Remy was walking around town with one of the others. Kirk or something, he didn't know. He just referred to him as the German kid.
"'M hungry, any bon places ta eat 'round here?"
"Ja, zere's zis diner over around zhere. I need to see Vogue anyvay."
And-BAMF!-they bamfed in front of Dina's Diner. They walked in and it was near closing time. Rogue was jamming out on top of the counter.
"She's rebel, she's saint, she's salt to the Earth and she's dangerous..."
"Rogue what's with all the hard rock music?" Illyana asked. Sheila was looking over as she cleaned plates.
"Oh, hon this ain't hard rock. There's Marylnn Manson an' even Ah don't lissen ta him. Sorry jus' too much fo' meh."
They both cast looks at her. "Oh jus' 'cause Ah'm rocker punk every one thinks Ah'm a goth. I'd be thinner I'd be taller go clubbin' in mah collah, with skin pale as a moth, dressed in black I'd go creepin' while the other folks are sleepin'...see where Ah'm goin' with this?"
"But Vogue, your skin is vhite."
"Oh, hush blue boy." Remy pouted again.
Did she just not reconize him or something? He did let his hair grow and he got rid of that wierd beard thingy. Seriously he didn't know what he was thinking at the time. And he also wears sunglasses so no one will see his demonic eyes.
"Kurt who's your new friend?" Sheila asked.
"Oh, zis is Remy." He gestured to Remy. Rogue's head popped up.
Wide eyed and sceptical looking she asked, "Remy? As in LeBeau?"
Remy grinned. "Why oui, chere. An' here Remy t'ough' dat y' fo'got 'bout him."
Rogue's mouth dropped and she started blinking. Sheila smirked, "Ah, so this is the boy you've been talkin' about for the last six months." "SHIELA!"
Truth was she only talked about him when she just couldn't bottle it up anymore, but she didn't dare say that in front of him.
Rogue was blushing so she just decided to not look at the smirking Cajun. "So what do y'all want?"
"How about 2 cokes, 2 bean and beaf extra large burro vith a melted cheeze on top, and a hot dog with ketzup for Remy?"
"Rod! We need 2 stampede blankets, tie it down, then paint a bow-wow with red, an' 2 stretchs! That'd be 10 bucks please."
Remy stared at her. Either its in the manual to learn all that...stuff or she knows it by heart somehow, he thought.
"Roguey can I have a some ice cream and chocolate milk, ple-e-e-e-ease?" She threw in her puppy dog eyes.
"Oh fahne. A houseboat with motor oil an' a black cow. An' a hot top fo' meh."
3 minutes later out came Rodrick with a banana split with chocolate syrup, glass of chocolate milk, and a cup of hot chocolate for the girls and 2 coca-colas and 2 burritos and a hot dog. He had a big tray.
"Thank you, Rodrick." Illyana was always so polite it was cute.
"Thanks, Rod." Rogue took a sip. She was from the south so naturally she thought the cold weather was freezing.
"Gettin' near closin' tahme. Yah boys need a ride?"
"No, ve're-" Remy's hand flew to Kurt's mouth.
"We'd love dat."
"'Kay, jus' let meh get dressed."
She hopped off the counter, grabbed a bag and walked to the bathroom. All the while Remy had a wierd look on his face.
"You okay, you keep looking at Rogue funny?" Illyana asked. Remy pulled himself together.
"Uh, oui. 'M okay, merci fer askin'."
"You talk funny!" Then Illyana burst into a fit of giggles. Remy pouted.
Rogue came out in a red long sleeve shirt with a black jacket on and black pants with converse. She grabbed her tan coat and threw it on. "C'mon, let's go. Bye Sheila, Rod!"
They walked out the door. "I call zhotgun!"
Kid beat moi ta it!, Remy thought. Rogue hoodslided to drivers door. Oooookay?
VROOOOOOOOM!
"God Ah love Scott's car!" Rogue exclaimed. She turned on the radio and sped off.
Remy kept glancing at Illyana who was staring at Remy. Frankly, it was creeping him out. "What?"
"Nothing but you got wierd eyes." Remember that thing I said about her being honest. This is what I meant.
That didn't make Remy feel too good. He looked out the window.
"Illyana don't make fun o' Remy, thaht's mah job. Jus' 'cause his eyes are different don't mean yah have thaht raght." Rogue scolded. "Sorry Roguey."
Rogue looked back and forth between the two. He leaned forward and asked, "I don' mean ta sound roud, mias are y' her mere?"
Rogue turned around and looked at him. "What! N-no! Ah'm only 18 an' can't touch! Duh! Yah do tha math."
"Dessole."
"Say you're sorry to Roguey." Illyana scolded.
"What?"
"Say it with me. So-orry."
"But I already did."
"No you didn't. You said 'this hole'."
"Oui, I did. It means sorry in French. So, yeah-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Nuh-huh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Nuh-huh. It ain't!"
"Well, when you're right, you're right."
"Bon. Now- wait...Did I jus' get Bugs Bunny'd by a 4 year old!"
Rogue and Kurt were already dying from laughter. Illyana smacked Remy, "I'm six!"
"Well y' look quatre. Bebe."
"I am not!"
"Are too-"
"Hush both of y'all or so help meh Ah'll throw y'all outta this car an' make yah both walk home. Thaht means yah too, Illyana!"
"Yes ma'am." They said in unison like little kids.
This silence lasted for about 2 minutes before Illyana whispered to Remy, "You still haven't said sorry yet."
Rogue screeched to a stop. "Okay thaht's it! Kurt get up. Remy move up."
"But, Voooogue! I called zhotgun!"
Rogue turned very slowly and glared at him. "Now zat I zink about it, I'd like to trade places with Remy!"
BAMF!
Illyana coughed and gagged at the sulfur. "Zorry about zat."
"It's-koff-okay, Kurt."
Dere is a dieu aftah all. Lord help me. D'accord, y' can do dis. Why, cuz who de man? Y' de man. Yeah...
Gambit unlcoked the car door got up. He took two steps before he tripped on a shoelace and fell on his face. Rogue groaned.
"Are yah usually this stupid."
"Non. Sometimes its worse."
Rogue smacked her forehead. "Jus' get in the car! Ah wanna go home!"
Remy hurridly got in the car and they sped off.