It was drizzling outside the next morning.
Rogue wanted to talk to Remy about last night, but she was in no rush to unearth herself from the warmth of her covers. She was freezing last night after her little rain escapade. She still couldn't believe she did that. All she'd gotten from it was almost making herself sick and bruised up hands.
She wanted to ask Remy if anything had been wrong last night. She was a bit irked by his disposition. He hadn't really looked angry or anything, but he hadn't seemed completely himself. And she just kind of wanted to talk to him. She missed him. She frowned a little at the thought. She didn't like how clingy that sounded, but couldn't really describe it any other way. He had pretty much become her closest friend since he'd gotten here.
The rain picked up a little, building a tempo against her window. She could see the woods from the window, dark and a little ominous under the gray sky, and she didn't understand why she ever thought to go alone. She wondered if it had stopped raining since last night and how long it would last today. It didn't look that bad outside. A streak of lightening cut across the sky. The thunder followed shortly after, a little louder than she'd expected. She could feel her heart beating. It wasn't the best feeling.
She took in a breath and sighed before tossing the covers off.
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The sun had made its appearance by the time she went back upstairs.
She was worried and very confused. Remy hadn't answered his door, and she hadn't been able to find him downstairs. But that wasn't what was freaking her out. She had asked around downstairs to find that no one knew who he even was. The students she'd asked claimed to have never heard of him before. And she didn't really know what to make of the truth in their eyes.
"Hey, Rogue." She looked up and saw John had stopped just as they were about pass each other. He looked a bit concerned.
"Are you okay?" he asked, watching her carefully. She must have looked unsettled enough to worry him.
"Do you know where Remy is?" John would know who Remy was, considering they had talked to each other face to face many, many times.
"Who?" Johnny asked, looking confused. She furrowed her brow and looked at him. Freaking Remy! The only Remy in the mansion that people had seemed to know before today. The only Remy John had seemed to know before today!
"Re-my. Cajun. Kinetic energy powers." She was speaking louder now, obviously frustrated and losing her patience.
John shook his head unknowingly, "Sorry, I don't know him."
She couldn't believe this. "Is this a joke?"
"Is what a joke?" There was no way it could have been a joke. It made even less sense than the whole situation. He looked just as confused as she felt.
"Nothing," she replied and began walking back to her room. She wasn't exactly sure what to do in the position she was now in, and she wanted to leave before she began freaking John out even more. She'd probably just convinced him that she was high. She felt like she was losing her mind.
"Rogue, wait. What's going on?" She shook her head. "What are you talking about? Who's Remy?"
"I don't know what's going on, John!" she responded. She tried to blink back the tears in her eyes. She didn't know what she was talking about or who Remy was anymore. It was sounding like he was nothing more than a figment of her imagination, but she knew that wasn't true either.
"Rogue, you can talk to me," John proclaimed at seeing her crying. He stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You know that, right?"
She nodded, "Yeah, I know."
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