do you want it to take another turn? I suffer a little bit of lack of inspiration, so please give me a few ideas.
Now on with the story...;
When John at last tried to stand he was so exhausted form the excitement, the laughing and the small wrestling the "landing" had turned into, he had to sit back down again. Warren, who still was on his back, laughed;
"You look like you're drunk!"
John couldn't stop himself from laughing either, and why should he, he wanted to! To be honest, John couldn't really tell when he'd been this happy the last time, or when he'd laughed this much in this short amount of time. He was sure it had been with Bobby, but now when he thought about it, he'd seemed to have spend every woken hour (and in the end even some sleeping) with his friend. If he would allow it, memories of Bobby would bubble up to the surface wherever he went in this building; now it looked like they had been everywhere, done everything, and now it all was gone. John wondered if Bobby had it the same way; having the memories after him wherever he went, almost hearing his own voice joking, laughing, shouting, revealing that its owner had the best time in his life.
Warren's voice broke the thread of thoughts that was spinning itself in Johns mind;
"Um, John? What are you doing?"
John looked around, bewildered, before he saw that Warren was looking at his hands, so he to looked down. While thinking, it seemed as John had grabbed a fistful of grass and pulled it up. Now he was holding it tightly in his hand, so tight that his knuckles turned white. But that was not what Warren had meant, what had worried him was that the grass was smoking and most of it was entire black, some of it still glowing, but most of it had turned to aches. John held out his hand and opened it. Since it wasn't blowing all the aches stayed in his hand. While studying it, John tried some different sorts of concentration to make the last of it burn, but it didn't work. In the end he just tilted his hand a bit and let the ach fall of in a small thread. He brushed of the last with his other hand and stood up, offering a hand to Warren, who took it and was pulled to his feet. Neither of them said a word as they walked out, the park disappearing around them.
When they stepped out of the elevator at the first floor (they had agreed on fetching a snack in the kitchen and then occupy a TV somewhere) they almost walked right into Piotr, who was just walking by. Warren, who hadn't met that many people yet, seemed a bit surprised over the size of the new guy. Piotr to seemed surprised by the new person, a person with a quite beautiful form of mutation. John, on the other hand, quickly got back to his grinning state. He was quite fond of Piotr; it was the big Russian who had told John to write down his thoughts and other stuff in the first place (after John made a comment on one of Piotr's paintings).
John made a gesture towards Piotr;
"Ey, Warren, this is Peter (don't even try to say his real name), the one who usually take care of the other students, use to paint (and he's quite damn good at it to), quiet, but perfect if you need to talk.
Peter, this is Warren, my newest pal, great guy with the worlds coolest mutation (except for mine), really nice and great when it comes to beat back in a word-battle. Don't know that much about him yet, though."
Piotr nodded and stretched out a massive hand to welcome Warren;
"My name is Piotr Rasputin, I'm from Russia"
Warren, shy and unsure, went back into the role of the good, well-mannered son of a millionaire;
"Warren Worthington, America."
John raised an eyebrow, both because of the fact that his new friend seemed so tensed up, and also since the name made him sure of that he'd heard it before. But then he shrugged, if it was important he'd remember it (probably in the middle of the night). Instead he turned to Piotr;
"We were going down to the kitchen for a snack, want to join in?"
Piotr thought for a moment, and then he nodded. The small group walked of, John leading a conversation, determinate to get the other two to get friends. It turned out good; soon enough Warren relaxed and talked open-minded to the other guy, and Piotr was talking more than he usually did.
When they arrived in the rest-room next to the kitchens they could hear raised voices long before they could see what was going on;
Rogue was standing in the middle of the room, screaming with tears hanging from her eyelashes, smearing out the makeup, and John wasn't surprised when it turned out to be her powers she was yelling about;
"You have no idea what my life has been like! All I wanted to was to be able to touch, is that too much to ask for?! Now when I finally can, you say it's wrong! How can you be so selfish, how can you ask this of me?!"
John turned his head to see who the angry (and quite red-faced) girl was screaming at, and by that figure out why. He got quite a surprise when he saw that it was Bobby, who as well looked a bit angry;
"It's actually not that difficult, since you don't seem to care anymore! As far as I've seen, it won't take too long before you find someone else, the way you've been testing you're way around!"
Rogue was fighting to get her breath back;
"How can you say that?! I thought you loved me Bobby! 'Cause I love you, I did all this to be able to be with you, and now you do this to me! Why, Bobby, WHY?!"
Standing in the doorway, John noticed the small glance he received from the ice-mutant, but Rogue didn't see it, and Bobby was quick with looking back at her.
Iceman's voice dropped down, Rogue had to shut up to be able to hear him;
"Let's just say someone made me open my eyes. And about you're powers; it's not like you wouldn't have done it anyway. Let's just face the fact that you can't stand to lose you're toy without it being you who threw it away. That is what this is all about, isn't it? We all know that you would have done it yourself sooner or later, it was just a matter of time before you could figure out a good excuse that didn't just spitted out the truth; that one guy wasn't enough for you!"
Rogue obviously couldn't take anymore;
"How can you say that, don't you realise how I feel about this?!"
Bobby just raised an eyebrow and started to walk towards the door;
"To me it doesn't look like you put that many feelings into in from the start."
This was obviously too much for the girl, who gave up a scream like a wounded cat and ran out through the other door, the one to the garden, where you, now that it was quiet, could hear the roars of the Wolverine and the cheering of Storm and Jean. Apparently Scott and Logan was beating each other up, and Logan was loosing to one of the few who knew enough techniques and evil tricks to bring him down (Scott Summers was brave, but he was obviously very stupid as well).
In the room Bobby was still walking towards the door, and he was looking straight at John. But John didn't want to talk to Bobby at all, so he darted into the kitchen as fast as he could. In there he looked through the cupboards after something that would fit Warren, Piotr and himself at the same time. Soon enough he found a bag of crisps, and he knew there should be some juice left in the fridge. John could hear someone come in and immediately thought it was Warren and Piotr, he would be really surprised if Bobby didn't get the hint.
"Think you can get a bowl for these?"
John shook the bag over his shoulder so that whoever it was would get the hint. He then got down without looking behind himself, and therefore got a big surprise when he felt the air getting cold around him.
"Here's your bowl."
A too familiar voice…
I know I'm evil that stops here, but I have other things to do, belive me or not. Bu soon I'm done, and by then I'd love to have some ideas from you lot to work on, so please? Pretty please?