Jean has never seen his eyes. For as long as she's known Scott, he's either worn his glasses or kept his eyes tightly shut. But it's never really mattered to her. She doesn't care if they're green or blue or brown. All she cares about is the trust they hold, and she doesn't need to see them to know the trust is there. Scott only has to hold her and kiss her to show her how much he trusts her. No, Jean doesn't have to see the trust in his eyes. She only has to kiss him to know it's there.
Characters: Rogue, Scott
Rogue had been missing all day, and no one seemed to know where she was. Kitty couldn’t find her in the library, and Jubilee hadn’t seen her in her room. By the time five o’clock rolled around, Scott had frantically searched every inch of the mansion and was in the middle of searching the grounds.
Finally, one of the students pointed to the rooftop. “Doesn’t that look like Rogue?” Scott followed her line of vision to see a dark figure resting on top of the mansion. Relieved, he thanked the search party and jogged into the house.
Once he reached Rogue’s spot on the roof, he quietly sat down beside her.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“Okay, I guess,” she answered, her eyes never leaving the grounds in front of her.
“That’s not an answer.”
She turned her brown eyes on him. “How do you think I feel? Bobby’s out there God knows where, and we can’t seem to find him.” Looking back at the grounds, she picked up a rock and threw it. “I told him not to go after John. I told him to stay here.”
Scott watched the rock sail through the air and land in the small fountain in front of the mansion. “Bobby knows how to take care of himself. Besides, we’ve got Logan and Storm out looking for him. They’ll let us know the minute they find him.”
“I should be out there.”
Scott gently placed a hand over her gloved one. “No, you shouldn’t. I’ve got enough team members to worry about. I don’t need anymore.”
“But what if he doesn’t come back?” This time when she looked at him, her eyes watered.
“You can’t think like that. We’ll find him.” That said, Scott carefully wrapped an arm around Rogue’s shoulders as she laid her head on his shoulder. Together, they looked out across the grounds.
“Mystique, can I ask you a personal question?”
“It depends on what it is.”
“Have you always been blue?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never met anybody who was blue before.”
“Have you always been able to control fire?”
“Only since I was fourteen.”
“Then you have your answer.”
“So, you weren’t always blue?”
“Does it bother you sometimes? You know, being different?”
“Do you have to ask so many stupid questions?”
“Yes, sometimes it does bother me. Then sometimes I think being blue is beautiful.”
“Yeah, it is.”
I roll my eyes as I watch him laugh and hold his lighter out of reach from the two guys. Why does John always have to act like a jerk? Rogue doesn’t look impressed either. Looking at each other, we decide that we need to try to put a stop to this.
“Come on, man, cut it out,” I say.
“Afraid I might impress your girlfriend?” John shoots back.
“She’s not impressed.”
That’s when the guy closest to John snatches his beloved lighter and lights his cigarette. He taunts my roommate some more, blowing smoke into his face as he tosses the lighter back to him. Uh-oh, I know that look in John’s eyes. Knowing him, this can only go from bad to worse.
“Ow! That hurts. Could you get off my back?” Bobby yelled.
John shook his head. “There’s no way I’m moving, man.”
“Will you two quit being such babies?” Rogue scolded, rolling her eyes. “I swear.”
“Hey, how come he gets to be on top?” Bobby complained.
“Because that’s where it landed, buddy,” John chuckled.
“Fine…Rogue, where do I move next?”
Sighing, Rogue picked up the card and spun the arrow. “Bobby, left hand…blue.”
Bobby groaned when he saw where the blue spot was. Right then, he promised himself that he would never play Twister with John and Rogue again.
She never notices me. Never sees me sitting in front of her, never pays attention to the fireballs I light. She doesn’t see the looks I sneak her way or how I try to catch her eyes. No, the only person she has eyes for is Bobby.
Hell, I’ll never let on that I’ve got a thing for her. I’ll hang out as the third wheel, pretending that I don’t care. I’ll toss out my snarky comments and play the bad boy. She’ll never know the difference, and I’ll keep it that way until maybe, someday, she’ll finally see me.
Bobby Drake sighed as he stretched out on his bed. Christmas with the family wasn’t what it used to be since he told them about his mutation. Everybody acted as if he were a stranger, and he was beginning to wonder if they would ever accept him again.
Just then, he felt something jump into his lap. Looking down, he met a pair of trusting eyes peering out of a furry face. The family cat. Happily, the animal curled up and made himself comfortable.
Bobby chuckled as he scratched the cat’s head. “At least you still love me, boy.”
I see her the minute she walks into the room, and remember why I love her so much. Her red hair barely brushes her shoulders and her green eyes sparkle. Her smell is intoxicating, a lavender scent that fills the room. I close my eyes and think about the touch of her soft skin and the musical sound when she laughs.
Man, how lucky can I be? How did I, an average guy who sees the world through a pair of red sunglasses win this woman’s heart? I am so thankful that she’s mine.
Opening her eyes, she rolled over and studied the man lying next to her. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. Carefully, she reached out and touched his soft brown hair.
She loved moments like this. Moments when it was just the two of them, and he would let her see the love in his bluish hazel eyes. To the rest of the world, he was as wild and untamable as the element he controlled. However, in the dark of night, he would lower his guard, and only she would know the real John Allerdyce.
They weren’t supposed to find me. Hell, I didn’t want them to find me. I had made a new life, started over.
Things were going well, you know? I had found someone who loved me and didn’t care that I could throw fire. Someone who trusted me.
Then just when I think everything will be all right, they show up. I guess what they say is true; the past always comes back to haunt you. I’m not giving up this new life, though. I make my own choices, and no one’s going to tell me who I’m supposed to be.
Red. To some people the color represented anger and violence. To Scott, it represented love.
Jean’s red hair was the first thing Scott had ever noticed about her. Sure, through his glasses everybody’s hair looked red, but he knew Jean’s really was. He loved how strands of it would fall into her eyes when she had it swept up into a bun or the way it would brush her chin when she let it down.
Yes, if Scott had to choose his favorite color, it would definitely be red. Red meant Jean, and that was the way he liked it.
Skin on skin, two bodies intertwined.
His soft lips caressed hers, a warm touch she had never felt before. They traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of comfort across her chin and down to her neck.
Her hands moved from the silky strands of his hair to trace the muscles in his back.
All of a sudden, there was a faint ringing sound. It grew closer, louder.
Rogue’s eyes snapped open, and she glared at her alarm clock. Furiously, she sat up and pulled on her long gloves.
“It’s not fair,” she mumbled as she shut it off.
I glare at the picture, almost wishing I could set it on fire. A perfect family, all smiles and full of trust. Yeah, right.
Nobody can truly trust their family. In fact, you can’t trust anybody; that’s what I always tell Bobby. They’ll turn on you faster than a raging blaze. Hell, that’s what my family did to me. Hurt them before they hurt you. He doesn’t believe me, though. He’s too much of an idealist for that.
Come on, Bobby, a perfect family? Would you still be able to trust them if they knew what you were?
Lost in his own world, John never heard the door open or the voices that followed it. He was too busy trying to get his characters out of a dangerous situation.
“What are you doing?” Rogue asked from behind him, causing him to jump.
“Nothing.” Desperately, he tried to hide his story.
His reaction was too late. Bobby yanked the notebook out of his hands, and he and Rogue started to read.
After a while, Bobby looked up, stunned. “This is really good, man. Why didn’t you tell me you could write like this?”
John just shrugged. “You never asked.”