Title: 10 Reasons to Share Your Room with Your Best Friend
Characters: Kitty, Rogue, assorted others from the series
Summary: Rogue can think of 10 good reasons to share her bedroom. No more, no less.
Reason 1: Security against crazy insomniac Cajuns
"Good evening, Chere," a suave masculine voice whispered somewhere near Rogue's ear. She screamed and woke up, unintentionally headbutting Remy LeBeau in the face. He stumbled backwards and tripped over a bra lying on the ground, landing against Kitty's desk in a confused heap.
"Oh, it's you. I'm not sorry then," Rogue said, ignoring the Cajun's frantic 'quiet-down' gestures. On the other side of the room Kitty stirred and sat up sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
"Who yelled?" she yawned, blinking rapidly to clear the sleep away while she scanned the room.
Rogue sighed with irritation. "I did. Swamp Rat whispered in my ear."
"Oh, that's…creepy," Kitty said, finding Remy slowly getting up from the floor. "Why would you do that? It's like, two in the morning."
"Yeah, go to bed," Rogue agreed crossly, glaring at her southern suitor. Remy snarled a little at himself, and then cleared his expression of anything negative. He calmly smoothed his pajamas even though they didn't need it and tried to regain the rest of his composure.
He glanced back and forth between Rogue and Kitty, realizing that in his plans to win the frozen, angry heart of Rogue he had neglected to check first to see if she had a roommate. Turns out she did. Said roommate was looking at him as though he were some kind of crazy burglar. He found this incredibly unjustified because for once, he wasn't. Which is probably why he got caught, actually, because if he had been acting as a thief he wouldn't have opened his stupid mouth and woken everyone up.
"Seriously, git," Rogue said, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him. Kitty crawled to the foot of her bed and opened the door to the hall, silently suggesting that that was where he really would rather be. Remy glanced back as if suggesting that she use that door so that he could be alone with Rogue. Kitty wordlessly suggested back with a scoff that there was no way that was going to happen, it was her bedroom and roommate, thank you, and men weren't allowed. Especially at night. Especially when they were acting creepy and whispering things in people's ears.
Rogue finally suggested something verbally. "Why are you still here? Your room's down the hall."
"I ain't lost," Remy said, annoyed with how badly his plan had backfired. "And I ain't going yet. We need to talk."
Rogue smirked a little and glanced at Kitty. "No, we really don't."
"I'm sure we do," Remy insisted.
"I'm even more sure we don't. There's really nothing to talk about."
Kitty frowned from the foot of her bed. "Hey, will one of you close the window? It's raining. It doesn't need to be awkward and wet at the same time."
"There are plenty of things to talk about," Remy said confidently.
"There's plenty I'd be willing to talk about during the day, when we're both wearing real clothes and not trying to sleep," Rogue said with the same levels of confidence.
Kitty got up and shut the window herself, since Rogue and Remy were busy flirting with each other. She checked the clock on her nightstand and sighed, sitting back down on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands to watch the exchange disinterestedly.
"What if there's something to talk about in the middle of the night, that talking about during the day wouldn't be quite right for?" Remy said.
"I'll take the risk of hearing it during daylight hours," Rogue decided. "Please get out of my room- our room- now."
"I think you want to hear what I want to say," Remy said flirtatiously, pulling out Kitty's desk chair and sitting on it casually. Kitty groaned and rolled her eyes slowly, then stood up.
"I'm going to go get Mr. Logan," she warned Remy. Neither he nor Rogue paid her any attention.
"I don't think I want to hear it," Rogue said, shaking her head slightly, trying to suppress a small smile. "Probably not worth my time."
Remy leaned back, pretending to be wounded. "Not worth your time? Chere, Remy'll make worth your time. To hear."
Rogue laughed at him. "Yeah, how so? If it's not funny or good to know I'm gonna have to kick your butt for waking me up so weirdly."
Kitty reached under her bed for her house slippers. "I'm getting Mr. Logan. It's the middle of the night."
"Weirdly? Remy was trying to flirt!" He held a hand over his heart to stop the fake wound from her words, grinning the whole time. Rogue crawled to the end of her bed, nearer to the desk Remy was sitting at, in order to better contradict everything he said. Neither of them noticed Kitty leaving, stomping down the hall towards the staircase grumbling about Creole invasions in the middle of the night.
"That was weird. Hovering over women and whispering in their ear while they sleep is weird. You deserved to have your nose smashed in by my skull." She said, nodding righteously to herself.
"The punishment don't really fit the crime there, chere. Just screaming or just headbutting me would have fine, but not both."
Kitty reappeared in the doorway with Logan, who looked less than thrilled at seeing an adult male in the girls' hall. "See? He won't leave." She complained. "I'm trying to sleep."
Remy glanced casually over at them, then back at Rogue, then did a double-take once his brain registered Logan was there scowling angrily at him.
"It's about time, Kitty," Rogue complained, relaxing her posture and sliding back to her pillow. "Numbskull won't leave us alone."
"Hey, that's unfair-." Remy said, then calmly stood up and pushed Kitty's desk chair back in. "But we're just going to have to finish this later. I can see you lovely ladies would like to rest, and it is very late. So I'm going to head out now. Sleep well."
Rogue lay down on her pillow and covered herself up. "Don't let Logan hit you on the way out." She turned to face the wall. Kitty curled back up on her own bed, chuckling to herself. Remy didn't let Logan hit him on the way out, but got a good solid kick once in the hall after the girls' door was closed.
"Hey, Kitty?" Rogue murmured after awhile. There was silence for a moment, and then Kitty stirred.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks." Even though nobody could see it- especially not Kitty- Rogue smiled. Sometimes a roommate came in handy to use as security against crazy insomniac Cajuns.
