Chapter 2:
Smoke and a pancake?

Wolverine approached Chris, Rogue had only recently settled down and he was in a bad mood. "Hey, sorry I left you here." He said. "I almost half believed you weren't going to come back." Chris said, "But then I thought no, he's going to come back." Wolverine looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "Why's that?" he asked. "Because if you did that, then you'd be even more of an asshole than you are now, and the universe would implode because of assholed-ness overload and—" Chris looked at him, "You getting the point here?" He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I get it."

"God I could use a drink." Wolverine reached again for a cigar, remembering they're gone, "Or a smoke." He frowned. Chris reached in her pockets and pulled out a cigarette, "I don't smoke cigars, but I have these." Wolverine smiled, "That'll do." He reached for it but Chris stopped him, "I'll give you the cigarette, if you do me a favor." She winked.

"What would that be?" Wolverine squinted at her. "Food. The stuff that is horrible for you, french-fries, cheeseburger, the whole lot of it." She replied.

"I was expecting the favor to have something to do with caramel and fishing wire." Wolverine joked. "You're an asshole." Chris said again. "So is it a deal or what?" she asked. "Yeah, sure." Wolverine nodded and reached for the cigarette and Chris flicked his hand. "Ow! I said yes!" He glared. "Deliver and you shall receive." Chris said.

Wolverine began to trot off, "Wait, you're coming with me. If you smoke that behind my back I'll have to do something drastic." He said and grabbed her wrist. "What's more drastic than almost killing me?" She yelled. "I can think of plenty of things." Wolverine chuckled. "You're an asshole." She screamed. "So I've heard." Wolverine replied.

They walked back into the building, bickering the whole way to the lunch area. "YOU'RE SUCH AN—" Chris looked to the room beside her, to see kids studying— at least they were at one point. "Sorry." Chris whispered. Wolverine finally walked into the lunch room, "Did you have to yell right in front of that classroom?"He rubbed his temples. "If you weren't such an asshole, I wouldn't have need to." She grumbled.

Chris looked up, and saw the room looked like a buffet restaurant, "What the fuck is this?" she looked back at Wolverine. "There's food here, what more do you want?" He asked. "I meant BAD food! Stuff that gives you heart attacks! Salty things and whatnot!" She shook her hands in the air.

"Salty things you say—" "Don't even go there." Chris stopped him. "Well, what's wrong with the food here?" Wolverine asked. Chris walked over to one of the tables, picked something up and came back. "What's wrong with it?" Chris shoved a piece of cabbage in his face, "CABBAGE!"

"Yeah, that goes in this funny new thing called SALAD." Wolverine said. "Okay, tough guy, eat this leaf, this leaf that was in my hand and came out of the ground and is probably washed by some old people, EAT IT!" Chris shoved the leaf in his mouth. He spit it out. "See? You can't can you?" she said. "Well now I can't after you told me all that stuff!" Wolverine argued.

"TAKE ME TO A FRANCHISE DAMN IT!" Chris shook Wolverine by his shoulders.

…

"Welcome to McBurgerton, what will you be ordering today sir?" the woman said through the intercom. Wolverine looked back over to Chris. Chris mouthed the words 'FRENCH-FRIES'. "I'll have a medium french-fry box and—" Chris pushed him out of the way and leaned out the car window, "Sorry about my friend, he's a little dumb. I'll have a large french-fry, and a large cola." Chris said. "Alright, ma'am your total will be 3.50 please drive to the second window."

Chris pulled herself back in the car. "You could have just told me to make it a large." Wolverine said as he took the car out of 'park' gear. "You might've gotten in wrong and thought I said something stupid or perverted." Chris put her seatbelt back on. "Oh you would like that wouldn't you?" Wolverine laughed. "Shut up!" Chris groaned.

Wolverine paid, and grabbed the bag of food and the drink and began to drive back to Xavier's school. "Here. Now give me my smoke!" Wolverine demanded. "Fine, fine." Chris gave him the cigarette.

"…Is this lite?" He looked at Chris. "Yeah, why?" Chris blinked. "THAT'S IT!" Wolverine stopped the car and pulled to the side of the road. "What're you doing?" Chris asked with a french-fry in her mouth.

"RRAAGHGH!!" Wolverine jumped on Chris. "AAHH NOOO YOU'RE SPILLING THE SODAAA!!" Chris squealed. They fell onto the floor of the car, Wolverine wrestling Chris down. "I'm gonna kick your ass!" He yelled. "THE SODA!!!" Chris screamed. "I DON'T CARE!" Wolverine shoved Chris's wrists down. "Well?" Chris yelled. "…I don't know, I didn't really think past this part." Wolverine said.

Wolverine looked at Chris, befuddled. Chris's anger faded from her face, "Um…" Chris said softly. Wolverine blinked. Chris stared into Wolverine's eyes with no anger. Wolverine leaned close and kissed Chris passionately, Chris returned the kiss just as emotionally.

He opened his eyes when he leaned back, "AH!" He yelled. "EEEE!" Chris squealed. They both sat back up straight in their chairs. "…What just happened?" Wolverine asked, staring straight ahead with his hands on the wheel. Chris's face was rosy and her eyes were wide open in shock. "I don't know." Chris gulped.