AN:
Hello again, lovely readers! Here's the story, hopefully answering some questions for you. Questions about Bobby. And Rogue. And what on earth is going on between them.

To RachelAngelX-men, who from now on I'll just call Rachel:

Thanks for the reviews, and I hope you can get back onto your account soon. Yes, I agree, tender Wolverine moments are fantastic. But I have to be careful to keep him in character!

Now, on to the story!

Sam's POV:

The next morning I woke up with a smile on my face. I didn't know why, until I remembered the night before. Logan.

I slid out of bed, and saw that Rogue was still sleeping. The poor girl had cried for most of the night. I decided to go have a little chat with Bobby.

As I walked down the halls, I wondered if I would see Douglas when I went to talk to Bobby. I hoped not. I also hoped that things would get better between us. We had been such close friends, but he had ruined it all by saying that he loved me. I always saw him as a brother, and I had Logan now.

I knocked on Bobby's door, hoping Douglas wouldn't answer it.

"Hey, Sam." Warren opened the door. "Are you looking for Douglas?"

"Actually, I'm looking for Bobby." I said.

"Yeah?" Bobby came to the door. "What is it?"

"Come with me." I said. "We need to have a little talk."

A few minutes later, we were walking through the courtyard. I wondered how I should start lecturing him.

"So what's wrong?" Bobby asked. "Are you mad at me? Please tell me you're not."

"I'm a little mad at you, yes." I saw a flash of fear in Bobby's eyes, and laughed. "I won't kill you, don't worry. But seriously, Bobby, why would you do that to Rogue?"

Bobby sighed. "Did she tell you to talk to me?"

"I wanted to find out what was going on. Rogue didn't tell me anything." I stated. "But I did see her crying and you dancing with some girl last night."

"Jubilee." Bobby said. "She came here while you were gone."

"Right." I said, "And why were you dancing with her?"

"Is this an interrogation?" Bobby asked, grinning.
"Yes." I said, not smiling. "Answer the question."

"She's my friend." Bobby said, shrugging. "Rogue stopped dancing with me after a few dances, and she went off somewhere. So I danced with Jubilee."

"Do you like her?" I asked. "Because that's what Rogue thought."

"I like her a little." Bobby admitted. "But it was mainly just that Rogue didn't want to dance too much, because of her power, so I danced with someone else. Is that a crime?"

"Do you still like Rogue?" I asked, aware that Bobby was getting mad. But I wanted to help Rogue.

"Of course!" Bobby said. "I like her a lot!"

"Then go tell her that!" I said, giving him a shove towards the school. "She thinks that you hate her, and like Jubilee."

The look on Bobby's face as he realized just how much of a mistake he had made was enough to make me laugh. Bobby raced off, and I took a seat on the bench.

There's one problem solved. I thought to myself. Then I saw a familiar boy walking up to me. And here's the other problem.

It was Douglas.

AN:

Dun Dun DUN! Next chapter is from Douglas's point of view, so prepare for angst!

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