Hey guys! I'm back with a new story. All the old stories, unfortunately, have been deleted. Worry not, this is not the end of Midnite Phoenix!
The plot of this story is basically from 50 First Dates, one of my all-time favourite movies. I just love romantic comedies!
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Summary: Remy LeBeau doesn't believe in commitment and relationships. But what happens when he visits he friend in Bayville and comes across the lovely Marie Darkholme, who by the way, suffers from short-term memory loss?
ROMY. JONDA. X-IETRO and many many more.
50 First Dates
Chapter 1- To Bayville
"Ello, mate!" John's voice crackled on the receiver.
"John? Is dat y'?" Remy mumbled. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at his digital alarm clock. 5 in the morning. On a Sunday.
"Yeah! You'll never guess what, mate!"
"Mon ami, do y' know what time it is here?" He sighed and massaged his temples. He sat up in his bed and ruffled his hair. "It's five in de morning. Five."
"I know you aren't exactly a morning person, mate. Anyway, I bought an apartment a few months ago and I've just moved in so I thought that you might want to come and, you know, stay for a while. See the Big Apple."
"Oh. Wow. Congrats." Remy said sleepily.
"Yeah, I know." John said, not detecting the sarcasm in Remy's voice. "I mean, it's no hotel or anything, but I thought… maybe you'd like to come over."
"Remy t'inks dat's a great idea, mon ami. But can Remy call back? Like maybe in de afternoon?"
"Ok. Ok. I get it. Remy LeBeau needs to catch his beauty sleep."
"Y' know Remy. Gotta look good for de belle femme."
Remy put down the phone and threw himself back into his warm and comfortable bed. Minutes later, he was asleep.
Remy woke up again around 9. He yawned and crawled out from beneath his red comforter. He went into his bathroom and turned on the shower. Hot water. After showering and changing into his black suit, he turned to his mirror and combed back his wet hair. Then he put on his contacts. Brown coloured.
After putting a deck of cards into his breast pocket, he declared himself perfect and left his room. He put on his shiny black shoes and stepped out of his apartment, not forgetting to lock the door.
Remy worked in his brother's company. They made and sold cigars. Henri, who was a few years older than Remy, took over Jean-Luc's company after the older man decided to retire. A few hours later, Remy was sitting in his spacious office during the lunch break. His turkey sandwich was left on his table, untouched. He was staring at the phone, frowning.
"It's not going t' bite y', y' know."
Remy looked up and saw Henri grinning at him. He eased his frown and smiled at him. "Non. Remy was just t'inking about somet'ing."
"Il n'ya personne d'autre au bureau." Henri said and sat on Remy's black sofa. "Hm. Comfy. I should get one of dese." He grinned again.
"It's lunch break. Everyone's gone out for lunch."
Henri shrugged. "Well, I don't see y' going out. So, what's y'r problème?"
"Y' remember John?"
"How can I forget y'r crazy mon ami?"
"Well… He invited Remy t' go t' New York. Bayville. T' visit."
"Ah. Dat was exactly de t'ing I wanted t' talk about."
"C'est vrai?"
"Really. Y' need a vacation, Remy. Y'r starting t' get a bit tense around de office. Y' need a break."
"Tense?" Remy frowned for a moment, then relaxed his face. "Oh. Y' mean Remy ripping Steve's proposal?"
"Oui. And other t'ings."
"Mais, his proposal was rubbish!" Remy protested.
"Remy, y' are going t' accept John's offer. Y' are going t' Bayville. End of discussion." Henri stood up and straightened his brown coat. "Alright. I have a lunch appointment wit James from Sales." He left the office.
Remy leaned back into his leather chair and picked up the phone. After hesitating for a moment, Remy dialed a number and waited.
"Ello? John speaking."
"Bonjour, mon ami."
"Ah. I see you've woken up." John chuckled.
Remy grinned. "Anyway, Remy was t'inking about dat offer."
"So, what about it? You can stay for as long as you want. Wanda said she wouldn't mind, just as long we don't trash the place, cos you know, she'll be coming over a lot."
"Wanda..." Remy mumbled. "She's y'r petite amie?"
"My girlfriend? Yeah. You remember her? Black hair, red tips? Fiery temper?"
"Oui. Remy remembers. The Scarlet Witch."
"Yeah! Anyway, it'd be fun having you around again, especially now that I've got my own place. Living with Fred was no fun."
"Sure. Remy would love t' come."
"Awesome! So, can you come on Friday?"
"No problem."
"Great! Alright then, I'll meet you at the airport then."
"Oui. Au revoir, mon ami."
On Friday, Remy got off the plane in New York.
"Mate! Ey!" Remy heard John from the distance.
"Bonjour, mon ami. It's been a long time, hey?"
John nodded. "Ready to have fun? You're a lucky man today, LeBeau. There's a few club down the street from where I live."
Remy grinned. "C'est vrai? How interesting." He said as he pulled his suitcase along.
"Come on, we gotta catch a cab back." John said as they left the doors of the airport. He hitched a cab and they got in.
"So," Remy began. "How's life?"
"You mean after Magneto got killed and stuff? Well, it's certainly more peaceful." John said.
"No more fights?"
"There will always be fights, mate. But nothing as serious as before."
"Remy is glad dat it is all in de past now."
"Yup."
Remy and John arrived at the club at 8. The loud blaring music and blinding lights from within were tempting, but the big buff tattooed guy standing at the door was an obstruction.
John sighed as the guy shoved him in the shoulder. "There were times where our powers would grant us instant access. Especially into clubs." He gazed longingly at his lighter in his hand.
Remy grinned. "Come on, mon ami. Y' know we're not supposed t' use our powers in public."
John shrugged and replaced the lighter in his pocket. "Fine."
Remy shook his head. He returned his attention to the man. "Remy is new to Bayville. Remy from New Orleans. Let Remy in, hey?" And to John, "Remy thought y' said Wanda would meet y' here?"
"Hell nah! Yah git in line, or yah sorry ass will git kicked back tah New Orleans. Yah hear?!"
"Aww. Come on…" John whined. "Wanda isn't here. She said she might be running late."
"Ladies." The man said and stepped aside, letting two gorgeous ladies past him.
"Hey! Hey! They be wit us!"
"Yeah, mate! Those shelias are with us!"
"Do yah ladies know these losers?"
The ladies looked at each other and shrugged. "Why not?" One of them smirked at Remy.
Grudgingly, the man let Remy and John past him.
In the club, the two ladies looked at them.
"Well, I think you owe us."
"Let Remy buy y' two belle femme a drink, hey?"
"Sure."
"What's y'r name, belle?"
"Well, I'm Belladonna. But my friends call me Bella."
"And I'm Emma."
"Dat's a pretty name, Bella and Emma." Remy said as they approached the bar. "A beer fo' Remy here, and these two ladies will have…"
"Martini for me." Bella smiled dazzlingly. "And Emma, Cosmo?" Emma nodded.
"Martini and Cosmo fo' de ladies." Remy turned to ask Joh but the Aussie was no where to be seen. Remy shrugged.
The bartender nodded and served the drinks.
"So," Remy said as he took a swig of beer. "What do y' ladies do?"
"We work at a boutique." Bella said and smiled at him.
Emma nodded. "What about you?"
"Remy? Well, Remy's frère, Henri, owns dis company. Remy works under him."
"Oh." Bella said. "So you sort of own this company?"
Remy chuckled. "Mon frère, Bella, not Remy."
"Where's your friend?" Emma looked around.
Remy searched the club again and finally saw John with Wanda and another lady, sitting on a sofa, talking.
"He is wit his petite amie. Girlfriend." He explained, after seeing their confused looks. "Excuse moi, ladies. Remy will be back." Remy stood up and walked towards them.
"Hey, there he is!" John said enthusiastically.
"Bonjour, Wanda. And dis is?" Remy's brown eyes rested on the other lady.
"Hello, Remy. This is my friend, Marie Darkholme. Marie, this is John's friend, Remy LeBeau."
"Bonjour, belle."
"Hi." Marie smiled. "Yah can call meh Rogue, no one calls meh Marie anymore."
Remy smiled. "Can Remy buy y' a drink, Rogue?"
"Rogue isn't thirsty, are you?"
"Well, not really. But thank yah, Remy."
Wanda shot Remy a look.
"Uh… Hey, shelia! Let's go dancing, eh?" John said, trying to break the tension. He hastily pulled Wanda to the dance floor, leaving Remy and Rogue.
Remy sat down on the empty seat by Rogue.
"Remy be from New Orleans. What about y', y'r accent…"
"Ah'm from Mississippi, originally. But mah ma moved mah brother and ah out here." Rogue said. She was looking bored.
"Ah… Interesting. So, Remy has met a fellow Southerner."
"Yahr not gonna go and dance?" Rogue asked, trying to get rid of him.
"Non. Maybe later. Y' have a beautiful laugh, did y' know?"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Now what? Yahr gonna ask me whether it hurt when I fell outta heaven?"
Remy laughed. "Do y' t'ink Remy is dat lame?"
Rogue shrugged. "Maybe yah left meh alone I won't."
"Ouch, ça fait mal. Remy be hurt." Remy said.
"So go call an ambulance."
Remy ruffled his hair. This femme was a hard one.
"Aren't yah leaving?"
"Why, where would Remy go?" Remy asked.
"Anywhere. Ah don't care."
Remy was saved when John and Wanda came back from the dance floor.
"Ey mate! The crowd is wild tonight!" He leaned back on the sofa, panting.
Wanda was looking at Rogue. "You wanna head back home?"
"Sure." Rogue said and stood up.
"But we just…" John started then stopped. "Oh. Right. I'll see you tomorrow, shelias."
"Goodbye, Remy. I hope you have a nice time here in Bayville."
"Merci, Wanda. Au revoir."
"Bye, John. Bye…" Rogue said to the two men and left with Wanda.
"What is her problème?" Remy asked John.
John smiled weakly. "Rogue is a special one, Remy. I don't think you should go talking to her."
"Why?" Remy frowned.
"Wanda doesn't like you messing with her friends, especially this one. Like I said, Rogue is special."
"Oui. She's special alright."
When Remy and John retired to his apartment, Remy went into the guest room without a word. He was tired. After changing into his singlet and shorts, he lay in bed.
Bayville was going to be fun, he thought. He closed his eyes and flashbacks from today's events crossed his mind. Faces, images, places. His mind was stuck on one person. Marie. Remy didn't why she was so cold to him, but he was keen on finding out. No way was she going to get away with that. Just y' wait, Marie Darkholme, just y' wait. Remy's gonna get y'. Remy'll make sure y'll fall fo' Remy.
So? So? Watcha think? I know I'm out of touch.
For those who have been sticking with my stories, thank you so much. I hope you guys won't be mad that I've deleted a few stories. I promise I'll give you newer, better ones!
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