AN Definitely not one of my better pieces but I had fun writing this so whatever. In addition, this piece is not focusing on demoralizing homosexuality. I have absolutely nothing against it so please don't flame me for it.
Disclaimer: I do not own X-men Evolution or the band Better than Ezra (that includes the song King of New Orleans)
The Xavier Institute was large, huge really, and with all that space, many outsiders would guess that privacy was abundant. Of course, all of those civilians were adults and human so they didn't understand the inner workings of a small society of mutant children. The main difference that they weren't factoring into the equation was that locks never applied.
Rogue, the lucky individual that she was, found this out one Saturday afternoon when, while listening to her old Better than Ezra album and doing her weekend homework, she was greeted with an unexpected visitor. Scratch that, he was never unexpected but instead just plain unwanted.
GOD SAVE THE KING OF NEW ORLEANS. . .
The door of her dorm opened to reveal a wet Cajun, dressed in clean black and gray sweats, fresh out of the shower. Smirking he went over to her sprawled form on the bed and stood there waiting for acknowledgement.
She, however, hardly noticed his presence. Partly from the interesting workings of the Pythagorean theorem and also because it had become a habit over the last three weeks to ignore him rather then get into full out brawls every three minutes.
She was clued in by warm water drops hitting her forehead and his deep cocky voice.
"Is Roguey listening to music 'bout me?" He taunted while moving his head more to the side to get a better look down her black mesh shirt. Red eyes glowed as they met their twin targets
She scowled up at the disturbance, "Evah heard ah knockin Swamp Rat?"
Hand to his heart, as though ready to spew out words of adoration, "Remy was too touched dat he forgot, Y can't blame him dough chere even him surprised by yo' balant offers o' love. "
"This song has nothing to do wit ya!" She protested willing back an unwanted blush.
AND HE LOVES THE GIRLS. . .
He laughed, "Oh ho, y' sure bought dat?"
She pulled back her embarrassment and smiled, (the surprise nearly shocking him off his feet) "ya know sugah maybe this song does have a lot in common with you after all"
She stood up touching his shoulder lightly almost sensually with her gloved hand before leaving her room, heading for a snack. Smirking he followed her staring noticeably at her ass and was almost out the threshold when the next line of the song vibrated through him.
AND HE LOVES THE BOYS. . .
'"Dat be cruel Roguey, dat be very cruel!"
AN: Actually I'm not really sure that I like this story any more…. Oh well suffer through it! BTW, once again,I have nothing against homosexuality and this piece was not made to rag on it, so please no Flames.