AN:
I know you all want more Logan/Sam romance, but we need to find out what Douglas is doing, and what his plans are for the dance.

Douglas's POV:

"Are you going to the dance?" I asked Bobby, "You should take Rogue."

"I don't know..." Bobby said uneasily, "She's sort of... nervous."

"Why?" I asked.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Well, she thinks that she might accidentally touch my skin when we're dancing, and then I might go into a coma."

I remembered Rogue's power. "Oh, right. But didn't you guys kiss?"

Bobby smiled, "Yeah, well. That was only for a little while. If we're dancing for a minute or two, then I might die."

"That would be bad." Warren commented. "I wonder, if she stole my powers, then would she grow wings?"

"Hey, don't kiss my girlfriend," Bobby said jokingly.

Warren rolled his eyes. "I wasn't planning on it. I just meant if she... oh, whatever. You know what I mean."

I laughed. "Yeah, I know."

"So," Warren said, grinning, "Are you going to ask Sam to the dance?

"What?" Bobby turned on me, "You like Sam?"

I glared at Warren. "Well, yeah, sort of."

"What about Logan?" Bobby asked, and I felt like tearing out Wolverine's lungs. I hated that guy so much. Everything always came back to Wolverine.

"What about Logan?" I asked, fighting down my anger.

"Well, he's sort of her boyfriend." Bobby pointed out, and Warren elbowed him.

I felt cold inside. "They were? They are?"

"Well, they weren't technically dating." Bobby amended. "More like, really, really close friends."

"Dude, chill." Warren said, and then laughed when Bobby turned into his ice form. "Not literally!"

I was still contemplating whether I should ask Sam or not. On the one hand, I really wanted to. But on the other hand, Logan might kill me. But the Professor had specifically said no claws, so I was safe. For the moment, at least.

"Think about it, Bobby." Warren said. "Would you really want that idiot Logan to be with Sam? Or would you want our dear friend Douglas to hook up with Sam?"

Bobby considered this. "Well..."

"What's going on?" Spiro asked, stepping into the room.

"Douglas is going to ask Sam to the dance." Warren announced.

"Really? That's awesome." Spiro said. "I think I'll go, even though it's mainly for the younger school."

"I'll come, too." Bobby decided. "Just so I can see Logan pound the living daylights out of you."

"Me, too." Warren chirped, and I glowered at him. "To, er, see you dance with Sam. Not to see you get killed by Wolverine."

Spiro laughed. "So, Douglas, you have to be at the dance by six, right? But what do we do until then?"

Bobby had an evil look in his eyes. He motioned for us all the sit down, and we sat in a circle on the floor. "Douglas," He began, "Truth or Dare?"

AN:

Shouldn't every story include a little of this marvelous game? So many secrets are revealed!