Just wanted to put another chapter out, but it might be awhile before update again, school is a killer. Enjoy.

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Chapter 3: Makeovers and Plans

"You need to date."

Rogue looked at Betsy with a bemused "What?"

"You need to go on a date, or two, to get out of this funk you seem to be in." said Betsy as she went to the window and opened it up to let fresh air in. Taking a deep breath, she turned to Rogue and said, "I know that you're hurt over Bobby, but come one, luv, you need to move on from that bastard."

"Don't call him that!" shouted Rogue.

Betsy raised her eyebrow, "What?"

"It's not Bobby's entire fault. I was the one hanging out with other guys. Hell, I was around Remy more than him, I really don't blame Bobby for this."

Betsy wasn't sure what to say. She had always known that Rogue loved Bobby (only God knows why) but she never knew that she blamed herself. Betsy went over to Rogue, who was sitting on the bed, and rubbed her shoulder.

"Rogue, it's not your fault. You never tried anything with those guys. Bobby is the one who couldn't handle his girlfriend's attention not being on him for a second. You are your own person, Rogue, and you are allowed to have male friends."

Rogue nodded, "I just don't want to date anyone else. I still like Bobby and I think that it will be hard to just switch my feelings off like that."

"I understand, just think about it, okay. Come on let's get out here."

Rogue agreed and the two walked out of the room only to see Kitty and Bobby, hot and heavy outside her room, across the hall. Rogue watched, shocked, while Betsy had a disgusted look on her face. "Come on, Rogue," she whispered. Rogue agreed and was about to move before she heard them talk.

"I can't believe I'm with you," said Kitty with a dreamy look on her face. Bobby smiled and said the three words that shattered Rogue completely, "I love you."

The two never noticed their audience and simply went into the room, still kissing. Betsy shook her head and turned to see if Rogue was okay, but was surprised to see that she did not have a single tear in her eye. In a matter of fact, Rogue looked like she wanted to strangle someone.

"Rogue, luv, you okay?"

Rogue shook has she said, "We were together for two and a half years, and he didn't say I love you until I got control two months ago. "They were together for what, less than four weeks, and he just out and says it." Shaking her head as if to clear it form cobwebs, Rogue turned to Betsy and said, "You still want to arrange those dates, right?"

Remy went to the Danger Room after being kicked out of Rogue's room. Six hours later, he was tired out having used of all of his energy defending himself against the Wolverine, who seemed pissed off more than normal. Now that it was time for dinner, Remy moved to go shower and head for the kitchen, Logan right behind him.

"Tired already, Gumbo?" asked Logan, smirking at the limping Cajun.

"You didn't have to hit Remy so much, Wolvie, what I ever did to you?"

"What, you can't take a hit Cajun," Logan taunted the twenty-one year old who was now holding his arm, "And don't call me Wolvie."

"Whatever."

Logan went ahead while Remy prepared himself for dinner properly. You can't just present yourself to the world looking like anything can you? After he was done (about an hour later), Remy made his way to the kitchen only to see an unusual sight, which is saying something since he live in a house full of mutants.

Several of the young guys in the mansion were surrounding someone at one of the tables, while the girls and Bobby were looking over with jealously. Making his way over to the crowd, he tapped Sam, a fellow southerner, on the shoulder and asked, "What's going on?"

Sam blushed and pointed to the center of the crowd, "Rogue."

Remy followed his hand and saw Betsy sitting down and smiling with a pretty girl sitting next to her. It took awhile for his brain to register that it was Rogue. She always looked beautiful to Remy, but now, she looked like a goddess. She had on light make up giving her face a natural glow, and she was wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans but they hugged her body like second skin. Her hair was put in a side chignon with chopsticks through it and her white stripes in her face. Even though the changes were small, Rogue carried herself with such confidence that she might have well been nude. At that moment from looking around the room, Remy could tell that he a lot of had competition.

"Did you see Bobby? He looked like he wanted to jump me or something! He was even looking at Kitty." Rogue said, sitting down on her bed. After hearing what Bobby said earlier, Rogue decided that know was the time to move on so she asked Betsy to help her buy some more clothes. It seemed to have worked because as soon as she walked into the dining room for dinner, all eyes were on her and the boys, including Bobby, began to drool.

Betsy giggled at Rogue's statement before turning serious. "This is not about Bobby, remember. This is about moving on."

"I know."

"Good, because I think that you should go on a series of dates."

"A series of dates! You just said one!" shouted Rogue.

"No, I just said you need to date. I never said how many."

Rogue sighed in defeat and said, "Fine, how many."

"Ten."

"What, no way I'm I going on ten dates arranged by you."

"Fine, eight."

"Two."

"Seven."

"Two."

"Five."

"Two."

"Three, and I'm not going any lower."

Rogue sighed, "Fine, they better be good dates though."

"Oh, don't worry, they will be."

With those words alone, Rogue became very scared.

Author Notes: How was it? I didn't really like this chapter, but I had to get to this part before I can have her go out. Tell me if there is a problem with the grammar or something so I can go back and change it. Proofreading has never been my favorite thing. Review!