Maybe her eyes are just a little bit red
Almost all the time

"You all right, kid?" He'd come across her on the porch, and she smelled like she'd been crying. A lot.

"Yeah, Logan. I'm fine." She lied, even as she rubbed her hands across her puffy eyes, wet streaks on the heels of her hands. She smiled up at him.

He didn't buy it. Not for a second. But he nodded. He knew she knew he didn't buy it. It was one of the many things that remained unsaid between them. "If you wanted to talk ..." He threw the offer out awkwardly.

She laughed quietly. "I'll go to Jean if I want to talk." She playfully slugged his leg. "Thanks anyway."

He nodded, ruffling her hair before he started past her, crossing the lawn toward the garage.

Maybe her hair, it smells like cigarettes
When I climb into bed with her at night

He knocked quietly.

"It's open." She'd been expecting him. Wide dark eyes lingered on the door as it opened, and she smiled to Bobby. "Hey, stranger."

"Hey, yourself." He smiled, closing and locking the door behind himself as he made his way to her bed, perching on the edge of it. He ran a hand softly over her hair before leaning in to brush his lips over the top of his head. She smelled ... her hair smelled like cigar smoke. He almost asked if she'd been hanging out with Logan - again - but decided he didn't want to hear the answer. "I can't stay long. I haven't even started that essay."

"It's okay." She was almost surprised to find that it really was okay. Was it wrong, to not want your boyfriend to hang out with you?

She's almost perfect
She is so close to being everything

He couldn't help the drift of his thoughts. It was wrong. He knew it was wrong. But knowing it was wrong didn't make him stop wanting it. Wanting her. Sprawled in the recliner, one leg hooked over the arm of it, he took a long drink of his beer, and thought about her.

Her hair. Her eyes. Her cute nose, her perfect lips. The pale skin of her throat he longed to bite, to mark. The slopes of her shoulders, the firm, full curves of her breasts. Her waist, the flare of her hips, the length of her legs. Hell, even her feet were cute.

He popped open another beer, and unfastened his jeans, freeing his erection. Thoughts of her strong in his mind, he began to stroke himself.

She's almost perfect
But she's not, she's not mine

"Bobby, you're smart. Help me with this one?" Kitty's eyes sought his, and she nudged her physics book closer to him, her body following soon after. Her shoulder brushed up against his, a little smile on her lips. "Please?"

"Sure." He slipped one arm around her, just so she could see better, and his arm wasn't in between them, and he began to go over the problem with her.

"Wonder if Rogue's gonna have somethin' to say about the pair of you." Jubilee snapped her gum as she dropped her books on the table across from them.

"We're just doing homework." Kitty muttered, but she pulled away.

Bobby was sad to lose the warmth of her body. His thoughts flicked guiltily to Rogue ... but she was tinkering in the garage with Logan. How was this any different? He slid his arm back around Kitty, pulling her close. "Just doing homework, Jubes."

Maybe she knows she drives me crazy
Just bats her eyes like she's my baby
Maybe she's quick to let her tongue fly at me
She's not the most proper lady

"Which one was that, again?" She scrunched up her nose, regarding the array of tools and parts scattered in the box.

"Are you this completely hopeless with everything you try to learn?"

"Yes." An innocent pout. "C'mon. You can't give me a crash course on this, and expect me to remember it all."

"I would think you'd be able to tell the difference between a flathead and a phillips head." He reached over into the toolbox, withdrawing the proper implement.

"You'd think." Her tongue slid between her lips as she stuck it out at him.

He grunted, turning his attention back to the project at hand. Was she really that naive, that she had no idea what she did to him? The sight of her wet, pink tongue would be on his mind for days. He shook his head, chuckling quietly as he heard her humming something, rifling through the parts. It was nice, having her here, even if it was a distraction.

Maybe she's not quite honest with me
Almost all the time
Maybe I know there's someone else in her life
When I climb into bed with her at night

"I think we need to talk." It was long past time to talk, if he was going to be completely honest. Bobby shoved his hands into his pockets as he watched Rogue brush her hair.

"Oh? What about?" She turned her attention to him, setting the brush on the table. White gloved hands slid over the desktop, her chin tilting up slightly.

"I think we should see other people." He tensed a little, wondering what her reaction to that would be - considering he kind of already was seeing another person.

She nodded, eyes dropping. "Oh."

"Rogue. I'm sorry...it's just..."

"No, it's fine. It's...it's fine." At least she hadn't heard it from someone else. She figured this was something long in coming. She forced a smile, though she couldn't help but add: "I hope you're happier with her."

Bobby sighed, but there wasn't anything else he could say. So he nodded, and turned away. Maybe one day, they'd be friends, or something. But this was for the best, wasn't it?

She wasn't his. She'd never been his. Her heart had been claimed the moment she laid eyes on Logan.

All she had to do, was realize that.