'Ah think we went too far Cajun.'

'Don' worry chere. 'Member what de girl did t'y'.'

Rogue shuddered, recalling the voice of Britney Spears blasting into her ears this morning.

'Ah guess. But what if she tells tha Prof?'

'Don' take Kitty t'be dat kind. She'll mos' likely plot revenge or sumt'ing, but not tattlin'.'

'Ya're right. And it's not like we-'

A shriek reverberated throughout the mansion.

'My clothes! Their...the same colour!' Kitty shrieked.

'Well duh. All she ever wears is pink,' Jubilee concluded, snapping her gum.

'No, she does have this blue top. And the red blouse,' Amara pointed out. 'And a white tank top I think.'

'What is Half-pint yelling about? She's givin' me a damn migraine,' Logan demanded, stalking into the room. 'Elf? You got somethin' to do with this?'

Kurt looked offended. 'Vhy is it that everytime something bad happens, you all point the finger at me?'

'Cause Blue, you're the one that always has something to do with it,' Tabitha put in.

'And why exactly are you here?' Logan growled.

'What? A girl has to eat,' Tabitha said.

'He means why exactly are you doing it here,' Bobby put in helpfully.

'You're kidding me right? Do you have any idea what it's like living with those slobs?' Tabitha asked, referring to the Brotherhood. 'Rogue! Help a girl out here!'

'Well, she is right Wolvie,' Rogue said. Logan's growl got darker at the nickname while snickers and stares of disbelief rippled across the room. 'The Hood aren't what'd ya call tha most healthy eaters.'

Logan was about to reply when Kitty burst into the room, her hands full with clothing.

'You!' She screeched, flinging the clothes at her roommate. 'Why did you do this to me? Do you have any idea how much time it'll, like, take to get all that gunk off?'

'Ah don' see what tha problem is? Do you Swamp Rat?'

'Non. Mus' be de p'tite's imagination.'

'Mr. Logan!' Kitty said loudly. Logan winced. Beating bad guys and staring death in the face he could handle, but not upset teenagers.

'Ya said somethin' about tattlin' sugah?' Rogue muttered to Remy.

'Chuck's gonna owe me for this,' he mumbled under his breath. He then sighed heavily. 'Stripes, care to explain?'

'No, not really,' Rogue replied, pushing back her hair. 'Her clothes look perfectly fine ta meh.'

'Fine?' Kitty's voice had become deathly calm. 'Fine?' Her voice started to crescendo. 'You call dying black every single piece of clothing I had *fine*!'

'Ah think Ah've done somethin' for tha fashion world. Don' you Logan? Ah mean, all that pink must have been pretty harsh on ya enhanced sight and all.'

'Are you criticizing my dressing?' Kitty asked, hands flailing about in the air. 'Is she criticizing my dressing Kurt?'

'Urm...I...ah...vell,' Kurt stuttered.

'Well, like, spit it out already!' Kitty said.

'Yeah Kurt. Ya got something ya wanna say?' Rogue asked, a little too sweetly in Kurt's opinion. He looked at a hassled Kitty, to a sugary Rogue, and couldn't decide whether months of fried electrical equipment or freezing Death Glares were better. The smirk on Remy's face was answer enough.

'I think I hear Storm calling me. Vhy don't you ask Remy?' Kurt said nervously, teleporting out.

'You know, by the looks of it, I think Morticia and Gomez over there were in this together,' Jubilee offered. Rogue narrowed her eyes dangerously at the younger girl.

'Hey!' Remy protested. 'M'don' t'ink Remy's as ugly as dat man.'

'Are ya calling me ugly?' Rogue asked him, whirling around.

'Chere, y'know dat dere is no one else in dis world dat can compare t'y',' Remy said dramatically. He leaned in closer to her. 'An' besides, m't'inks Morticia's sexy as hell,' he whispered into her ear, causing her to blush profusely.

'Whateva Cajun,' Rogue mumbled.

'Ahem! Is anyone forgetting that my clothes, like, all now resemble a funeral procession?' Kitty rose.

'Not really,' Bobby offered, biting his lip as he concentrated on his video game.

'No one was talking to you Iceboy!' Kitty said.

'Okay.' Bobby said, not taking his eyes off the TV. 'It's Ice*man*. Do I need to spell it out to you people?'

'No. We all just don't think of you as a man,' Tabitha hollered from the kitchen.

Logan massaged his temples, feeling the ache throb in the middle of his skull. Adolescence was not something he enjoyed very much.

'Look. Stripes, you're gonna wash every thing that you dyed and make sure it comes out good and-'

'Pink?' Rogue offered dryly. 'Cause God forbid tha girl wears anything else.'

'And Gumbo, you're gonna help her.'

'W'at? Since when Remy's gettin' punished?'

'Since you two decided to piss me off,' Logan growled. 'And Kitty, you're getting extra Danger Room sessions with me.'

'What?' Kitty cried. 'But I'm, like, the victim in all of this!'

'Don' think I didn't hear you sneak out for your little rendezvous with Tumbler.'

Kitty's cheeks started to turn red as Rogue laughed.

'Busted,' Amara whispered.

'Fine,' Kitty mumbled. 'But I'm still, like, angry with you!' She said, pointing at Rogue.

'Call this payback,' Rogue countered.

'For what?' Kitty asked.

'Playing that blonde bimbo loudly every morning!' Rogue said.

'At least it's, like, more cheerful that then depressing suicide songs you like! What do you do? Like, slit your wrists to it?'

'At least its better then listening ta some slutty person, who can' decide if she's a woman or girl, screech her lungs out ta a sappy love song!'

'Well, at least she, like, has some experience with those kinda things!' Kitty yelled before gasping and covering her mouth. Silence descended upon the room as Rogue slowly turned visibly purple under her make-up. Sounds of Bobby's car smashing against a virtual street light echoed ominously.

'Ya think Ah like havin' this?' Rogue started, pointedly waving her gloved hands in Kitty's face. 'Ya think Ah like tha fact that Ah haven't touched a single person for god knows how long?'

'Rogue,' Remy said soothingly, stroking her upper arm. She jerked away, as if she'd been burned.

'Rogue, I'm so sorry,' Kitty said, pleading.

'Ya know what? Ah don' even know why Ah bother,' Rogue said, shaking her head. 'Ah thought ya would be one of tha few people who understood me, but Ah guess Ah was wrong. Should'ave known Ah'd be better off alone,' she finished, almost to herself.

'Rogue,' Kitty whispered, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

'Chere,' Remy whispered into her ear, grasping her hand. Rogue looked startled, as if visibly shaken out of a trance. She glanced from a teary Kitty, a concerned Remy and then to the small cluster of students who had just witnessed her outburst. Without a word, she gently pulled her hand from Remy's and all but sprinted to the mansion doors. The wooden portal banged closed as the scuffing of Rogue's boots faded away.

'Merde,' Remy said, running a hand through his hair. He turned to Kitty and felt the first course of resentment towards the girl Rogue had considered a close friend.

'Y'happy now?' He simply said, bitterness creeping through.

'Yeah Kitty, that was way harsh,' Jubilee said, Amara nodding.

'Ice cold,' Bobby said seriously, not realizing the pun.

Logan, who had remained quiet throughout the whole thing, finally spoke up.

'I'm going after her,' the feral man said, as if daring anyone to question him. Remy didn't seem to hear him, shooting daggers at a trembling Kitty.

'Woah,' Tabitha's voice broke through as Logan went after Rogue. 'Did I miss something?'

Author's note: This is like a one-shot fic...but if I get decent interest I could do more...*hint hint*.