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Chapter 2: The make over.
None of Rogue's friends wanted to be the first one to give the bad news. When it came to Kitty, her eyes were almost out of orbit; Jean's normally ivory face had now taken this slightly reddish colour, making a perfect match with her hair, while the few freckles in her nose seemed to be about to pop out.
"Spit it out already! What is it?" the southerner commanded them, wondering what could be worst: an anti-mutants attack? Magneto, Apocalypse, Sinister, or, who knows? maybe goddamn Lex Luthor had a new plan to take over the world, or to ruin her life.
Finally, as she was still trying to take in the truth, Jean spoke:
"The stylists that were supposed to do my hair… well, your… our hairs, and fix us, and everything: they just called and said they can't come".
There was a moment of awkward silence, in which Rogue's gaze went from one girl, to the other one, then to some spot on the wall.
"All right, all right, let's just, like, keep it cool" Kitty burst out, standing on tip toes. "We can go to another hairdresser or something, can't we?"
"We would need an appointment, Kitty! Besides, it's Saturday; they will probably be all booked today. I'm ruined" Jean sighed.
"YOU are ruined? I mean, I can sort of fix your hair, and you can, like, fix mine, or whatever, but what about Rogue?"
"Ah couldn't care less" Rogue stated, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at her friends with defiant eyes.
"What do you mean?" Jean asked, her jaw almost reaching the floor.
"What do Ah mean?!" if she was trying to look calmed, and like it really didn't matter to her, she wasn't accomplishing it. "Ah mean Ah've gone through so much garbage in mah life, an' Ah ain't gonna let some hair jackass ruin my weddin'! Even if Ah've got t' wear a damn baseball cap, Ah'm getting' married t'day!" and saying this with the most out of control drawl her friends had ever heard on her, she started to go from one drawer to another one, taking out combs and brushes, clips, a hairdryer, hairspray, and building a rising pile with them on the bed.
"Uh… Rogue?" Kitty dared to speak, after a few moments of staying frozen. "You know? You're right, and we can totally help you, right?... RIGHT?"
"Yes! Sure…" Jean agreed. It was probably true what Kitty had told Rogue a few days ago: Jean was a little jealous someone else in the mansion was getting married before her and Scott, the perfect little couple. But since her perfectionism was beyond that, always trying to look faultless, she decided to become the perfect friend and actually help Rogue.
"You'll see! Everything's going to be fine" Shadowcat shrieked.
(…)
About an hour later, Rogue's bedroom had become a disaster area.
The books, pencils, pictures and candles that normally rested on her dressing table, were now on the floor, and had been replaced by all the stuff she took out from the drawers, plus every make up or hair items Jean, Kitty, Jubilee and Wanda found in their bedrooms; it wasn't at all a small amount of things. The bed was completely blanket covered with wedding and fashion magazines Jean brought from nowhere, and even Kurt, who hadn't been very happy about the wedding at the beginning, wanted to participate in the make over, bringing in one of the big chairs from the salon for Rogue to sit down comfortably.
"Thanks, but it's not necessary!" she had told him, while he pushed her sit.
"Just zit and relax, Shwester!" he asked, but then he stumbled for some reason, and the pizza slice he was holding fell to the floor, leaving a greasy stain on the carpet. "Oh… zorry about zat".
Everybody was giving ideas, from cutting Rogue's hair a couple of inches, to braid her hair all through the tiara, and Kitty even suggested a tall, elegant pony tail.
"A pony tail?! You must have lost your mind!" Jean replied, and quickly picked up from the floor a red hair extension she had dropped from a make up bag, praying for nobody to see it.
"What's wrong with it?"
"Everything is wrong with it".
"And what about a…"
"Oh my God, look at this lipstick! It's amazing, whose is it?"
"Rogue, do you want your nails pink or white?"
"Pink?! Nah! I'm…"
"Do brides wear purses? 'Cause you'd need one to match…"
"Fine, maybe not a pony tail, but how about just a… tail?"
"Vomen are crazy…"
The situation seemed to be getting worst, since they were talking and arguing so much they weren't really moving on. But then, a voice was heard, and everybody turned towards the door:
"All right! Everybody listen, please: get out of this room now. I will take it from here".
As Storm came in, she went directly towards Rogue and started to moisture her hair with a spray.
Every girl and elf in the bedroom stayed just staring at her.
"Do I have to repeat it?" Storm said calmly, and everybody did as she asked, walking out the door, eyes outcast.
Rogue directed a pleading gaze to the weather witch.
"Let's see what we can do, child".
(…)
Everyone that was kicked out of the room was now standing in front of the door; Scott joined them too, his mind sank in deep thoughts about the proposal he was planning for next week. It was his turn now, he guessed.
Finally, Storm showed up.
"Is she ready?" Jubilee asked, and then Rogue came out too.
Her auburn hair had been slightly curled, a few sections of it tied in pretty knots in the back, upper part of her head; she was wearing the tiara, which was shiny but very simple, and Kitty's clip had also found place through the knots. Wavy locks framed both sides of her face, and her make up emphasized her amazing green orbits, making her look just stunning.
"So?" she asked hesitantly, while her team mates just stared at her mouth opened.
"Wow…" Kitty's voice was the first one to be heard.
"You look so…" Scott started to speak, but then almost punched himself when Jean directed him a threatening gaze. "…bride-like" he finished his sentence.
"You look absolutely beautiful, Rogue!" Wanda said.
Rogue smiled; she was starting to feel butterflies in her stomach, as the moment came closer. She really didn't know what to say now, or next; she just wanted to keep feeling her heart about to explode in happiness.
"Thanks, Storm" she managed to utter.
"Any time. And now, I think it is time all of us to go get ready too".
Everybody agreed, and as they left and Rogue locked herself in her room again, realizing she only needed to put on her dress and shoes to be ready to go, she knew there was still one thing she had to do.
(…)
It was almost 6 pm when she went down the stairs; the wedding planners Jean hired were finishing the decoration issues, out there in the yard. Besides that, the rest of the house was in silence, all of her fellow mutants probably finishing dressing up and all that. It calmed her down to see the house like this, and it brought so many memories to her…
There was someone she needed to talk to, though.
Stepping in the kitchen, Rogue found Logan sitting on a stool, eating a gigantic sandwich; there was an open beer can on the table, by his side.
"Hey…" she said on a low voice, sitting down by his side. He only nodded, and kept chewing.
After a few moments, she asked:
"Are yah goin'?"
The Canadian growled, and once he swallowed, he finally spoke:
"Of course I'm going. If there's free beer, I'll be there".
Rogue smiled awkwardly, but then he continued: "What? Did you think I wouldn't go, 'cause I haven't get dressed? I'm not Mr. Preppy Summers, you know? I'll be ready in ten".
"'kay…" she whispered. "Actually, Ah wanted to ask yah somethin'". Logan raised his brows in expectation, waiting for her to speak. "It's… this one thing… Ah should have told yah before, but, well, anyway… just wanted t' know if yah could… only if yah want to, Ah'm not… Ah just thought yah'd be the right person t'… it's…"
"Of course I would, Stripes".
She stared at him, knowing he already knew what she meant.
"What?"
"Walk you down the aisle?"
Rogue smiled again, but this time genuinely.
"Yeah, it was… that. Yeah. Thanks". And then, she decided to do something she had never done: she hugged Logan. After hesitating for a few seconds, he rested a hand on her back. He wasn't very used to hugs, but this one was important.
(…)
Rogue saw houses, stores, and a couple few buildings passing by her side, on the other side of the car's window. As much as she tried to calm down, her heart was like a drum on a parade, and she felt like they should instead carry her down the aisle: she didn't know if she'd be able to walk, because her knees would probably fail. So many times she had laughed at those excited and nervous brides getting married, but it was her now the one in that situation.
"You ok?" Logan questioned her, probably sniffing her fright. It was only the two of them in the car, and the driver in the front, going to the church.
"Yeah. Ah'm just… happy, an' nervous, but Ah'm 'kay. Ah can do it".
He raised a brow and chuckled slightly; it was funny to see him all dressed up in a tux, well shaved and everything. Not a common thing at all.
A few moments later, the car parked right in front of the church.
It was 7:05 pm. The wedding was supposed to begin at 7 o'clock.
They were good.
There was people in the front door, all gathered, waiting for her to arrive. She didn't want to look at them. She suddenly felt she was going to throw up.
Suddenly, somebody knocked on Logan's window. He rolled it down, to find Kurt on the other side.
"What is it, elf?"
"Eh… ve… there's somezing zat's happenin'…"
"What?" Logan repeated.
"It's… eh…" he looked at Rogue nervously and then back at the Canadian. "Remy's not here yet".
Logan threw his arm out of the window and grabbed Kurt by his shirt, pulling him closer to the car:
"What do you mean he's not here yet!?"
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