AN: Hi everyone! ^_^ How are you today? Okay. Why did I write this? I don't know. Was struck by a sudden plot bunny. Yes. The mean plot bunny hit me. Wasn't that mean?
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Harder and Harder to Breathe
By: Society's Dirtbag
He couldn't forget about her. That Xavier student who stole his heart. It was all too sudden for the playboy called Remy. He wasn't sure what to do. He followed her around for a while. It was good to exercise some of the things he had learned back in N'awlins. Not like he ever wanted to relive his stay there. It wasn't bad, sure, he had all the material possessions he could hope for. And if he wanted something, he could always steal it. Or steal money to buy it. But something was missing. Yes, it was like that old cliché. Something was missing in Remy's old life, so he decided to start a new one. No, that blond girl, Belladonna, and their fixed engagement had nothing to do with this decision. He rode off in his trusty motorcycle, Michaela, to the state called Massachusetts. There he flirted one too many times with this thing that he'd like to call, danger.
He met up with an intelligent man called Dr. Nathaniel Essex. He was known to most as Sinister. Remy had a lot of bad experiences with him, then a few more with his current employer, Erik Lensherr. Remy doesn't know how he had got to Sinister then Magneto, but since he pushed it so far from his mind, he wouldn't want to remember.
BRRRRING BRRRRING
Grinning widely, the Cajun put the cards that he was playing with back into his trench coat. The queen an' king of hearts. Bring Remy luck t'day. He raised his head, while he looked for the object of his affections, not to mention, some of his dreams, lately. His red on black eyes searched the noisy crowd of students that were scurrying out of their torture chamber, also known as, Bayville High. A small frown appeared on Remy's face. Damn. It's hard seein' through dese dark glasses. The crowd was thinning, and Remy hadn't found her yet. He wasn't worried, though. She always came late, because she wanted to avoid crowds.
Finally, after a few agonizing minutes, he spotted her. She was walking down the staircase, the book bag that she had on her back was filled to its full capacity, while she was still clutching two books to her chest. The corners of his mouth lowered even more into a full fledged frown. No one dat belle should be carryin' dat many things, neh?
Just as he thought that, one of the high school students whizzed past her, causing a few of her books too fall. Remy glared at the boy's retreating figure. He didn't even say sorry to her. Remy walked up to her, and picked up one of the fallen books. "'B'lieve y' dropped dis, cherie." He handed it out to her, smiling the smile that would make any girl melt.
But not this one. She quickly snatched it, gloved to naked fingers slightly brushing each other. She fought to control the shiver that went down her back, as she glared at him. "Aren't ya one of Magneto's lackeys?" She spat out the last two words, saying them left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"Remy be whoever y' want him t' be, mon cherie." His grin got wider at as her angry glare intensified. "But f'r now, Remy be a good Samaritan, an' helpin' y' wit' y' books, neh?" He said with an impish grin.
Every time he opened his mouth, Rogue just wanted to punch him. Didn't he know that she didn't want him there? If Scott—
"Rogue!" A voice called out from the bottom of the steps,
Speaking of…
"Is this guy giving you any trouble?" If Scott Summers' ruby glasses had been like normal ones, Rogue would see the glare directed at Remy. "Because if he is…" Scott faced Remy, and lifted a hand to his glasses in warning. He knew who this was. One of the henchmen of Magneto that blew things up. Scott had been doing his homework.
Apparently, Scott did not need to show his eyes for Remy to feel the glare that was pointed his way. He smirked. "Non, homme. Remy aint givin' the femme any trouble." He nodded at Rogue, this time a dashing smile was on his face. "See y' 'round, cherie. Ayez une bonne journée." (Have a good day)
Rogue just glared at him as he went off. Her glare softened as he got farther and farther, and her eyes trailed down to his backside, and couldn't help but blush under all the makeup. Must work out a lot.
"Rogue?" Scott's voice brought her back to reality, and she snapped her attention back to him. "Ready to go?" He had an eyebrow raised, and he was looking at her strangely.
She blushed even deeper. Oh Gawd. Ah hope he didn't see meh check that Swamp Rat out. And she also hoped that her makeup could cover up all her blushing. Why am Ah even blushin'? An'…Ah was not checkin' him out! No. Not meh! Ah wasn't!
But no matter how much her inner, rational voice yelled, she couldn't help but look down to the book that he handed to her.
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It was three am in the morning, and Rogue still couldn't go to sleep. She tried counting sheep, wolves, heck she even tried counting dancing Emily dolls. But nothing worked. She let out a groan of frustration, and buried her face into her pillow. Suddenly, she got an idea. She would go up to the roof. The Mansion's roof was where Rogue did most of her thinking, and alone time. She valued her privacy, and loved her time when she could only hear herself think. But that was over now. You could never get privacy in a mansion full of hormone-driven and angst-ridden mutant teenagers. It made her think of the Malcolm in the Middle, except she couldn't imagine Professor X as their dad, since she just couldn't see him with hair.
She got out of her window, soundlessly, her training with Mystique coming in handy. Afterwards, she climbed up onto the roof. There was a slight breeze that swayed some of the plants in Ororo's greenhouse back and forth, as if dancing to music that only they could hear. Rogue smiled serenely. Wrapping her arms around herself, and sitting down on the roof, she looked out into the horizon. Somehow, the endless night put her at ease. She closed her eyes, and sighed. At Caldecott, Rogue used to have a secret place, too. A place only she knew about. It was a little spot near the river, covered by trees. She would get to spy on people, and they wouldn't see her hiding behind all the plants. As she got older, she grew out of spying on people, but she would still visit that place. Almost every afternoon, even. It was just so nice and peaceful there, watching the sunset, and the water splashing against rocks made a great background sound. It completed the whole scene.
Now at almost eighteen, if she closed her eyes, and sat silently, like she was doing now, she could almost hear the river. She opened her eyes, then she was surprised to feel tears gathering at the edges. She blinked them away. It brought a pang of loneliness back into her heart. Caldecott was her past now. It didn't matter anymore.
Right?
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They're closing down the Caldecott tunnel,
so tonight I'll dream she's the bridge.
I never knew there'd be distance between us,
what I've done cannot be repeated...
And I've got scars I'm willing to show you,
you had heart that I'll never see,
she had answers to all the wrong questions,
It's funny these answers are all that I need.
Carry me, carry me softly,
let her down easy so she doesn't know.
Carry me, carry me waiting,
Let her down easy so she can let go.
Tore down your freeway,
built her an airplane,
It's crazy the things we made in the sky.
So picture me drowning,
pretending I'm happy,
we end up regretting the things..
We don't try.
Carry me, carry me softly,
let her down easy so she doesn't know.
Carry me, carry me waiting,
Let her down easy so she can let go.
Here with my problems
I don't need the light,
they're bigger than darkness and darker than night.
I leave on a promise of something that shines,
perfection aint perfect
a leaver will find. I find this all the time
Carry me, carry me softly,
let her down easy so she doesn't know.
Carry me, carry me waiting,
Let her down easy so she can let go.
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Yes, I know ya'll thought I own the song, too, huh? Well, you thought wrong! It's called "Caldecott Tunnel" by Something Corporate. Nice song. Maybe you should consider downloading it.
Note: Did anyone notice the little Emily doll reference I put there? Heehee. I don't have an Emily doll. I want one, though. Emily's awesome. XD
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