These Days: Could I Start The Day Over, Please?
Type of Story: Series (These Days: )
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Characters: Most all from the X-Men movies.
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything whatsoever, of X-Men or of the music or produces, Actors. I just play with them for a short little while and then send them back to where they belong.

Hmm… I wonder if he’s boxers or briefs? I mean, he looks like a briefs guy. Nothing loose, always uptight. Controlled, I believe is the word for it. I could be wrong, but I’m pretty good at guessing these kinds of things. Scott is definitely a briefs man.

Now Bobby, he’s harder to guess on. But if I had to choose, I’d have to say he’s a briefs man as well. He likes security. He likes knowing “where the stuff is” so-to-speak. Kinda sad… Deep down, he’s a boxers man, but he won’t loosen up.

“What about Logan”, you ask… Ha! He’s ‘commando’ all the way, baby! I mean, look at him! Wild, untamed, laughing at convention… ‘Sides, I mean, c’mon! I have the guy in my head, fer cryin’ out loud! Heh, Logan has no secrets from me. Says that’s why he hates getting into arguments with me. (I always win, I know all of his tricks!)

“Rogue?”

Huh?

“Rogue, could you answer the question please?”

I look up and see Scott (the object of my briefs or boxers dilemma) standing at the front of class, notepad in one hand, whiteboard pen in the other, frowning questioningly at me. I refuse to acknowledge that I noticed how well his Dockers fit that well defined rear (DEFINITELY briefs, HAS to be!) or that I admire how the sunlight dancingly reflects off of his incredibly thick hair (Gawd! – did I just say dancingly?!).

*Blink, blink*

“Um, Prague?” I throw out the answer quickly. Dammit! – What class am I in again?!

“Rogue, the last time I checked, X² – 4 doesn’t factor to Prague.”

“Oh.”

Shit!

I hear Jubes snicker. I shoot a glare at her, but she just snickers more. *Sigh* Scott just shakes his head and I hear him mumble something about ‘kids and ADD and …. ‘ Beyond that, I’m not sure. He thin dismisses the class, walking through and handing back the pop quizzes from yesterday. I’m at the back of the class (I can daydream back there and usually not get caught) and in the process of ducking out before I can be lectured. Scott’s almost to me with my quiz… I need out of here!

I’m frantically, without looking frantic (least, that’s what I think I’m pulling off… probably failing miserably) trying to get my books thrown into my bag when I see a shadow loom over me. I look up and there’s Scott looking down at me. He tosses my quiz onto my notebook and looks at me for a short second. (Did I blush?? I’m not sure).

Suddenly, he gives a smirk, leans down and says, “Boxers, Rogue” and walks off.

*Blink, blink*

Huh?

I look down and want to die! Right there, scribbled onto my notebook page is:

Scott: Boxers or briefs?

…… uh……

Could I start the day over, please??!