| Part 2 ******************** Go to Part 3 ******************** I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure And I just can't wait till the day when you knock on my door Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down 'Cause I just can't wait till you write me you're comin' around Rogue turned over in her bed and pulled a pillow over her head, trying to tune out Jubilee who, in her unexplained obsession with eighties music, was singing loudly along with a CD she'd just burned. Now I'm walking on sunshine I'm walking on sunshine I'm walking on sunshine And don't it feel good Hey! All right now And don't it feel good Hey! Yeah! Rogue let out a muffled whimper into the pillow, doing her best to convince herself that it was the cheeriness of the song at a time when she wanted to be anything but cheery that was annoying her, not that she was actually becoming jealous of whomever it was who was going to get a letter that told her the man of her dreams was coming home. I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it's true And I don't wanna spend my whole life just a waitin' for you Now don't want you back for the weekend, not back for a day I said baby I just want you back and I want you to stay I'm walkin' on sunshine I'm walkin' on sunshine I'm walkin' on sunshine And don't it feel good . . . "Ah!" Rogue sat up. "Could ya turn that crap off?!" Jubilee turned around, looking offended. "Katrina and the Waves is not crap!" "That evil song is!" Jubilee cocked an eyebrow. "Don't tell me that reminded you of Logan." Rogue flopped back on the bed. "Everything reminds me of Logan." "Now that's just sad." "Tell me about it." Jubilee sat down on the edge of her own bed. "You can't keep doing this." "Doing what?" "Brooding over that asshole." Rogue glared at her. "Logan is not an asshole." Jubilee snorted. "Coulda fooled me." Rogue crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. "You don't know 'im like I do, Jubes." "Maybe not, but I do know that he's must be a self-centered prick for making my best friend cry." "I'm not cryin'." "Not right now." Rogue sat back up and drew her knees up to her chin. "You don't understand. Logan's a part of me. Literally. I can't just push that all away. And whether he treats me the way he probably should, or even realizes that I care about him as much as I do or not, I don't care. I'm willin' to suffer for an eternity if it means I get to spend even a moment with him." Jubilee sighed. "You need help." Rogue looked down and forced back tears. "I know." "Look, how about me an' you an' Kitty go out on the town tonight? It's Saturday, so we don't have any classes tomorrow and a girls' night out could be just what you need." Rogue sighed. "I . . .I don't know . . .I think I'd rather just stay home and . . ." "And what? Brood? Stare at his dogtags and wish you were holding him instead? Watch sappy romantic comedies and drown your sorrows in a pint of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia? What Rogue? What's a better way to spend your night?" "I like Phish Food," Rogue said. "You're the one that likes Cherry Garcia." Jubilee smiled. "Right. So come on, go out with us. There is fun out there that doesn't involve Logan." "Maybe." "You know there is. We used to have it all the time before he came back here and crushed your heart yet again." Rogue sighed again. "I know." She looked up. "All right, I'll go with y'all." Jubilee grinned. "Great! We'll leave, say, seven-thirtyish?" "Fine. I'll try to be ready." Jubilee shook her head. "No. Try not. Do or kick your ass, I will. There is no try." Rogue laughed. "All right then, Yoda-lee." "You'll be ready to go then?" "Yep." "Cool. I'm gonna go warn Kitty that she'll be clubbin', 'kay?" "Sure." "And stop the angst-fest! You're gonna have fun tonight whether you like it or not!" Rogue gave her a mock-salute. "Yes, Master!" Jubilee gave an exaggerated grin before going off to find Kitty. |