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XxX separates scenes because ff.n took my pretty lines away. =( By the way, I know absolutely nothing about San Diego, airports and whatnot. Enjoy this knowledge free chapter.

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"Psst, Rogue? Remember what I said, all right? On the first day, get yourself situated, on the second day window shop and on the third day play hard to get and—"

"Kitty, it's four in the mornin'. My plane doesn't leave fo' another five hours." Rogue pulled the covers over her head, "Leave me alone."

Kitty frowned, "But Rogue, we have so much to go over. And I want you to know my cell is always on so call me or text me whenever."

Grumbling something about humanity, death and the law, Rogue blindly reached out from under the covers and after two attempts, managed to grab her cell phone off the nightstand. Movement came from under the covers after her arm slipped back in.

"What are you doing? We do not have time for phone calls, Rogue!" Kitty explained, throwing her arms in the air right as Rogue sat up, the covers spilling out in front of her.

"I'm callin th' authorities to take your dead body away." Rogue growled, her hair messy and a not so thrilled expression set on her face. "I love ya Kit but I love sleep more. Write me notes o' somethin', all right?" A vein popped out from her forehead as she narrowed her sleepy eyes at the girl standing in front of her.

Kitty just squeaked, nodding. Her footsteps were quiet as she left the room, phasing through the wall into her room as opposed to using the door and walked to her room one over.

Rogue just sighed, falling back, her hair spilling out onto the pillow. She rolled over, her body tense and a familiar nervous feeling erupted in her stomach. "No." She mumbled, tightly shutting her eyes, "I am not goin' to be nervous. It's jus' a trip." Inhaling deeply through her nose, she rolled her onto her back, her muscles loosening but her mind was not convinced. Her eyes opened a crack, the corner of her lips tugged back a bit, "Th' trip of my life."

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"Who's the girl?"

"Huh?" Remy glanced up, his eyes locking on familiar, warm brown orbs. "No girl, Tante Mattie. Why?" He had been staring up at the sky in deep thought. It was nearing midnight and he was sitting outside on the porch.

In response, she smiled, sitting down next to him, her hands placed neatly on her lap. "Nothin' boy, nothin'. Want to tell me what's going on in that head of yours?"

"I'm leavin' th' day after tomorrow."

She cocked a brow, "You leavin' this place?" She asked in disbelief, her voice deepened along with the Southern twang in her voice.

Remy just chuckled, leaning back into chair he was sitting in. "On a so called vacation, yes." Now, he leaned forward, running his hand through his tousled hair. "Not my idea."

"Boy, it's a vacation. Back in my day, the word didn't even exist. Go have some fun."

"They want me to commit."

"Into what?" She asked, suddenly exasperated.

"A relationship." He spat out the words like venom. Tante Mattie chuckled loudly, lightly slapping his knee.

"Is that all?"

Remy sighed, hunching his shoulders forward. He lowered his head, "I jus' don't think I'm ready to settle down."

"'Cause you don't want to get your heart broken." She stated, knowingly, "Don't worry; not all them girls out there are like that nasty Belladonna."

"Try to convince my wonderful famille that I ain't comin' back a new an' engaged homme."

Tante Mattie hummed, nodding her head, "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow mornin'." He glanced down at his watch, "'Bout thirteen hours."

"How long will you be gone?"

A smirk curved onto his lips, "As long as it takes."

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"See you in a few weeks." Kitty gave her friend a tight hug as she bid adieu. "Have fun, all right?" Breaking the hug, she reached into the pocket of her windbreaker and pulled out a pack of index cards, a rubber band was placed around them to keep them together. "Here are six cards on what to do and how to do it!" She handed them to a hesitant Rogue admitting, "Read them. I put a lot of effort into making them."

Rogue rolled her eyes, shoving the cards into her own pocket, "I'll be sure to read 'em." She made a mental note to throw them away.

"And you have to call me tonight." Now, Rogue wasn't sure if she was being asked or ordered to.

"Yes, mother." Rogue said, evenly. Her hands now placed on her hips and an annoyed look was planted on her face. "Anythin' else?"

"Yeah!" A light bulb suddenly went off in Kitty's head as she reached into her pocket again and pulled out a slip of paper, "The Prof wanted me to give you the directions to the hotel. He said everything is ready for you."

"I'm overjoyed." Rogue mumbled, her voice low. She glanced down at her luggage and back at Kitty, biting down on her lower lip. Her body was tense as she strained to make out any announcements, preferably announcing when she would be boarding the plane. 'No one knows I'm a mutant there.' The Southerner stared off into space as Kitty spotted a cute boy reading a pamphlet. 'And no one is goin' to find out.' Determination flashed in her eyes as a voice from overheard announced her flight was now boarding passengers. 'This is my summer.'

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"Don't flirt right away."

Remy ignored the so-called advice his brother was trying to give him as he packed his bags.

"An' don't look too desperate."

Remy now hummed a tune as he ignored the so-called advice his brother was trying to give him as he packed his bags.

"An'—Dieu—don't use any pick up lines."

Now, Remy felt like his brother was giving him advice for his first junior high school dance. Using his selective hearing, he flat out ignored Henri.

"Act natural. Be yourself."

Remy, now frustrated, slammed down a dark colored shirt. "Be myself? You're standin' there givin' me advice on how not to be me!"

"Well, it's goin' to be hard with—" Henri stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly feeling awkward and embarrassed.

"I'm a mutant. An' I ain't ashamed of it." Remy stated, narrowing his red eyes at the older Cajun, "But I'll wear sunglasses if it makes you feel better."

Henri just shrugged his shoulders back, now he just felt a little uncomfortable. "You should find yourself a fille who'll like you for your mutant-y powers."

"Think I should mention it to her that I blow up things durin' good sex?"

A smirk found its way onto Henri's lips. "Is that how you rate it these days?" He pondered, "The bigger th' explosion th' better?"

"Well, I surely wouldn't charge somethin' unless it gets borin'." Remy returned his brother's smirk, "Or I'd blow somethin' up to make a getaway from limpville."

"That bad, huh?" The two brothers shared a few silent chuckles together. Henri shook his head, feeling his face heat up. "Hope you meet th' perfect fille, Remy."

"One that doesn't mind explosions in bed?" Remy asked, playing out the old joke. Henri just patted his shoulder and made his way out of the room, "Hey—I didn't mean those explosions!" He called after him, laughter shining through his words. Remy repeated the words to himself as he resumed to what he had been doing, "This is goin' to be my summer." He decided with determination for the future.

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The plane ride had been simple. Not once did Rogue ask for a package of peanuts. She just sat there and read. Not the index cards Kitty had provided her with but a romance novel that was thicker than the stick shoved up Cyclops' ass.

After what seemed like eternally, they arrived at an airport in San Diego. A nervous fluttering erupted in Rogue's stomach as the stewardess announced they arrived safely and could now unbuckle their seatbelts. She kept remembering that she was alone here—and this was her first 'alone' trip. Well, until Kitty came over in a few weeks.

Clad in boots, her black skirt and her black tanktop, she got out of her seat when it was announced they could leave. Knowing her usual outfit was without black leggings, the sheer green shirt and spiked collar, she felt naked. Her legs left wobbly as she walked down the aisle, having people elbow her and gently bump her.

Walking into the airport, she looked around, half expecting to see a familiar face; she didn't. After picking up her luggage, she looked around for the exit, hoping to call for a cab and to her to her hotel to relax. Spotting the sign, she quickly hurried off, only to have someone walk into her. Stumbling back she snapped, "Asshole."

The guy stumbled back, also, surprised, "Bitch." He shot back, and without giving her a glance, he walked off.

"Well, that's a sure sign this is goin' to be a great vacation."

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It was a long boring plane ride for Remy, for he had absolutely nothing to do, and the in-flight movie of some talking animal Disney movie didn't entertain him for long.

"Peanuts!" He called out, grabbing a stewardess's arm as she passed. She shot him an annoyed look, "Please?" He tried, giving her his best charming smile. She just smiled, nodded and walked off in search of peanuts. Remy then mentally waved his finger at himself, "You need to stop doin' that LeBeau." He reminded himself out loud, earning a weird look from the woman sitting behind him. "No flirtin'." He mumbled, this time in a lower voice. He blinked, not feeling quite right. "Why?"

Oh dear, what he losing his mind?

Maybe not but his family was.

"Some flirtin' is all right then." He decided, starting to feel confident. "That's right."

The people sitting near him thought he was indeed a madman. Especially when he talked to himself in French.

"French bastard." Someone mumbled right as there was an announcement to buckle his or her seatbelts for landing.

Remy just sunk back deeper into his seat as he did as ordered. Why was he so worried about what his family wanted? He made a face, knowing they probably wanted him to do this to get over Belladonna, who he had nearly married. He thought he was over Bella while his family thought he was in denial about that since Bella had left him at the alter. He was rather thankful of that—he loved Bella but wasn't in love with that bleached teeth psychopathic blonde.

Time seemed to pass extra slowly as they got off the plane and entered the airport. He then realized how badly this vacation was planned and how he supposedly had some great expectations here in San Diego.

After receiving his luggage, he wandered around for a while, and then decided that he was tired and wanted to get to the hotel for sleep. On his way out, he realized he was missing a small duffel bag—he had brought three small things of luggage and now he realize he was only holding two. Turning around, he was run into by a girl. Remy just caught a glimmer of her white fringes as she snapped, "Asshole," with a scowl on her face.

Continuing walking, he shot back, "Bitch," over his shoulder, not liking the attitude in this place. "Well," He mumbled to himself, "This is startin' out well."

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Ack. Pretty much a boring chapter—I was too anxious to start the next chapter. Oh, well.

Thank you reviewers for your kind words. =)