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Lyrics by Avril Lavigne - When You're Gone
W h e n Y o u ' r e G o n e
R O U G E + J O H N
I always needed time on my own
I never thought I'd need you there when I cry
And the days feel like years when I'm alone
And the bed where you lie
is made up on your side
Her cheeks tickled slightly as the warm breeze tossed her white bangs in her face. Today, like the many days before, the sun with affectionate winds to cool just enough to cool you down. It was the perfect summer day. So why was Rogue crying? She walked through the front doors to seek refuge from the annoyingly perfect day. No one would see her tears fall past her chestnut hair obscuring her eyes and she liked it that way. She didn't want anyone to see her crying…especially her boyfriend Bobby who…actually hadn't been looking for her all morning.
Bobby, had actually taken her silence as one of her moods. There were times when she would just go to her room and shut the door behind her, not allowing access to anyone who had come to her door. It was her alone time, her time to think and get away from it all. Sometimes instead of going to her room she would go to his room and …not Bobby's.
John was special like that.
Sometimes she would be left with a lingering feeling of guilt spending intimate times with John that should have been left for her boyfriend. But there was something about him…He never said the right things…and for some reason his words would always make her feel better. There was something that drew her to him...maybe that's why she ended up facing the closed door to his dorm. It was a closed door that she quickly opened with her gloved hand.
Everything was perfectly in place which made everything wrong. The bed was perfectly made, there were no clothes on the floor, no burned items on the ground, and then there was the absence of that continuous clicking sound of the lighter. John's clothes were always on the floor along with burned bits of homework…and maybe a text book or two.
And never ever in her whole time of knowing John had he ever made his bed.
F L A S H B A C K
It had been like this for the past few weeks now. It started when she had come to him two weeks ago knocking on his bedroom door in the middle of the night. She had tears falling down her cheeks and her hair a mess. He knew something was wrong as soon as he caught a glimpse of her. And one thought came to mind.
Laying one hand on her shoulder he stroked her bare cheek soothingly not even flinching when her mutation kicked in, Rogue on the other hand immediately turned her face away. It pained him to see her in the state that she was in and being completely helpless in comforting her. "What did Bobby do to you?" he asked with anger and bitterness in his voice.
"What…?" she asked a little bit surprised at his sudden accusation.
"I said 'What did Bobby do to you?'" he repeated looking at her with a straight face.
"I…I…" she began to stutter. "Nothing…"
"Rogue…you can tell-"
She shook her head as she crossed her arms in front of her hugging herself while more tears fell from her eyes. ice-cube…" He let out a defeated sigh as he led a reluctant Rogue into his room.
"Here…you wanna sit?" he asked her gently as if his voice could break her. He looked at her only to see her look away as if she was ashamed of something. Taking that as a yes he led her to the bed where she laid down and closed her eyes. She just looked exhausted. A low sigh left her lips before her eyes opened again to see John lying down next to her.
She was a little bit surprised but too tired to care. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face was sticky with tears, her hair was a mess, and she wasn't exactly wearing cute pajamas. If this was any other situation she would never in a million years let John see her in the state she was in right now so it surprised her when she saw that he didn't care.
He brushed her white bangs away from her face, not even afraid of touching her skin. Continuously he brushed and played with her hair in a comforting manner. There was something different in his eyes when he looked at her that night. His cold bad boy exterior melted before her showing only concern for her.
"So you gonna tell me what's wrong?" She didn't answer.
"Nothings wrong…" she lied.
"So you were just…crying for no reason?" he asked sarcastically.
When she didn't answer he shrugged and reached for his lighter on the bed stand, flicking it open. "Either way your boyfriends gonna get it tomorrow." His hands hovered over his belly as he created a fireball.
"Hey who said this was about Bobby?" she asked finally speaking out.
He raised an eyebrow at her skeptically for an answer. "Then who is it about?" Again she just laid silent as she turned her eyes down avoiding his.
She shifted uncomfortably under his interrogation. "Don't call him that."
"My boyfriend…" she answered softly.
"What?" he asked with a different tone in his voice.
"My boyfriend…" she repeated again.
"No I know what you said I mean…did you guys break up?" he asked clarifying himself.
"No…just a fight…" Of course she wasn't going to tell John about what happened even though she knew that that's what his next question was going to be. She felt stupid enough as it was coming to his room in the middle of the night. Maybe she was better off in her room!
"About what?" he asked pestering her with more questions.
"John! You're just not gonna stop asking are you?" she asked somewhat annoyed and half amused. There was a slight manner of change in her voice that she didn't recognize.
"No." His voice was dripping with playfulness; it was evident to her that he was clearly enjoying himself…not that she couldn't say the same for herself.
Dividing his concentration, the fireball separated into three small flames as he made them dance in the air. There was something about him that always made her feel at ease even though he was playing with his stupid lighter. He wasn't even looking at her but she knew that he was paying more attention to her than he ever paid attention to anything else.
"As your future boyfriend I think I have the right to know what's going on with your current relationship." He said breaking the short silence.
"Excuse me?!" she asked letting out a loud laugh, grinning into a large shocked smile.
"You're excused," he said simply as continued to play with the flames in front of him.
A shocked scoff left her smiling lips as she pushed herself up with her arm to see his face better. "You are unbelievable."
"I know," he said snuffing out the remaining embers effortlessly.
"And annoying," she said pushing his lightly.
"It's all worth it," he said in that cocky voice he always had when he had accomplished something he had set out to do.
"What do you mean?" she asked somewhat confused.
"I made you smile didn't I?" he asked turning to her giving her a questioningly look.
He saw the realization creep up on her face and no matter how she tried to wipe the smile off her face it only made her smile more.
"I can't believe you," she said plopping back down on the bed with a grin still on her face.
"Like you said I am unbelievable," he said with a hidden laugh behind his eyes.
"Oh shut up," she said giving him another push resisting the urge to shove him off the bed
A few moments had passed and both of them laid in their silent presence. Rogue was half asleep when she felt an arm wrap itself around her waist and the warmth of John's body heat as he snuggled close beside her. It was too dark to see but he knew that she was smiling.
"It'll all be okay…whatever it is"
And for the multiple times that night she smiled and closed her eyes breathing in his scent. "Marie…"
"…Marie…" he whispered back.
Somehow during the duration of playing back her memory she had ended up back on his bed. Silent tears dried on her cheeks but anyone could clearly tell that she had been crying…all day. It felt similar to that night. Instead this time there was no John to dry her ears or put his arm around her and snuggle close to her. There was no John to tell her it would be okay and whisper her name in her ear.
She shifted off the bed leisurely leaving the sheets and pillow skewed on the floor. When she got to the door she looked back at the unmade bed. A half hearted smile played at her lips as she left and closed the door behind her.
John had never made his bed.