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*This is about Rogue's life before she was Rogue, so she's Marie here- a perfectly normal kid. It about her relationship with David, the kiss-and-now-he's-comatose David.
Part One of Three
The Boy Next Door
He was literally the boy next door.
On a normal summer day Marie D'Ancanto was wheeling her tricycle up and down the stretch of sidewalk in front of her house- its hot pink handlebars glinting in the sun- when a large moving van pulled into the driveway of the next house. Being of the inquisitive sort, young Marie abandoned her bike and got closer, watching in wonder as men unloaded dressers and chairs, a kitchen table, and a very large grandfather clock.
Another vehicle pulled up, a small grey car, and out of it popped a boy. A few years older than Marie, he walked up to her and brushed his long brown hair out of his face.
"I'm David and this," he gestured grandly to the hustle and bustle, "is my new home." He gave a small smile that revealed one missing tooth.
"I'm Marie," Marie smiled shyly back, forgetting her usual boldness in the face of this forward stranger.
"You talk funny," David stated, referring to her southern lilt.
Marie was slightly taken a-back; she had never had anyone comment on her voice. She felt quite upset.
"A good funny though," he quickly amended, seeing the young girl's oncoming tears. "I think it's sorta cute."
"Cute?"
"Yeah," David shrugged, scuffing the toe of his shoe into the grass. "Like a puppy."
They stood there together in silence, each thinking of something entirely different; Marie of cute puppies and David of worms.
"David sweetie, we're going to bring your things up to your new room," David's mother waved expectedly from the front door and followed her husband and the two bulky movers inside.
"Well… bye!" Marie cried cheerfully as she turned to go but David her hand.
It was a short kiss, a quick meeting of pursed lips to rosy cheeks, and as David pulled away he raised his hand as if to wipe the cooties away, but he didn't. Marie her hand to her cheek, her face as red as the town's fire truck.
"Yup," David grinned, "definitely cute."
And that was the beginning of Marie's friendship with David Williams.
The next morning he showed up on her front porch, sitting silently on the wooden steps as Mr. D'Ancanto shuffled out in his bathrobe and slippers for the Sunday paper, he eyed the mysterious boy warily.
"And you are?"
"I'm David, I live next door."
"So… what are you doing here?" Paul D'Ancanto was generally a nice man, though not well known for his patience with children.
"I'm waiting for Marie to come out and play." As if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Marie?"
David nodded his head enthusiastically.
"She has a piano lesson now; you'll have to come back after lunch erm… David."
"Alrighty!" the boy jumped and loped across the yard back to his property, giving a cheerful wave before disappearing through the door.
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