A/n: HEY! So sorry this took me SOO long to update! I just started my
junior yr at highschool, and I am jammed pack with activities that I don't
have time for! Lol. So, please review and I'll try to find time to work!
thanx to everyone who did, but others.please read! And review!
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"Wait Logan!" Marie said, latching onto Logan's wrist with her gloved hand,
"Is it broken?"
Logan sighed sadly and looked her in the eyes, and then looked over at a scowling Bobby.
"No," He growled abruptly, "And it's never going to break."
Logan pulled away brusquely, knowing that Rogue probably wouldn't even notice the second meaning of his words.
************************************************** Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says "I pray But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
There's lonliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
~Grey Street by Matchbox 20
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Rogue's head was pounding, her sinuses ached.
"I've got to stop dancing for a minute guys," She yelled to Kitty, Jubilee and Bobby over the blaring sounds of P.Diddy and Nelly.
Jubilee and Kitty just nodded, and continued to stomp to the beat, Bobby turned to face her and began to follow her off of the dance floor.
"Here," he said once they were off the dance floor, handing her a glass of pink punch, "You are probably just dehydrated."
"Thanks," Rogue said gratefully, sitting down in a nearby chair, "I think I'm just a little tired, you can go back and dance if you really want to."
Bobby looked Rogue in the eyes silently, as if contemplating whether to speak.
"What's going on Rogue?" He asked a little forcefully, "You have been acting really weird since we got here..do you not want to go through with our plans tonight or something?"
Rogue sighed and took a long sip of her drink.
"I'm sorry Bobby," she said, seemingly frustrated, "I'm just not having a good night, that's all, don't worry about anything."
Bobby looked at her a little oddly before he began to stand up.
"I'm going to go back and dance with them for now ok?" Bobby said coldly, "Just .. Come back when you are ready."
Rogue nodded and continued sipping her drink, still clutching Logan's shirt in her fist. The top was a crimson red form her blood, but the bottom was still stark white, and she pressed the clean linen to her nose, wincing as her swollen flesh throbbed. The shirt smelled just like Logan, a musky scent that was laced with cigars and the smell of burnt wood.
She pulled the shirt away from her nose sinuously, and took a long draught of her drink, starting to notice with a touch of humor that the lights above her were beginning to spin.
"Jubes!" She called out to her friend over the gyrating rhythms slamming her eardrums, "Are you doing that?"
"Doing what?" Jubilee said breathlessly, ceasing to dance and walking over to her seated friend, "Dancing?"
"No . making the lights spin like that," Rogue said, her voice slurring aberrantly, "Round, and round, and round!"
Rouge let out a surprised giggle before clapping her hand forcefully over her mouth.
"I think I'm drunk!" She sputtered out with an inane smile on her face, "Like REALLY drunk!"
Jubilee snatched the almost empty punch glass away from Rogue and downed the rest of the contents.
"Rogue." she said patronizingly, "That's not just punch dear, that's punch spiked with tequila."
"Hahhahahahhahaha!" Rogue burst out laughing, beginning to snort before cringing at her still painful nose injury, "So I really am drunk!"
"Umm..yes," Jubilee said, decidedly not amused by this turn of events, "Maybe we should go get Logan .."
"No!" Rogue cried out, the dropped her voice to a giggly faux whisper, "Logan gets really mad when things like this happen to me .. he could kill someone! Ohh ... he might kill Bobby! Fun! Killing, and all that ..."
"Good lord," Jubilee swore under her breath, and then turned back to the dance floor to scan the room for Bobby, her eyes found him eventually, dancing in the throng and looking definitely uncomfortable at being one of the only boys dancing alone.
"Hey! Bobby!" she called out to him, motioning him over to Rogue's seated form. Bobby walked over quickly, his face aglow with the sheen from his dancing efforts.
"Woah," he said, taking just one look at the oblivious Rogue, "She is really smashed! All that from one drink?"
Jubilee nodded gravely, "It seems as if her drink was a lot of tequila and not a lot of punch," she mused, "But we better get her up to her room, before she makes a huge scene."
Jubilee quickly grabbed by the arm and yanked her out of her chair.
"Where are we going?" Rogue said, slurring her words as she was dragged out of the danceroom, "The lights were so pretty!" *****************************************
Logan took a long sip of his beer and gazed at himself dejectedly in his room mirror. He was still shirtless, when you are basically indestructible; the need for clothing seems only a minor detail. He was just about to turn and head into the bathroom for a much needed shower, before his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of footsteps climbing the nearby staircase.
"Almost there Rogue," an assured male voice said, "Then we'll just get you right into bed."
Bobby.
Logan felt his claws slid out, echoing the molten anger that was now coursing through his veins. Maybe he couldn't get up the courage to tell Rogue how he felt, but he'd be damned if that icicle could have her!
Without another thought Logan ripped his door open and stomped out into the hall, turning his feet to the direction of Rogue's room.
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Logan sighed sadly and looked her in the eyes, and then looked over at a scowling Bobby.
"No," He growled abruptly, "And it's never going to break."
Logan pulled away brusquely, knowing that Rogue probably wouldn't even notice the second meaning of his words.
************************************************** Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street.
She thinks, "Hey, how did I come to this?"
I dream myself a thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place.
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn't listen
There's still a hope in her it might
She says "I pray But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place? "
There's lonliness inside her
And she'll do anything to fill it in
And though it's red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together - to grey
And it breaks her heart
~Grey Street by Matchbox 20
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Rogue's head was pounding, her sinuses ached.
"I've got to stop dancing for a minute guys," She yelled to Kitty, Jubilee and Bobby over the blaring sounds of P.Diddy and Nelly.
Jubilee and Kitty just nodded, and continued to stomp to the beat, Bobby turned to face her and began to follow her off of the dance floor.
"Here," he said once they were off the dance floor, handing her a glass of pink punch, "You are probably just dehydrated."
"Thanks," Rogue said gratefully, sitting down in a nearby chair, "I think I'm just a little tired, you can go back and dance if you really want to."
Bobby looked Rogue in the eyes silently, as if contemplating whether to speak.
"What's going on Rogue?" He asked a little forcefully, "You have been acting really weird since we got here..do you not want to go through with our plans tonight or something?"
Rogue sighed and took a long sip of her drink.
"I'm sorry Bobby," she said, seemingly frustrated, "I'm just not having a good night, that's all, don't worry about anything."
Bobby looked at her a little oddly before he began to stand up.
"I'm going to go back and dance with them for now ok?" Bobby said coldly, "Just .. Come back when you are ready."
Rogue nodded and continued sipping her drink, still clutching Logan's shirt in her fist. The top was a crimson red form her blood, but the bottom was still stark white, and she pressed the clean linen to her nose, wincing as her swollen flesh throbbed. The shirt smelled just like Logan, a musky scent that was laced with cigars and the smell of burnt wood.
She pulled the shirt away from her nose sinuously, and took a long draught of her drink, starting to notice with a touch of humor that the lights above her were beginning to spin.
"Jubes!" She called out to her friend over the gyrating rhythms slamming her eardrums, "Are you doing that?"
"Doing what?" Jubilee said breathlessly, ceasing to dance and walking over to her seated friend, "Dancing?"
"No . making the lights spin like that," Rogue said, her voice slurring aberrantly, "Round, and round, and round!"
Rouge let out a surprised giggle before clapping her hand forcefully over her mouth.
"I think I'm drunk!" She sputtered out with an inane smile on her face, "Like REALLY drunk!"
Jubilee snatched the almost empty punch glass away from Rogue and downed the rest of the contents.
"Rogue." she said patronizingly, "That's not just punch dear, that's punch spiked with tequila."
"Hahhahahahhahaha!" Rogue burst out laughing, beginning to snort before cringing at her still painful nose injury, "So I really am drunk!"
"Umm..yes," Jubilee said, decidedly not amused by this turn of events, "Maybe we should go get Logan .."
"No!" Rogue cried out, the dropped her voice to a giggly faux whisper, "Logan gets really mad when things like this happen to me .. he could kill someone! Ohh ... he might kill Bobby! Fun! Killing, and all that ..."
"Good lord," Jubilee swore under her breath, and then turned back to the dance floor to scan the room for Bobby, her eyes found him eventually, dancing in the throng and looking definitely uncomfortable at being one of the only boys dancing alone.
"Hey! Bobby!" she called out to him, motioning him over to Rogue's seated form. Bobby walked over quickly, his face aglow with the sheen from his dancing efforts.
"Woah," he said, taking just one look at the oblivious Rogue, "She is really smashed! All that from one drink?"
Jubilee nodded gravely, "It seems as if her drink was a lot of tequila and not a lot of punch," she mused, "But we better get her up to her room, before she makes a huge scene."
Jubilee quickly grabbed by the arm and yanked her out of her chair.
"Where are we going?" Rogue said, slurring her words as she was dragged out of the danceroom, "The lights were so pretty!" *****************************************
Logan took a long sip of his beer and gazed at himself dejectedly in his room mirror. He was still shirtless, when you are basically indestructible; the need for clothing seems only a minor detail. He was just about to turn and head into the bathroom for a much needed shower, before his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of footsteps climbing the nearby staircase.
"Almost there Rogue," an assured male voice said, "Then we'll just get you right into bed."
Bobby.
Logan felt his claws slid out, echoing the molten anger that was now coursing through his veins. Maybe he couldn't get up the courage to tell Rogue how he felt, but he'd be damned if that icicle could have her!
Without another thought Logan ripped his door open and stomped out into the hall, turning his feet to the direction of Rogue's room.
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