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Sighing, Kitty stared at her side of the room and its colourful array of posters portraying cats and cute logos or catchphrases. She was trying not to look at her gothic roommate who was currently glowering at her.

Rogue finally gave up staring at the valley girl and, swallowing in dread, moved over from the black and dark purples that marked her half of the room to the bright pinks and creams that marked Kitty's. Trying not to touch anything, in case she became contaminated by glitter, she gingerly sat on the pink bedspread. "Kitty."

The girl sighed. "What is, like, the problem Rogue? You've been on at me for like, an hour and I haven't even turned my music or anything on."

Shaking her head, the goth sighed and pinched her nose, wondering if she was going to start making a steeple out of her hands like the professor did when he was thinking of how to say something difficult in such a way to cause the least offence.

It was too troublesome to bother so she said it blankly instead.

"You insulted Kurt, again."

"And?" Kitty raised her eyebrows. "I was like, totally joking with him about being a blue fur ball in the danger room."

"No Kitty, after that."

The girl thought for a moment. "Complaining about his teleporting like, right next to me and making me like, totally stink of brimstone for the whole day? I was really going to try and ask -"

"Not that comment."

"Err…at the cafeteria when I told him off about eating my food?"

"No."

"In the car, like when I told him not to sit next to me because he's like, moulting because of all the heat?"

Rogue raised her eyebrows. "He told everyone at breakfast this morning he was moulting because of the English test he's being made to sit tomorrow about that play by Shakespeare." She shook her head. "Even I don't get all that 'thee' and 'thou' and mercury and moonlight romance stuff."

"He'll like, get off easy on that one."

"That's not the point, you still insulted him."

Kitty groaned. "Was it when I called him a fur ball before dinner?"

"No."

"When I complained about the blue hair in my soup?"

"No, we all did, and he did warn us about the moulting at breakfast."

"Like when I told him to leave me alone so I could do my homework?"

"Not then either."

Kitty groaned. "Like when then?"

"When you called him 'icky' before slamming the door in his face and yelling at him to 'like, get totally lost for like, ever'."

"I didn't say that!"

"Yeah, it was 'like, get totally lost for all I care'."

The valley girl just shrugged. "So like what, he doesn't mind it."

"He does mind it."

"Then why isn't he complaining and you are?"

Rogue just sighed and moved back to her side of the room, feeling more secure in the dark colours and rock posters. "Because he cares too much about what you'd think of him afterwards. He doesn't like people flinching from him -"

"I don't -"

"You do flinch, but he hates it even more when people act overly nice because he doesn't like people flinching from him." The goth shook her head. "You wont understand, you're too self absorbed."

If anyone was self absorbed, Kitty felt, it was the goth sitting in front of her that was examining her reflection in the mirror as she carefully removed the dark makeup from her face.

Looking at the valley girl again with disdain, Rogue eventually rolled her eyes. "How would you feel if you were in Kurt's position? Being told off and being called names is really going to hurt a lot more than it does to someone like me who chooses to be different."

"I like, think your totally blowing this out of proportion – it was one comment, he's like, not going to throw himself off the roof."

"You sure?"

Kitty glanced out the window to make sure no blur of falling blue fur passed it. "Like, yeah, totally."

"Sure." Finishing the last of the makeup removal, Rogue stretched. "I'm going to go talk to him, tell him that you're just an idiot." Getting up, she was gone before Kitty had the chance to snap back.

Sighing, the valley girl scrambled under her pink covers and closed her eyes, the worry of her own upcoming English test making the thought of sleep impossible. And yet, if she didn't sleep well, she knew she would do badly.

Why were some things so unfair?