A/N: "Well...at least Bobby finally got to take his dump" LittleIrishRogue Lol true!

"lol, that was funny! he certainly got what he deserved! Title fitted perfectly!" Doyles-always Omg yes! The title was perfect!

"You know I've never read anyone being so evil to bobby before. You should do it more often. Bobby wasn't the only one would needed a change of pants after that. You had me peeing myself with laughter!" Coletterby LMAO!

Thanks for the rest of the reviews Orli, Chica De Los Ojos Cafe, and preciousbabyblue. Let's continue!

Snow and Fire Don't Mix!

Ch. 12

Rubbing it in

Rogue leftover half of her meal. John finished his.

"Do you have room for dessert?" Rogue asked.

"For ice cream, no. For everything else, yes."

"How can you still be hungry? Don't you eat anything in the mansion?" she asked him.

"Not really … the food in the mansion is gross! Who the hell cooks the food, anyway?"

"Jean."

John made a face. "No wonder I'm borderline underweight."

Bobby made the water lukewarm. Sometimes all you need is a nice shower to restart your day. However, obviously, it was too late.

He used a lot—I mean a lot—of soap. Literally squeaky clean! He wrapped a towel around his waist and quickly dried his hair with another towel. Bobby ran around the room like a maniac looking for clean boxers, socks, pants, and a sweatshirt. He practically tripped over his sneakers looking for his hotel key. And dammit he was not going to forget that again!

Bobby had gotten out of the closet all by himself and he was going to rub it in John's face immediately and not a second later! He ran out of the room in search of his polar opposite.

Going outside was the last place John would want to be, so Bobby figured he was in the hotel somewhere. But where?

Bobby was a fast runner when he wanted to be. He looked everywhere but downstairs. And he was very careful going down the stairs this time. The lower level was empty and he was about to head back upstairs when he saw light coming from the basement's staircase. Bobby heard laughing and he knew right away who it was.

Bobby rounded the corner so fast that he almost ran right into that girl who helped him earlier.

She placed her hands on her hips, irritated by almost getting mowed down. "What is it this time? Your key? Bathroom? Or both?" she rattled off in a huff.

Embarrassed, Bobby's face flushed. He didn't have time for this shit (lol seriously no pun intended). Silently, he quickly walked away avoiding the question and her peeved gaze. She reminded him of John in one way or another and it was kind of freaking him out.

By the correct room, he stopped abruptly to change his pace. Bobby casually walked in acting like everything was squeaky clean. (Again, no pun intended)

He stood at the table Rogue and John were sitting at. Bobby glanced over to John and asked, "Surprised?"

John smirked and then sobered to deadpan utter, "No."

That wasn't the answer the blond wanted to hear. "Excuse me?"

"What took you so long?"

Bobby crossed his arms. "What do you mean?" John was confusing him.

"All you had to do was freeze the rope. So I'll ask again…what took you so long?"

"Umm."

"So Bobo … when did you get out … finally?"

Rogue interjected, "I knew it! You did do something!"

"Hey, I stuffed Bobby in the closet for both of us and it turned out to be a nice night."

"That it was," she agreed.

"If you wanted time alone all you had to do was tell me," Bobby said earnestly.

"Yeah, and it wouldn't have lasted long … besides it was fun leaving you in there."

"It was NOT cool at all!"

John laughed. "Says you."

"Well, I was the one left in there!"

"Rogue, if it was you … would you have thought it was fun?" John asked.

"Of course!" she replied instantly.

John grinned. "See Bobby"

Bobby pointed his finger at Rogue. "She's lying!"

Ignoring Bobby, John asked, "So Rogue … are you ready to call it a night?"

She stood up and leaned over the small round table and kissed John softly on the lips. "Now I'm ready."

Rogue and John held hands as they walked back to their rooms. Trailing behind was Bobby, muttering to himself.

The three of them were in the hallway right outside their rooms. Rogue and John were saying their good nights and Bobby was wishing they would hurry up.

Eventually, they said, "Good night" and parted. John opened the door to his room and slammed it shut unable to go in.

Rogue turned around. "What's wrong?"

John turned around and made a face. "It reeks in there! Bobby, what the hell did you do to our room!"

Bobby's eyes widened as his jaw slid open. "My pants!"

John and Rogue looked at each other.

Bobby continued, "Well, John, I was stuck in that damn closet for so long that I had to go to the bathroom. When I finally got out of the closet I was in a rush to find you that I forgot my key and every godforsaken restroom was closed! Anyway, I slipped and fell on the lower level and you can guess the rest. As you can see … er … smell I forgot to get rid of the pants."

When his roommate finished explaining, John started to crack up. "Man, I wish I saw that!"

"So it's your fault our room smells like shit!"

John was still laughing.

"It's not funny!"

"Where are you two going to sleep?" Rogue asked.

John laughed a little more, sighed, and stopped. "Your room, I don't mind sleeping on the floor."

"Someone's going to have to tell the hotel staff about the room," Rogue said.

John smirked. "Bobby should do it."

The blond shook his head rapidly. "I think I've been embarrassed enough today."

"So what's the big deal if you're embarrassed one more time?"

Bobby was getting irritated and he exploded. "You're right … you're damn right!" Bobby went down to the lobby. He didn't care anymore. He told the desk clerk what he needed to know to clean the room. In the midst of everything, he suggested gas masks. The clerk laughed but Bobby was dead serious.

Rogue's door was left unlocked so Bobby could get in swiftly. He slammed the door. "Are you happy now?"

John was sitting in a chair leaning it back on its hind legs. "Yes."

Bobby made a fist. "I don't even know why I bother talking to you."

"Bobby, If you want me to say 'I'm sorry' you're out of luck because that's not going to happen. You know when you mess with me I fuck you up twice as hard. So as I like to say … if you can't handle the heat then get out of Pyro's way."

Kitty entered the room. Her appearance broke the increasing tension. "What are you two doing in our room?"

Bobby grumbled. "Don't ask."

John was going to do the honors but he figured he would save the story for when they got back to the mansion. For John to tell a story it had to be extremely good and this story would top all of his others.

"Like, did I interrupt something?"

"No," Rogue said before Bobby or John could say anything.

"Okay, well I think we should all get some sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a big day!"

John didn't like the sound of that. "What exactly are we doing tomorrow?" he asked, suspicion in his tone obvious.

Bobby smiled. Kitty was able to keep quiet and Rogue went into the bathroom to change, avoiding the question. Rogue came out and Kitty was next to go into the bathroom. John was waiting for an answer.

He asked again.

"John, don't worry about it. Get some sleep because you're going to need it."

"You know, Rogue … that doesn't answer my question."

"I know." Rogue's lips quirked as she drifted off to sleep.

A/N: You know the drill. I write; you review. Until next time -Peace-