So many reviews already! -blushes-
I have decided to stop being lazy and give out shout outs:
Chap 3Rebel- I'm glad have restored some sort of faith in Romys again for you.
Cat- Squirrels rule. 'nuff said.
Capt. Annie- Yeah, I kind stopped trying with the accents. I don't care all that much and readers don't really either. We are all romy freaks. A "ah" here and a missing Th there and we are set.
Sekiyou- Thanx. I'm glad to be the exception to the rule.
TheRogueAuthor- Aww! Don't cry. You are going to make me cry! J/K
Hell Boy- twice? I feel so special…
Nettlez- Romy is just irresitable like that
Ish- I love penguins too! Did you see Madagascar? I know what you mean about Remy. -drools-. Every time I write about him I just sing the Billy Madison song (Sooo hot- wanna touch the heinie). I'm such a loser. Bunny on crack? Now I know who started that bit. I think I've seen it on every Romy just about. You sure get around, -wink wink-
Chap 2Eva- Yes, Remy is hot. That is all that matters, lol
Shira- she was just trying to get the boy to leave her alone. No such luck, eh?
Kitrazzle- I like the little bits on the top. It's the stalk I can't stand. Plus it smells bad.
Willa- yeah, x-treme x-men was my inspiration for her job. I love her in that. So bad ass.
Simba- Yep, 18 and legal for the 24 year old. First you have tiny Tim. Then I know this kid Tim who has like a size 28 waist and is 17. Most guys are least 34. You know Sean just wanted her to do the string thing to check her out. It was so obvious. Creepy old guy.
Rogue- Broccoli: bleh!
Okay I know I missed a few, but I got the longer ones I think. The more you review, the more chance there is for me to reply! (Okay, I know that isn't going to really motivate you but just humor me here. I need to feel loved. So empty inside! Okay, I'm going to step away from the Lacuna Coil CD now.
There are three types of people in this world. Some are morning people. Some are not. And the rest don't like to even acknowledge that there is life before 9:00 A.M. I'll give you three guesses as to which I am. No one can really blame me when I have mornings that start like this:
I was awoken at seven on Sunday morning. Yes, Seven o'clock. A.M! I should share numerous traits with a corpse at that hour, but no someone decided it was time for me to join the world of the living (soon to be dead if they stood too close when I became fully awake). It was Logan.
He has such wonderfully gentle waking techniques too, let me tell you.
"Stripes, get up." He ordered roughly, shaking me.
"No."
"Lets go Stripes, we need to talk."
"You need to go screw yourself."
Fun fact- common sense only seems to function when you are fully awake.
Logan growled and yanked the covers off of me. It was cold. I'm a bloody southerner. It is bad enough that I'm stuck where they have the unnatural occurrence of snow without having my nice warm covers ripped off.
"Give those back Logan!" I shouted.
"Get them yourself," he replied and threw them behind him.
I stomped over, got them and returned to my nice warm bed burying myself. I tried to close my eyes and go back to sleep, but by now I was wide awake. On a hunch I peeked out an opening at Logan. He was smiling. Bastard.
"Awake now Stripes?" He said, the smirk obvious in his voice.
"Go to Hell." I replied. Am I cute or what?
He yanked the cover down so he could see my head.
"Are you into Gumbo?" He asked. God bless the man for not wanted to beat around the bush. I really can't stand that.
"Do I have a thing for him- is that what you are asking?"
"Yeah."
"No."
He stared at me fore a second. "Your not lying.." he said slowly as if he expected me to jump and yell "Just Kidding!"
"No I'm not. I don't like him. Swampy is annoying."
"I heard some kids saying that you two were going out now."
"Who? When? I want names!" I demanded.
He laughed and then said, "So the whole thing I heard about you in his lap was a lie too?"
Uh-Oh. "Um…well…not exactly."
Logan narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean not exactly."
I quickly explained the reader's digest version about Kitty's blackmail, my chair theft, and Gambit's stronghold. That is the odd thing about Logan- I really don't mind talking to him.
"And you couldn't get out of his grip? At all? After all I've tought you?"
"I didn't want to mutilate the kid, annoying or not. Okay I did, but I would have gotten grounded for it. I just wanted the night to be over as soon as possible without my ass getting numb on the floor, alright?"
"Fine." He said, without looking like he meant it. He got up and headed out the door. Before he got into the hallway he called back, "Remember Stripes- off limits!" He took another step before turning around again and saying, "Oh yeah, and change the oil in all the ATVs this morning. Before lunch!"
I threw the covers over my head and screamed into them. I didn't even want to be awake before lunch, let alone working! Mr. Short and Hairy was getting back at me for getting a job, I just know it. Not only that, but now everyone was saying that I was dating Gambit. I bet Jubilee started that one. Scratch that- Gumbo himself probably did it. Arrogant git! Git? I think I need to just step away from Harry Potter.
I managed to finish the ATVs by eleven. It was actually a rather nice chore since I was all alone. Apparently the boy's agility and flexibility training started today and the girls had some other activities they were attending to. Therefore I got to spend some quality time with my SoiL CD. Luck shined upon me. There were no witnesses to me breaking out in random guitar riffs singing, "Love! Hate! Sinner! Don't you recall what you did to me! Look at me now!" Hard rock is angel sent. Wait- that makes no sense. Oh well. The point is, screaming out angry lyrics made me feel a lot better. And a little bit like going on a rampage but I pushed that urge down.
I found basically everyone in the mansion outside in the backyard. The girls were all lined up on lawn furniture, most of them in swim suits talking amongst each other. Even Storm was in conversation circle (though not in a swim suit.) It looked like something from a commercial.
Kitty spotted me first calling out, "Hey Rogue come join us. We are just relaxing out here."
Out of curiosity I walked over. Something was up. Sundays were usually spent on last minute chores and homework. It was odd to see everyone pretty much sunbathing. It all became very clear when I was about ten feet from the chairs. The boys were in the agility/flexibility lesson. Apparently shirts were optional since no one wore one. Just a bunch of built good-looking boys bending their bodies while bikini-clad girls watched. I couldn't believe Storm and Logan were allowing this virginal voyeurism. Then again- it wasn't like they could prove anything. After all the girls had as much right to sunbath as the boys had to exercise shirtless. Still it was ungodly obvious what they were up to.
Kitty patted a spot on her lounge chair next to her. "Come on Rogue, Jubilee is making some lemonade for us."
Jean added, "and the boys as well since they will most definitely be rather hot from their exercise."
The red head put extra emphasis on the word 'hot'. Like I wouldn't already catch the innuendo without it. Jean is another one that is not nearly as innocent as she looks. I wonder if she and four eyes have already jumped each other…
Smack. That would be a self-imposed mental slap. I have enough problems as it is without thinking bad things like that. Oh ick. Just ick.
Shaking my head from the thought, I looked towards the boys. Kurt saw me and waved which caught the attention of the others. Gambit gave a very obvious wink. Yep, he probably did start that rumor. I think I will kill him later. Logan looked less than amused at Gambit's actions. Maybe I won't get the chance. Pity.
I rolled my eyes at the red-eyed idiot and turned back to Kitty who was telling me to sit down. I told her flat out that I had better things to do and walked back into the mansion.
A few minutes later I settled in my window with a book and looked down at my view. Wolverine and the others had been a little to the right of the girls and their little set-up. Interestingly enough that landed them right below my window. Wasn't that a neat coincidence?
Okay it wasn't a coincidence. I have to make one thing clear. I'm untouchable- not stupid. In fact I have to say I'm a bit of a genus. I get the same eye candy as the other girls, but I keep my 'ice-queen" reputation. Someone needs to give me a cigarette to celebrate my brilliance.
I scanned over Sam, Bobby and the rest of the younglings. They weren't bad of course, but not overly impressive. Time to move on. Logan and Kurt were out for incestuous reasons, blood relatives or not. Scott was next(Yes I had managed to get over the trauma of thinking about him and Jean together). Buff Boy Scout described him best. I know that sounds stupid, but it is true. Your typical Prince Charming type. Scott faltered again. Then again, I think prince charming was graceful. At least Scott was staying upright now.
Okay now would be a good time to explain how exactly this whole thing was set up. In this area there was a smaller version of the yarn maze. Gambit and Kurt we showing the rest of the boys how to move their body in certain ways to get through the cords. It wasn't working out so well if Logan's glarse were any measure. First off- no one but Gambit and Kurt was very flexible. Second- no one could seem to stand on one foot. And third- the boys eyes seemed to keep wandering over to the girls. Especially when suntan lotion was involved.
Gambit offered a hand to Scott, but he refused the assistance. From what I could tell, Gambit was trying to tell him how to balance or something, but I lost interest in that aspect of the show pretty quickly. Instead I settled on comparing him to Scott. Where Scott was buff and handsome, Gambit was lean and sexy. We are talking golden skin, chiseled abs, the whole kit and caboodle. Not to mention the longish auburn hair that dancing around his face as moved. It wasn't fair. Why were all the hot guys in the world either taken or just plain bastards? Maybe because the hot guys that aren't bastards would obviously be able to get girlfriends… I think I can crown myself the queen of stupid questions now.
I sighed and returned to my book, sneaking looks every now and again. I couldn't resist. I should have. At about the fourth or five peek, Gambit met my eyes. He smiled and 'accidentally' tripped Scott with his foot. I didn't even bother to choke back a laugh as he feigned an innocent shrug at Scott who started to yell at him. Gambit backed off , hands up to show no harm. Scott went back to trying to get through the course. Gambit leaned over and pulled one of the strings and boom! Scott was flat on the ground again. I laughed harder.
Gambit smiled for an instant at me before rushing over to 'help' Scott up. At this time I unlatched the window and edged it open. I seriously needed the sound effects to this little bit.
Scott started yelling at Gambit that he was trying to sabotage him…make him look bad…he was up to no good etc etc. Gambit all the time remained calm and collected, not an ounce of guilt ever crossing his face. This time Gambit left Scott alone completely and headed over towards the rest of the kids to aid them. Kurt was the one in the strings when Swampy struck again. Shocked by a possible misjudgment, Kurt ended up caught upside down, tail flying around. I ended up in tears. Gambit winked at me again as Kurt started yelling in German.
"GUMBO! STOP SHOWING OFF FOR ROGUE AND GET BACK TO WORK!" A sudden voice bellowed. Logan whipped around to glare at me next and I hid my book in front my face in shame. Apparently Wolverine noticed our little game at some point. Damn.
"Little sneak!" Kitty cried suddenly understanding the situation. Double Damn. I was flat out busted. I quickly raced to my door to lock it but realized how stupid that was when a tiny brunette girl went right through me.
"I can't believe you Rogue!" she shouted. "Here you are pretending you are too cool to hang out with us and instead sneak off to your little spy window. You try to make us look bad and hold out on us!"
"Yeah, seriously," Amara added, as she entered my room with the rest of the girls, save Jean and Storm. Wonderful. We are having a girl scout meeting in my room. Except that we blow up stuff instead of sell cookies. Which sucks even more. I like cookies.
"Holy cow, could you and Gambit be more into each other?" Jubilee asked.
Yeah, we could start by actually being into each other.
I just rolled my eyes. "We are not into each other. Now get out of my room."
"No way. Not until you spill," Amara demanded in a high pitched voice. I think she has spent more then the recommended dosage of time with Tabby.
"Spill what?"
"Duh! What is up with you and Gambit? Are you two dating or what?" Amara asked.
"What really happened during Mardi Gras?" Jubilee added.
"How do you get around the no touching thing?" Kitty demanded.
Give me Juggernaut. Give me apocalypse. Give me Magneto. Give me Mystique. Dear god give me anyone but these hyper active, question-happy girls! Holy Damn I was going to go crazy.
"I'm not dating Gambit! I don't like Gambit. Gambit doesn't like me! I don't have to worry about not touching him, because I don't want to. I was just reading a book. Now leave before I take you all down and paint the town red with your powers!" I shouted.
Whoops. Perhaps I already passed crazy.
Jubilee and Amara shot me evil looks. Amateurs. Jubilee had to get her last word in, "I know you like him. You were having (I mentally willed as hard as I could for her not to say it but…) window sex with him."
I slapped a hand to my forehead and pointed out the door. Yes I have seen Bring It On with the rest of the students. You really think Kitty has blackmailed me into socializing only once?
Window sex. Somebody shoot me now.
Kitty had followed behind Jubilee and Amara but she wasn't scowling. In fact, smile was plastered on her face as she snuck out the door. A trickle of fear ran down my back.
Dinner was a quiet affair that evening. Well as quiet as it got. Calm conversations filled the atmosphere, but there were a lot more glances than words being passed. I kept my eyes on my food. Logan's glare bore into me. Today's midday's activities apparently didn't help my "I don't like the goddamn stupid bastard Swamp Rat so leave me the hell alone" case. Not good. But still very funny. Somehow watching team leader fall over and over would never get old in my mind. I actually chuckled softly out loud. A low growl made its way to me and I was silent again. I'm no pushover, but sometimes I actually avoid rocking the boat. Seriously- it does happen.
A little while later, a break in someone's conversation allowed me to hear Scott say, "-so yeah, I think I am getting better at balance, I just need to become more flexible."
So much for self-control. I choked on my carrots, body shaking in mirth. 'Better at balance,' my ass. No wait- his ass. You know- where he spent most of his time, ha ha ha. I could barely breath through my silent laughter. Noticing that everyone was staring at me I quickly covered my tracks with a false cough. Unfortunately I caught sight of Gambit as he mimicked pulling a string and everything went to hell. I hurried off, barely getting out an "I'm going to the bathroom" beforehand. In the bathroom I collapsed on the floor laughing. By the time I returned dinner was pretty much over. The professor informed me that after everything was cleaned up he would like to see me in his office.
Was I going to get into trouble for this afternoon? I shouldn't really. Nothing was my fault. I was actually rather worried (Our little secret, mind). I cleaned the table with a frown on my face, not noticing if anyone was still staring at me funny.
In his office, the Professor had me sit down. Mayhaps I was dying. Oh right. There was that morbid sense of humor that creeped everyone out. Whoops.
"Rogue," he started, "Hank and I have created certain devices that may allow us to help you learn out to control your power."
"What kind of devices?" I asked curiously. I don't like the word 'device'. I can't help but picture a large metal helmet connected to loads of electricity.
"We have created a series of collars that suppress mutant powers to a different degree."
Collars? Woof?
"You want to suppress my powers?" I asked. I wasn't sure I liked the sound of this.
"Hank and I have theorized that one of the main hindrances to controlling your own power is the large amount you have of it. The collars will represent different levels of suppression so that you can learn to handle your powers little by little."
Should this sound so much like potty training? I'm a big kid now….
"Will that actually work?" I asked. Hey, sometimes you have to ask the obvious questions.
"We won't know for sure until we try it out. You don't have to try obviously. I know this opportunity has come at a bad time with your new job and all. You have no obligations."
Well that was nice. All I had to do was make this itsy bitsy decision that may affect my entire future. Wonderful.
"Can I think about it Professor? I mean I want to control my powers obviously, but if this doesn't work…I don't want to have gotten my hopes up and used my time for nothing. You understand?"
"Of course Rogue. You just get back to me when you have reached a decision." He said, excusing me. I knew he would. The professor is cool like that.
I went up to my room and started to do my homework. Normally I wouldn't have bothered but since I knew I probably wouldn't get much sleep tonight, I might as well accomplish something. I sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.
Fun conversation with a guy friend of mine today:
Friend:
so does this mean you're deep down romantic?
Me
no
Me
it means remy is hot
Friend
lmfao
Me
and every one wants to hit that
Friend
if you met someone who looked exactly like remy, would you hit on them immediately?
Me
no
Me
God! Looks arn't everything! How shallow can you be?
Friend
lol
Friend
hey, i was just asking
Me
accents, smirks, and the flirtatious I'm a sex god attitude is what really matters
Friend
ah
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