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Backdated to last Sunday afternoon. Dani finds Kyle in the gym and they discuss the dance, Forge and the suckiness that growing up can be. A few questions are also answered.

Dani stalked around the school in search for Kyle. She couldn't figure out his specific emotions from everyone elses yet, but she could feel he was not pleased. After tryng to ignore it for several hours, she decided to do something about it, if only for her sanity. As she neared the gym the emotions were stronger, bingo.

Healing factor or not, Kyle had learned after the first time that punching the heavy bag until his hands bled was a bad idea. On top of it -hurting-, the smell of his own blood made him want to retch, and barfing on the gym floor just didn't seem like a good idea.

The wireless earphone thingers that Forge had made for him helped with the music and calming down. It worked pretty well too. Throw a Rollins or Mike Ness CD in the Discman, and go full out on the bag with hands and feet. Kyle'd learned that if he did it right, he could handplant and kick the bag. It didn't seem useful, but it was -fun-, and it helped get rid of the lingering anger.

Standing by the gymnastics horse she watched as Kyle beat up the punching bag. It was a good thing it wasn't a person, which was probably why it was there, Dani realized a second later.

A few minutes later she was tired of standing and awkwardly climbed up onto the horse to wait for Kyle to reach a stopping point. Lots of pent up anger, but at least she had thought ahead and took an inhibitor bracelet before she went looking for him.

It took Kyle a few minutes to realize there was someone else in the room. The music had hidden the sounds of Dani coming in, and he wasn't inclined to notice new smells when he was pounding the crap out of the heavy bag. He didn't see her until he'd taken a step back to try to reproduce one of those very cool looking run-and-kick-the-bag things he'd seen Doug doing a few days earlier.

"Hey.. . " He said, brushing sweaty hair from his face - and noting that it was probably time to cut his hair. Again. "um... did I do something? Wrong, I mean?"

"Nope. You're just all pissy tonight and I was wondering why?" Dani replied smiling, with the inhibitor on now, she knew she had her emotions to herself and that was reassuring. "I mean, you had fun last night."

Kyle shrugged. "Dunno. I guess it was fun, but, kinda weird, and Forge was ..." And just how do you explain that its damned weird to see your short, scrawny roommate macking on half your female classmates to one of the female classmates said roommate is macking on? Kyle shook his head. "I dunno, just feel dances aren't my thing. The whole suit, tie, dancing thing. Not me."

"You looked good," Danielle informed him, "Seriously. And you aren't a bad dancer either, at least you seemed to know the music. What about Forge?" she raised her arm showing him the inhibitor bracelet, "I'm not guessing."

Kyle frowned. "Forge is like, six inches shorter than me and like, half the women there were all over him. What the -hell-?" He shook his head. "And all my jokes aside about Ramsey, it was like, I dunno, white rabbit day. My total dork roommate completly macks on everyone, and the second coolest guy here spent half the night being a wallflower?"

"White rabbit day?" she repeated, shaking her head, "Whatever. He danced with what?" she ticked the people off on one hand, "Me, Carlie, Catseye...that's three people? And he's my brother, ain't nothing happening and you know it. And Catseye is...Catseye. He probably bribed her with pastrami. And it's not like I didn't dance with other guys, hell, I danced with you!"

"Yeah, but its Forge." Kyle said, before flopping down on the gym mat. "And I dunno, its just weird. Maybe its just the whole mutant thing. I dunno, I never went to a dance before,and even if I had..." He fell back, crossing his arms under his head. "Everybody's older than me. I feel like some little kid, even in the suit. Hell, I think Catseye's older than me."

Climbing down off the horse, Dani laid down next to him, ignoring his stinky sweat. She'd smelled worse, "You can't be old until you're young, Kyle. No matter how much you may want to be. But you know, I felt like a kid playing dress up last night too. Ms. Dane did my makeup and everything, I don't know how."

"It was like, normal, only not. I mean, yay, high school, okay? So not complaining about being here, but ..." Kyle gestured, pointing down at his feet. "I dunno, I still keep expecting to wake up in the big white room, or wake up and I'm scrawny and short and can't do a standing backflip and I'm just the short kid that the stoners put up with. Or something. Its not here, I don't think. Its just half the time, I don't feel ... I dunno, its hard to explain."

"It's hard to beleive this place is real sometimes, yeah," Dani agreed, shifting her weight a little, "I wake up at night thinking I'm on the road again. Wandering around in the cold mostly crazy and half dead. But I'm in bed or on your couch or somewhere, warm and kinda hungry and having to pee."

Kyle blinked. "And yeah, by the way? What's up with that? I mean, you have a room, right, but you sleep on our couch?" He scratched at his head. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I got no problem with it, but its like our room is the sleepover room or something. Is the couch that comfy?"

Laughing, she propped herself up on one elbow and looked at him, "I hate sleeping alone and I don't even have a roommate. Growing up, I never had a bedroom, I slept on a couch much worse than yours. After I moved in with Shel, I shared a bed with him and the room with his younger brother. I ain't ever had so much room...it don't feel right. Your room feels better."

"So you sleep in our room because its -crowded-?" Kyle asked. "Dani? You're weird. I mean, on top of, you know, calling Forge names, you're weird on top of that." He was working very, very hard not to be annoyed that he had to share his space and stuff with yet another person. Doc Samson had said he should work on that, and he was. It just wasn't -easy-.

"If you don't like it, I'll sleep in my room," she told him, trying very hard not to be upset if he did, it was his room after all and she hadn't asked. She had figured someone would have complained already if it was a big deal. It wasn't like she wandered around their room naked or anything, and she tried to keep the fridge stocked with food too.

"Its not ... " Kyle shook his head. "Its a -thing-, okay? I'm working on it, and hey, I do stuff I need to so I can sleep, I can't tell anyone else not to do their thing they need to do to sleep." He paused and scratched his head. "Sides, it gets Forge all bunched up and freaked sometimes, so I can't complain much."

Giggling, Dani sat back up, "It does doesn't it? Not that it's really hard to do. You feel better, then?" she asked, discreetly thumbing the inhibitor off, "No more killing the helpless bag for today?"

"Yeah. No more beating on the bag today." Kyle said. "But the bag is for killing. That's why its there, and its better than killing the helpless roommates..."