Remember dis li'l piece? I think you do. This Sucks is back in business, baby! xxTheVoicesxx gave this idea for the record and I don't wanna plagorize or anything, I got permission and everything. You'll see what I mean later on. So, yeah, don't sue me or anything. Please. I try to please you people! Why would you dare suggest that you are going to sue me? What did I do, meanies. *They didn't try to sue you, WC.* Oh, riiiiight. Cool. Well, I best shut the front door now. ONWARD!

Remy POV

I whistled a tune and kept on walking away from the fire. Yep, Remy "Gambit" LeBeau caused that fire, kiddies. Yeah, I know what you're thinkin', mes amies. And yes, it was from an awesome heist. Yes, it does involve Rogue. But all is not what you think.

You see, the story begins a little differently than most. Although, this one has a beginning, a middle, and eventually...an ending. Well, you should obviously know that. I'd be worried if you didn't, seeing as how, like, 99% of you people have written a story or two.

But our story don't start here, kids. Well, techonally it does, since it is the prologue. But since WC makes this crap up as she goes along and is a woman, therefore she can never make up her mind, she'll just skip to the begining of the story.

It startes...Well, I have absolutly no idea when it starts, but I know it was a while ago. So here goes, WC take over for now.

Do I have to?

You're kinda the author, WC.

I think I know this, Remyo.

Remyo? That sounds an afull lot like Romeo.

Hahahahahah...Wh-what gave you that idea?

I dunno. But you do the honors.

Thank you. Ahem...ONWARD WITH THE STORY!

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I walked to Xaviers study, but before I could knock his voice shot through my mind.

"Come in, Remy."

That still needed some getting used to. I walked in and he had his fingers folded under his chin.

"Bonjour, professeur. Are y' busy?" I asked.

"Not at all, Remy. What is it?" He asked me.

"Well, y' know how it's really close to Christmas?"

"Yeah, it's about 2 days 'till Christmas, Remy."

"Yep, an' I was wonderin' if me, ma chere, an' maybe a friend could join us in goin' to my home." I asked.

Charles thought it over for a moment. "Sure, go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Happy Holidays, Mr. LeBeau."

I smiled and went off on my way. I opened the door to Rogue and Kitty's room and yelled, "Roguey, I home!"

Kitty and Rogue shreiked and hid something under Kitty's bed. You could tell it was Kitty's side of the room. I don't think anyone's ever described how their room looked. It was unique.

There was a line down the middle of the room and two closets. One side was all unicorns and glitter and butterflies. You know, girly stuff.

The other side, though, was like...how do I put it? Like, a punk/artist kid would make the room. That don't work does it.

Kitty's half was pink walled, with a canopy bed, a flowery nightstand, and a white desk and dresser with a mirror. Very simple and girly. Oh, there was also pink and blue little butterflies everywhere. She had posters of boybands I have never, ever heard of.

Rogue's half was splattered painted walls, black wall with neon green, blue, yellow, and red splatters everywhere. Her bed was a big bunkbed with only the top bunk. There was a desk underneath and a slide that was orange conecting to Rogue's bed. Ofcourse there was her reading corner. She had that pretty dresser, she painted it black. She had Avril Lavigne, Paramore, Bowling For Soup, and The Killers posters everywhere. And an Avatar: The Last Airbend poster by her bed. There was her Appa and Momo plush toys.

It wasn't overkill, just for the record.

Well, back to where I was.

"Is dat my gift, filles?" I asked getting closer.

"Yes, now leave, we were havin' a great conversation." Rogue told me, playfully.

"Is it 'bout me? Y' know I can't handle people talkin' b'hind ma back." I asked dramatically.

"Yes, 'cuz yer sooooo interestin'." Rogue said dryly.

"I know, I try." I said as Kitty giggled.

"But I really need t' ask y' somet'in', chere." I told her.

"Yeah, what?" Rogue asked.

"Well, I was hopin' y'd go down t' Louisiana wit' me fer Christmas. Since yer gonna be all alone here wit' no one here t' keep y' company." I told her.

"I'm going home, Kurt's home, Jean's going home, the new mutants are all going home, Scott's dead, Logan's going to be at some pub bar or something, Prof. X will probably go with Beast, Ororo will be in Africa." Kitty told her.

"Hmmm...You got a point, Kit. Sure, when will we leave?" Rogue asked me.

"Tonight, hopefully." I said, getting surprised glances at both girls.

"TONIGHT! Ah gotta pack!" Rogue told me as she shoved me outside. I chuckled as I was littertaly thrown out on my tush. Ow, my beautiful, beautiful tush.

You are so concieted, Remy.

Not concieted, convinced.

I grabbed my cool i-phone and dialed the brotherhood number.

"Hi! John's answering machine is broken. This is his refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets." Blob's voice came out of the phone.

I rolled my eyes.

"Hey, John, it's me, Remy. I called to ask if y' an' yer girlfriend would join me an' Rogue to go t' N'Awlins fer Christmas. Call back an' tell me oui or non. If yer goin' pack real quick. We're leavin' t'night." I turned off my phone and went to my room. Wade was there in a chair.

"I've been waiting for you." Wade tells me.

"What?" I ask.

"You think I don't know about you and Rogue leaving me." Wade said, sounding near to tears.

"Yeah, an' I jus' asked Wanda an' John if dey could join too." I said.

"AND YOU DIDN'T ASK ME?" Wade said, bawling like a big baby.

"Stop bein' so mellowdramatic. I was goin' ta ask y'." I lied. I didn't wanna hear DP cry anymore.

"Really?" Wade asked hopefully.

"Yeaaaah..." I told him. Wade ran up and hugged me.

"Oh! Dieu! Wade...Get...Off...O' me!" I yelled. He let go of me and I gasped for air.

"C'mon! We must pack! FOR THE ALOMO!" Wade cried.

What have I gotten myself into?