A/N: I have to admit that I am in LOVE with both OreO pairings and ScOroro pairings. So I thought, why not have the best of both worlds? Lol Sorry RoLo's, I love that pairing as well, but maybe you'll like this fic anyway!

I do not own The X-men

Young Hearts, Jumbled Minds

Dear Diary,

By the Goddess, you should've seen Scott today! Let me be the first to say that black is ABSOLUTELY his color! Actually he looks perfect in navy, too! Or a nice chocolate sweater. Oh and he looks KILLER in a white turtleneck! Oh, who am I kidding, he'd look amazing in any color. I've never been so attracted to a man in my life. I mean it, Diary, Scott Summers is perfect to the T—the definition of an alpha male! He's tall, lean, suave, collected…and that's when he's OUT of Cyclops mode! Then he's authoritative, firm, strong… I wish I could gather the nerve to talk to him, but to be honest I'm scared to death of him! I mean, he's 24…that's not too much older than me, but it's still intimidating! He's just so confident and…chiseled…I get tongue-tied every time I'm around him, and I practically have to tie myself down to keep from jumping on him whenever he says anything to me! I mean, he is a perfect gentleman, but he's still pretty young and a male at that so he lets it show every now and then. Like one time, everyone was out by the pool, and when he saw me in my two-piece he winked at me and told me to be careful before he got too tempted. Yeah. You can imagine how long I had to stay under the water to cool down from that one, right? Goodness, Remy didn't let me live that down for weeks. He never lets me live ANYTHING down when it comes to 'Scottie boy'. He's always teasing me and embarrassing me for having a perfectly mature feminine attraction for a man, and he always undermines it as a crush. But I guess best friends always tease each other, right? Anyway, I'm sooo excited! Tomorrow night Scott and I are going out to a bar! ….um…ok, well, not just me and him. Jean and Remy are coming too. But I think tomorrow night will be the night for sure. The night I finally make my m—

Storm jumped and slammed her diary shut at the sudden and incredibly loud knock at the door.

"Who is it!" She instantly regretted answering so sharply. Whoever it was at the door, and that 'who' was not much of a mystery, would definitely think she was up to something.

"The Boogeyman. Lemme in, chere." 'Ro was up in a flash. If Remy Lebeau even knew she had a diary, much less that she was pining over Cyclops in it, he would never let her hear the end of it. He began to push the door open just as she almost ran into it in attempt to keep it shut.

"What's de mattah wit' you, girl?" He chuckled, pushing the door back open to a crack.

"Nothing!" She answered, once again, too defensively.

"Then open the door!" he laughed again.

"…what do you want?"

"Well, I did want my shorts back dat you been usin' as p.j's…" He started, "But now I wanna know what you tryna hide from Gambit."

"I hide nothing, Lebeau."

"Well I wanna see dat nothin'.. An' don' think I won't ring his neck, whoevah it is you got in there." Storm rolled her eyes. As if she would hide a man in her room.

"Fine. Just give me a minute." She bolted to her desk and barely had enough time to even grab the diary before the Cajun stepped in the room. She hid it behind her back quickly, but not quick enough to fool him.

"You already had your minute," he smirked, "Where is he, Stormy?"

"I don't have anyone in my room, you sicko. And don't call me Stormy." She tried to forge a normal looking stance with both her arms behind her. She evidently failed, though, because Remy shot her the most skeptical of looks before gesturing to her.

"Give it up, chere." Ororo's heart caught in her chest and she held her breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Behind your back. Show it to me." He said dangerously, inching closer to her as she inched equally away.

"It's nothing."

"Prove it."

"It's a pregnancy test."

"You lyin'."

"It's tampons."

"No such thing."

She fought to find another excuse to at least keep the man at bay, but was stopped when the back of her knees hit the foot of her bed. He grinned wickedly at her and she froze, knowing that her diary's capture was now inevitable she turned and dove on to the bed, trying desperately to crawl away. Remy was on her in a second, tugging her back by her waist until the object, which looked like nothing more than a book, was within his reach. Thinking even quicker, she tucked the diary under her stomach and curled into a fetal position around it.

"Make it easy on y'self, Stormy," he grunted, "Remy'll get it eithah way." He reached under her, attempting to pry the thing from her grip before she rolled over, sending them both to the floor and onto Remy's back.

"Ow. Shit." He groaned.

"Screw you!" Ororo giggled climbing into the bed again. Her laughed reverted to a shriek, however, when Gambit seized her by the ankle and snatched her back to the hardwood floor. The diary flew out of her hand and onto the sheets.

"Dey'll be time for that later, chere." He said, rising. She scrambled off of the floor as he grabbed the diary and jumped on his back, strangling him with her arm and kicking the diary out of his hands. Remy laughed, despite his being choked.

"Why you gotta be so difficult, girl?" He grunted before he bent over suddenly, causing 'Ro to flip over his back, landing with a thud on hers.

"Ugh." She moaned at the extreme pain in her back and neck. "Asshole."

"Told ya to make it easy on y'self." He stepped over her and fell face first onto the floor, catching himself only millimeters before his nose would've been broken. 'Ro climbed over him, deliberately grinding her knees into his spine, and grabbed the Diary again before prancing back to the door.

"What can I say: jacking you up is way more fun." She panted, waving the Diary, tauntingly. She waited for his smart-alecky response until her breath slowed, but there was none, only a low groan from the ground. "Remy, get up." Again, no answer, but a seethe and slight shift. Storm rolled her eyes huffed before climbing onto the bed. He'd asked for whatever he'd gotten, but she couldn't help but check.

"…did I hurt your nose?" She asked as she bent over the bed. He was on top of her faster than she could react. She thrashed and kicked wildly, aiming for his undamaged nose when he began to laugh smugly.

"Stormy, Stormy." The Cajun tsk'ed, "An' you call yo'self an X-man." With ease that infuriated the struggling female beneath him, he locked her feet between his knees and pinned her wrists down with a single hand before grabbing the diary.

"Let's see what you been tryna keep from me, eh? You been gettin' off on Romance Novels when you got me right here, chere?" Storm looked angry enough to spit on him, but he opened it and scanned the writing.

"…'the definition of an alpha male'?" Remy began to laugh hysterically as he read through Ororo's private entry. "Dis what you been hidin', chere? You still crazy about dat old tight-ass Scottie boy? An' in a diary!"

"It's a… daily… log!" Storm bucked and tossed, trying to throw the Cajun off of her, but to no avail.

"Den why do the first words say 'Dear Diary'?" He asked deadpan. When her face darkened in embarrassment he laughed again, "Jesus, chere, Remy expected you to adapt but he nevah thought this place would mutilate you until you was a diary-writing, lovesick puppy. Is Remy gonna find Twilight DVD's under your bed now?"

Feeling the Cajun's grip loosen, Storm knocked him onto his back and snatched the book from him, straddling his waist so tightly that it was sure to leave a bruise.

"Careful, chere. Don't start getting' kinky wit' me."

"You are so full of it, Remy Lebeau!" She jammed a finger into his forehead and spoke between clenched teeth. "This is exactly why I hid it from you! For one: Scott is NOT old, and you're only two years younger than him while you're talking! Second: He's NOT a tightass, he's an admirable, sensible, responsible man, which you 100 percent AREN'T! Third: don't you EVER accuse me of changing OR liking Twilight again or you will regret it! For your information, the professor suggested I start writing down my feelings as a way to release emotion without frying ASSHOLES like you with lightening. Oh! And as for being a lovesick puppy, I'm not going to tell you again that my interest for Scott is-NOT-a-stupid-crush!" She said, beating him in the chest with the now violated journal.

Remy grinned and grabbed her arms to stop her, partly because she was bruising his ribs, and partly because he didn't know how well he'd be able to control himself if she kept jerking around while on top of his groin.

"It is a crush, chere. You shouldn' be wastin' time on the man, you jus turned 19. An' he ain't right for ya."

"I turn 20 in three months, swamp rat." Storm grumbled. The Cajun chuckled again at her nearly broken spirit.

"I know chere, Remy jus' teasin'. You know you my heart."

"Then why are you always making fun of me?" Gambit's expression softened and he placed her hands gently onto his chest.

"Maybe dis Swamp Rat be jealous of old Scotty…" He smirked and 'Ro rolled her eyes.

"Sure." Like Remy would ever be jealous of anyone. He knew as well as she that he could have any woman he wanted. And that woman definitely wasn't her. They stood silent for a while, glancing around at the mess that they had created of Storm's room.

"Ok, chere, got your jollies? Can I get up now?" Storm shrugged before slamming her fist into his chest, making him bark in pain.

"Yeah. Now get the hell out of my room." She said, standing and allowing him to push himself off the ground.

"So, tell me chere, how you gonna make your moooove tomorrow night? Is your body burnin' wit' desire, longin' to be touched by his strong knowin' hands, do ya shiver at the thought of him—"

"NOW!"