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This story is written from the point-of-view of Remy Lebeau, in the form of a letter.
"Madrox Mischief!"
First of all, he's eight-years-old, four feet tall, and probably the smartest little devil I've ever met. Really, any man who was a mischievous kid knows the joy that accompanies certain types of pranks; with Jamie, it's all day, everyday. Everyone knows and counts on the growl. "JAAAAMIEEE!" Logan doesn't even seem to know what to do with the kid. On top of pulling more tricks than a whore on speed, the kid will duplicate himself as many times as is possible and walk all over the mansion and the grounds when Logan is looking for him.
When he came here, I immediately took to him. I suspect that he'll be one of my best friends when we are older. But for now, I tend to think of him as my little brother. My little brother who manages to stay in trouble at all times, a lot like yours truly. On Saturdays, Jamie clones himself, leaving the clone to sleep in his bed and we go out and cause mischief. It's an important tradition now; I feel like my week isn't complete unless Jamie and I blow up, burn, egg, or toilet paper something. We also explore abandoned buildings as he slowly picks up the basics of theft. Yeah, some of it is pretty immature, but it's fun, and frankly, I don't care about how mature my tricks actually are.
This story is about the Spring Break that I brought Jamie Madrox home to meet my family.
His parents were dead, so when everyone else was planning to go home that week, Jamie was going to be stuck at the mansion with Scott. Now, let's get one thing straight – I'd rather sacrifice any part of my body (yeah, even that) to avoid being trapped with Summers. I wouldn't doom my sworn brother to this fate, either, so I brought him home with me. By the time we got to the front door of my family's home in New Orleans, he was sound asleep in my arms.
Now, ladies, listen up. ALL people look sweet and innocent when they're asleep, even Jamie and I.
As the story progresses and I give you a day-by-day account, you'll laugh at the mischief we caused and pity my family. Let's face it; we all enjoy laughing at the plight of others.
Yours truly,
Remy Lebeau
