Disclamer: I dont own anything!

A.N: I have no idea where this is going its just random dribble i have to get out of my head.

It had already been a long day and the very last thing that Remy had wanted to do was paint the set for the school show. It had been the awful conclusion to a less than perfect day.

His first problem; he woke up. However, the ceiling that glared back at him was not the flaking one of his own room. No this was the meticulously painted ceiling of Jean Grey's room. Now the memories were coming back.

He had a drink. He had another one. And they just kept coming until he had decided that this party needed livening up and took the microphone and belted out "My Heart Will Go On" to a very disgruntled ex-girlfriend and her fiancé. Finally, Jean had decided that his embarrassment had gone on long enough and brought him back to the room she shared with Summers.

She was very nice to him when he finally decided to pour himself out of bed, giving him a warm cup of coffee and speaking in a quiet voice so as not to disturb the group of Irish Dancing Hippos Riverdancing it on his head.

In an attempt to rescue him from the days taunting and teasing she had placed him in a small dark room where he could paint set, alone. However he was not alone for long.

During the day many people had tracked him down including Logan (whom last night he had proposed to) Rogue (That disgruntled ex-girlfriend who did not appreciate the song) and most surprisingly of all, Northstar (whom he had ended up kissing. A memory, which he was happy, for being still lost in his alcohol induced amnesia.) After assuring the French-Canadian that the relationship could go no further he settled down for a quiet afternoon that never came.

After he had thought he saw the last of his visitors something awful came bounding through the door. Kitty Pryde, in her usual cheerful mood babbling about some techno gabble that was beyond his hungover IQ. It would have been better if she just started clashing symbols.

"Kitty!" he shouted, stopping her in mid rant, "Why are you here!"

She looked slightly deflated for a moment and then answered "to help."

"Great" he said trying not to sound to disappointed.

Being mean to Kitty really was like kicking a little kitten and Remy couldn't be bothered trying to explain to Kitty who was always careful in her alcohol consumption the logistics of a Hangover.

She immediately sprang into action and in no time at all was singing along to some song on the Radio, badly. But again he didn't have the heart to tell her to shut up.

"So, Remy, how you feeling after last night, I heard you and Northstar had a great time."

There was a touch of sarcasm in her voice which Remy chose to ignore and turned round to her, smiling and said, "Aw Kitty, yo' jealous cause it weren't yo'?"

"Of course. Any girl would be lucky to kiss Jean-Paul." She retorted grinning.

Although her bubbly nature sometimes got annoying Remy really did like Kitty, she was fun to talk to and didn't blame everything on him every two minutes for the entire male race. Yes, Kitty was a nice girl, even if she did sometimes ramble on about things he didn't understand, usually to do with computers.

"You've missed a spot." She said standing over him as he painted one of the boxes.

"Oh yeah." He said dipping the brush in to the paint can.

"Yeah, right there- AH!"

He got her before she had the chance to get him. He knew it was coming, being in a small room with lots of paint it had to happen sometime, he was just lucky enough to get her first, right on the nose, a big green mark.

"Oh, you are so going to pay for that!" she said lunging at him with two paintbrushes.

'Ah' thought Remy, 'if only they had a programme like this in the danger room.'

It was an interesting sparring moment they had and Remy was winning by several green smears to Kitty's face and one right across her white top.

"Mercy, Mercy!" she said laughing.

"Yo' welcome." Remy said.

It was a very bad joke but she found it hilarious. Although the hangover was still there, their little fight had made him feel more awake, so awake that with one final swish he turned round to get Kitty one more time-

SPLASH!

-when she tipped a whole tin of red paint over him.

"AAHH! KITTY!"

"Hee hee. I win, I win, nah, nah, nah nah, nah!"

"Urgh!"

"Aww Poor Wem-Wem."

"Oui. Poor me. I t'ink Remy needs a hug."

"No way."

"Aw come on."

And so the chase began until Remy had finally caught up with her and enveloped her in a huge bear hug. Off Balance, they tumbled to the floor.

"What's going on here?"

They sat up quickly.

"Uh, Rogue, Hi, we were just, uh, painting the set." Said Kitty standing up and picking up a paintbrush.

Remy stared her down. Their last conversation hadn't ended very well. In fact, it had ended the way most of their conversations went even when they had been together. It always ended with her screaming and shouting and running out of the room slamming the door behind her. It usually started again when he went crawling back, but he had learned to look past that and now he just ignored her.

"Come back fo' anudah shot at me chere?" he said grinning. That annoyed her. Good.

But She was smiling too. That wasn't good. "Oh ah just came ta give ya this."

She motioned to the box she had placed on the table. Remy slowly got up and looked through it. It was his stuff. All the things he had left behind in her room. He pulled out a pair of gloves.

"Dese aren't mine. I gave dem t'yo' as a present fo' yo' last birthday."

"Well ah don't need them anymore do ah." She said pointedly.

"Ah oui. Gus."

"Exactly."

"Wit' de recedin' hair line-"

"Don't ya start with meh Remy. Ah already took all this crap from ya earlier ah don't need ta hear it again!" she said the smile now gone and her hands clenched into fists, "Ah don't need ta listen ta yer whinging voice anymore. Ah don't need ta put up wit ya anymore! Ya, drinkin yerself stupid every single night. It didn't matter what had happened ya always justified it with a drink-"

"Don't pretend dat was de only reason Rogue!" he said matching her temper.

"No, of course not. Then there was the late nights when ya were out doin God knows what. Ya were always hiding' things from meh. Ah couldn't, ah CANT trust ya!"

"But yo' can trust him!"

"He hasn't given meh a reason not ta. Goodbye Remy!"

And as predicted she left the room slamming the door behind her.

Kitty stood by the piece of set that she had been concentrating immensely on for the past few minutes, now staring at the man in front of her.

"M'sorry yo' had t'see dat Kitty." He said not looking at her. He was looking through the box as if looking for something that he expected to be there.

"Oh its ok. I mean I wasn't really paying attention. I was just painting the set and everything."

She could have left. It would have been really easy to just phase through the floor or wall. But she had seen the two of them argue before and it happened more than once that one of them left with some sort of injury.

"Are you ok?" she asked.

Remy didn't hear her. He was still looking through the box and got so frustrated that he tipped it upside down spilling everything onto the table. He rummaged through all the stuff and sat down on the chair with a satisfied smile.

"What?" said Kitty.

"Its not dere." He said pointing at the heap of clothes and other objects piled on the table.

"What's not there?"

"Somet'in I gave t'her a while back."

"So what does that mean?"

He wasn't sure what it meant. Hope, mainly he guessed. Hope that she wouldn't be with this interloper for long. They'd had break ups before and gone off with other people, it had almost become routine. But this time was different. This time it had felt that she had thrown him out for good…but then…there was the ring.

"It means Kitty, dat we got a long day ahead of us."

"huh?"

He pointed to the set they had spent most of the day working on, only to see that it had been splattered with paint. They began to work, silently, there was no games this time. He had too much to think about and She had too much she wanted to say.

It was common rule in the mansion not to get involved with the arguments between Remy and Rogue, especially if you valued your sanity. However, Kitty had to ask, she just needed to know.

"What's going to happen this time? Are, are you going to back to her and apologise?"

The paintbrush paused.

"Gotta stop drinkin'."

The paintbrush moved again

"Yeah but are you going stop the wedding?"

Pause

"No more late nights."

Stroke-

"REMY!"

Pause

"What are you going to do?"

"Not'in."

"Nothing!"

"Not'in. If Rogue wanna marry Gus den dats fine by me."

He was smiling.

"What are you planning Remy?"

"Ah Kitty. A mans gotta know when t'admit defeat."

He was grinning now.

"Oh yeah?"

He looked at her and smiled, "Yeah. Kitty?"

"Yes Remy?"

"Has Jean-Paul gotta date fo'de weddin'?"

"Oh Remy you are not thinking about doing what I think your thinking about doing, are you!"

"Oh oui petit chat. Oui."