Spring Break
::bell rings:: It’s the last day of school before spring break, Bobby and Rogue are leaving their last subject for the day, Storm’s History class. Rogue rushes to her locker to get her things, and she arrives to see Jubilee gathering stuff from her locker as well.
“Hey Rogue.”
“Hey,” throwing her stuff down Rogue kneels at her locker and begins putting in her combination, “God, I am so ready for spring break.”
“Yeah, I know. Gotta get away from all this chaos, right?”
“ROGUE!” Bobby comes running down the hallway towards her, flailing one arm about in the air. Once he gets there, he leans against the lockers breathing heavily. “Hey…you… sure did… get out of… class… fast.”
“Yeah…” Rogue shuts her locker and stands up.
“So…you’re gonna come see me out in Boston over spring break, right?” Bobby asks, beaming like only giddy schoolboys do.
Desperately searching for an excuse, Rogue replies, “Um…yeah…I…” when Jubilee intervenes.
“Come on Rogue! We’re gonna be late! Let’s go!” She grabs Rogue by the arm and takes off down the hall.
Bobby shouts after them, “YOU HAVE PLANS? WHERE ARE YOU GOING?…GIVE ME A CALL, OK?”
“OK, BOBBY!” Rogue yells back sarcastically without turning.
Once further down the hall they slow their pace.
“Thanks…God, sometimes I think that child is stalkin’ me!”
Jubilee laughs, “No problem.”
They make their way out of the school and to the parking lot where Logan is waiting for them. He’s leaning against a blue car, a beer in one hand, cigar in the other.
“Logan!” Rogue dons a mile wide smile and starts running towards him. She gives him a hug and it seems as if she won’t let go.
“Hey, kid.” Logan scoffs to himself. “You two ready to go?”
“Isn’t this Scott’s car?” Jubilee asks.
Rogue and Logan start laughing. Logan turns to Jubilee, “No.”
“Really? I could’ve sworn this was Scott’s car.”
“Well you’re wrong, its not.” Rogue giggles nervously as she starts to put their things in the trunk.
“Come on let’s go!” Rogue quickly claims shotgun, closing the door as Logan starts the engine, peeling out just in time to see a cursing and screaming Scott shaking an angry fist at them.
“…tightly wound pain in the ass…” Logan mumbled under his breath already aggravated enough about “wheels” assigning him to babysitting “untouchable” and “banana girl” in her constant yellow…but now even Scott’s whining, no matter how funny, still annoyed the fuck out of him.
“Logan,” Rogue spoke in her best sweet, southern tone. “Why are you so tense? You should relax, sug.”
Logan raised an eyebrow as the girl he had always viewed as a daughter now sat there rubbing his thigh and poorly flirting with him.
“Hey Rogue, you helpin’ Logan with a leg cramp or are you this friendly with all our teachers?” Jubilee smiled as Rogue shot her a look.
“I’m just trying to get Logan to relax. Isn’t that right, Logan?”
“I’m fine, kid.” Logan growled as he moved her hand from his leg.
“Shit.” Rogue muttered as her cell phone went off and Bobby’s name popped up on the caller ID.“Hello? What?…No, Scott gave us the keys!…Look, I gotta go, sug. Logan doesn’t need you callin’ and distractin’ him, ok?…Alright bye, sug.” She sighed hanging up with him.
“He wasn’t distractin’ me, kid.” Logan smiled as an annoyed Rogue glared at him.
“Shut up, metal man.” Rogue promptly turned her head, staring out the window.
“So Logan, what’d you do to get stuck with us, or do you just like your women young?” remarked Jubilee.
“Do you ever shut up?” Logan growled, wanting only to get on that plane and get to the alcohol, he couldn’t take much more of this.
Rogue releases her gaze from the window, “Why so quiet, Logan? What’s wrong? Would you rather be wandering in the woods alone than here with me…us!?”
Jubilee starts laughing to herself, “Those two.” She leans up between the front seats. “You guys fight like an old married couple, you know that?”
“And do you know that if your head was any further up your ass you would need the Jaws of Life to remove it! Mind your own business, Jubes!”
“Yeah, what the kid said.” Rogue almost squealed when she caught Logan smile at her briefly.
“Touchy, touchy. You must not’ve gotten enough sleep, what with Bobby calling every five minutes.” Jubilee retorted.
“Thank god.” Logan mumbled as he pulled into the parking lot of the airport.
