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Entry number four:

Well, it's been a week and Rogue and I have yet to talk. I mean, we share words now and then, as you would expect from someone you share a room with. But nothing substantial.

Frankly, I don't think she gives a rats ass that she ticked me off.

Either way, I'm pretty proud of myself for holding out this long. I'm usually always the one who breaks the ice, post fight. I hate silence- I know, this is a shock- I also enjoy life much better when people are just getting along. So I'll just swallow my pride and go apologize.

But not this time. No way Jose.

She is getting the royal silent treatment from me, whether she cares about it or not. All I'm askin' is for a little respect. Just a little bit.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T.

And I shall remain silent until I get some.

I see the flaw in my plan guys, I'm self aware. I know Rogue is likely enjoying the Kitty radio silence.

Anyways, with the absence of my bestie to talk to, and my boyfriend somewhat pre-occupied with a big project at this art studio he's yet to take me to, you can imagine that I had some pent-up talking... energy.

Like a can of Pepsi that's been shaken up for a week. I needed someone to crack me open to release all that pressure.

So I was actually happy to see Remy sitting in my seat when I showed up in the cafeteria at school today. I sat down across from him and dropped my bag on the ground next to me,

"Houdini strikes again, hmm?"

He gave me a smile and pulled his sunglasses off, "I thought you might miss me."

"I know you're joking, but you're actually kind of right. A little bit. In a way." I explained as I pulled my lunch out of my bag. "Rogue and I haven't talked in a week, so I'm kind of going through talk-withdrawl."

"Uh oh. What'd you do this time?"

"She's being a mega jerk. I mean sure, I might have overreacted-"

"You? Never." He interjected with a smirk.

"-But I was totally justified in being ticked."

"Okay, I'll bite. What did she say?" He leaned back in the chair, watching while I arranged my lunch in front of me.

"It doesn't matter what she said. It's how she said it." I pouted, "She acts like she's this perfect entity, gracing the rest of us with her presence. I'm sick of being her hamster."

Remy furrowed his brow, clearly confused. I can't say I blame him.

"I'm amusing to her, and that's basically the only reason why she keeps me around." I explained, sensing his confusion over the whole hamster thing.

"You know that's not true. She doesn't have enough patience for that to be true." Remy shook his head.

I considered his reasoning for a moment before nodding reluctantly, "Yeah I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right." He snorted, "I'm always right."

I ignored his pompous remark and gave him half of my chicken salad sandwich, "You know I gotta say, your dad must not be paying you very well for this mystery job, if you have to continually mooch food off of me."

Remy took the half with a frown, "This is all I get? Half a sandwich?"

"Seriously?!" I frowned back at him before tossing him my bag of baby carrots, "Get a real job, Remy."

"No drink?" His eyebrows perked up expectantly.

"Don't feed the stray dog Kitty, you'll never get rid of him..." I let out a deep sigh and slid my bottled water closer to him. "And if you bitch at me about cooties, I will kick you. And I will not miss."

He smirked, grabbing my water and taking a big swig, "Thanks minette."

"Yeah, yeah." I muttered. I guess I'm just a sucker for those big red and black puppy dog eyes.

"You still haven't told me what your fight was about." He pointed out, taking a slightly too-big bite of his half of the sandwich.

"Just dumb relationship stuff. She likes pushing my buttons when she's unhappy. Misery enjoys company and all that crap, right?" I sighed as I picked at my sandwich, "So she tells me I'm Michelangelo when I'm clearly Donatello, and then starts telling me that I'm boring and that I'm uninspiring and Pete's art sucks because of me."

"That's a lot to take in." Remy shook his head, clearly regretting his decision to bring the topic up.

"And then she tells me that I've got some type of Disney Princess delusion and that Pete is capable of being a jerk, just because I told her she's got terrible taste in guys."

Remy knit his brow and sat up a little straighter, "Hey!"

"She's attracted to ass holes. Sorry, but it's true." I took a bite of my sandwich to make sure I kept a straight face, "You. Magneto..."

"Aw come on." Remy grimaced, "That's not cool."

"It's true though. Am I right?" I asked with my eyebrows raised into my hairline. He couldn't argue with me. Rogue was totally smitten with him when she thought he was Joesph.

Remy sucked in a breath and his frown deepened, "You just had to go there didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did. Because it proves my point."

"You know she pokes at weak spots in others when she's pissed about something. Don't get all bitchy about it, minette."

I gave him a flat look in response because he just told me not to get bitchy in response to bitchiness. Come on Remy.

"Well, you're lucky she didn't just ditch you on the side of the road after that comment." He muttered, taking another bite of sandwich, "You might want to think about getting your license back."

"I have my license." I said with a little bit more attitude then necessary, "I don't have insurance."

"Well whatever." Remy shot back with attitude, "My suggestion is to talk to the Professor about gettin' that shit fixed. Because I guarantee you that one of these days, you're going to piss her off to the point that she's just going to leave for school without you. Then what are you gunna do, ask Kurt to teleport you here?" He asked with a snort.

I had thought about it, but I'm pretty sure he can't teleport this far yet. It's my plan B, okay?

"I don't know why they took me off the insurance to begin with." I frowned, taking a bite of my sandwich, "I mean, you ding the wrong guys door and suddenly you're a high risk driver."

Remy rolled his eyes, "You honestly don't know? You're the so-called genius, and you don't know?"

"I'm not a so-called genius. And I'm also not a bad driver, I'm an assertive driver."

"You drove at me in reverse with your eyes closed." Remy said flatly.

"Yeah." I gave him a single nod, "And I didn't hit you, did I?"

Remy worked the muscles in his jaw and took a drink of my water, and I could tell I was pushing my luck.

"You almost killed me."

I smirked, clearly deciding to live on the edge, "To be fair, you said the same thing about the flu shot you refused to get last year, so..."

He sucked in a breath and pursed his lips, "If if they get an air bubble into your vein you will die. I'm not making this shit up."

"Still thinking about getting that earring?" The corner of my mouth tugged up and I couldn't help myself, "You don't have to worry about air bubbles with the earring gun-"

"Jesus, they use a gun?"

"Well, yeah. What did you think, they actually use a needle?"

"I don't know, I never really thought about it before..." He furrowed his brow thoughtfully, obviously taking this new bit of information into consideration.

"I mean really, the gun is faster than a needle would be, right? Like, wham bam, thank you ma'am."

Remy sneered at me, even though I'm not entirely sure why he had a problem with my comparison. I mean, I'm sure he's wham bammed his share of ma'ams... so it's not like he should be offended.

He tugged his ear and frowned, "It's only one ear. It can't hurt that much."

"Yeah, about that. You really should get both done." I shook my head, "One earring is incredibly lame. Two; less lame."

"Right, like I'm going to trust your judgment on this one." He rolled his eyes and chomped down on a baby carrot.

He seriously should trust my judgment on this one.

George Michael called, he wants his earring back.

Vanilla Ice called, he wants his earring back.

New Kids On The Block called, they want their earrings back.

See?

"If you really wanted to be badass, you'd get a tattoo." I said with a smile, knowing oh-so-well that if the guy couldn't handle getting both ears pierced, there's no way in hell he could stand being pierced repetitively. I don't know first hand, but I've been told it feels like being burned by a cigarette. "I mean, if you really wanted to look like Adam Levine.-"

"I don't want to look like Adam Levine."

"-You'd totally get a tattoo. Just don't get one of those stupid tribal things. Or any Chinese symbol."

"They're pretty permanent. I can take an earring out whenever I want. Tattoos are there. Forever. Marring my perfect body. Forever."

"I hate to break it to you, Rems but you're not going to have a perfect body forever." I snorted.

He knit his brow, "Did you just call me Rems?"

"Besides, if you get something you really like, you could really like it forever." I nodded, ignoring him questioning my choice of nickname, "Like a butterfly. Or a heart or something. Or a dragonfly! Totally..."

He furrowed his brow at me and cocked his head, "Sounds like you've been giving this some thought."

"Me?" I scoffed, "No way. Too permanent. I'd hate to mar my perfect body like that."

Remy chuckled, "Perfect-" He stopped before he could further laugh at my comment. The smile disappeared from his face, he scooped his sunglasses up and popped them back on his face, "I gotta go. See ya, minette."

"...Wait, what?" I furrowed my brow, watching him jump to his feet and swiftly disappear into crowd of students bustling about.

I rolled my eyes, muttering to myself about how freakin' weird that guy is. I mean seriously, he's about as moody as a bi-polar chick with PMS. I took another bite of my sandwich, and was about to take the rest of the half that Remy had left behind back from the other side of the table, when Rogue came to a stop behind Remy's empty seat.

She furrowed her brow, looking at the table which clearly shows that I had not been dining alone.

"Who were you eating with?"

"Huh?" I blinked, wracking my brain for a non-moronic response. I'm not sure why Remy is opposed to Rogue right now, but I know that I'd rather not piss him off. Honestly, I kind of like hanging out with him. Sometimes. And I'm sure he wouldn't want to stop by for lunch if Rogue knew he was around. So I furrowed my brow at Rogue and shook my head, "Nobody."

She squinted, "I saw you sitting with a guy." she gestured to my food, "And you're clearly sharing your lunch."

I snorted, "No, I eat like this when I'm alone." I explained, taking the sandwich from where Remy was sitting and biting into it. "It makes it look like I'm not alone. You know? Less pathetic."

"Right. Less pathetic..." Rogue rolled her eyes before pulling the chair out and sitting down.

"Wait, why are you here?" I frowned.

"I had a test," She shrugged, popping a baby carrot into her mouth, "I finished early and got to leave."

"No. I mean here." I leaned forward, "You can't just waltz up and sit down and strike up a conversation as if everything is totally fine."

Rogue let out a breath and crossed her arms, "Alright, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said you and Pete were boring. I mean, you are by my standards. But that's okay, you know? And you're not stealing Pete's inspiration." Her eyes fell to the table between us and she knit her brow, "I don't know, Kit. Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm just..." She shook her head and let out a breath, "I don't know."

"And?" I raised an eyebrow expectantly, ignoring her partial admission that she is in fact jealous of me. This isn't news to me guys, and I'm not going to make her feel bad about it.

"And... you're not Michelangelo." She rolled her eyes, "Even though you are..." She mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear.

I pursed my lips and leaned back with an eye roll, "Fine, whatever."

"I have some juicy gossip for you." Rogue smirked, "But I mean... Donatello wouldn't want to hear gossip. He's too sensitive, you know?"

I narrowed my eyes, "I'm sensitive. I have no desire to hear your gossip."

"Your eye is twitching."

I clenched my jaw and sighed, "Alright, fine. Tell me your stupid gossip."

She leaned forward in her seat as if someone we knew would be listening, "You don't know anything. You hear me?"

"Of course."

"Kurt is going to propose to Amanda."

My eyes widened and I sucked in a deep breath. "Seriously?!"

"Yeah. Seriously. He asked me to borrow some money to buy a ring."

I furrowed my brow, "Seriously...?"

"Yeah." Rogue nodded, "I don't think he's all that great with planning."

"Y'think?!" I snorted, "He can't even afford a ring? Where are they going to live? How's he going to support her?"

"I think he's hoping to follow Scott's footsteps, and get the Professor to build him a house." Rogue raised an eyebrow, "Let's just hope he doesn't try to get Amanda pregnant first."

Yeah, it was mean. But come on... it's pretty funny. Admit it, you laughed.

"So did you give him the money?" I frowned, "You know you're not getting that money back."

"Are you kidding me? Hell no, I didn't lend him shit. If he wants make a stupid ass mistake, he can sell his XBox." Rogue shook her head, "He wants to propose at a Knicks game. I don't think he realizes that you actually have to pay to get into a Knicks game."

I shook my head, "What's he going to do, slip the Knicks a ten and get them to help him propose?"

"Exactly." Rogue snorted, "I love the guy, but he's such an idiot sometimes."

"Did he say why exactly he's planning on popping the question?" I asked, because frankly, there is a possibility that he's already following fairly closely in Scott's footsteps. If you catch my drift.

"She's going away for school, he wants to lock it down before she meets someone else." Rogue ate another baby carrot and shook her head, "I mean, I get his reasoning. It's actually kind of smart. Long distance relationships are tough, you know? Plus, Kurt is no Adam Levine."

That girl and Adam Levine... I swear. It's getting weird Rogue. It's definitely getting weird.

"I guess." I sighed. I don't think it's smart at all. I think it's stupid. Very very stupid. "Have they even talked about getting married before? I didn't realize things were that serious..."

Rogue raised an eyebrow, "Do you think that if they'd talked about it, he'd be proposing at a Knicks game?"

I smiled, "Good point. No woman in her right mind would want to be put on the spot like that. On the Jumbotron? With millions of people watching?"

"So cliche." Rogue nodded in agreement, "If I ever get engaged, I'd want it to be intimate, you know?"

"Like... say, at a friends wedding reception? When you're both hammered?" I grinned.

She pressed her lips into a thin, unamused smile. "Yes. Exactly like that."

"I don't know," I said with a slightly dreamy sigh. I can't help myself. Weddings kind of make me dreamy. Unless we're referring to my mother's wedding to Keith, in which case, substitute 'dreamy' with 'barfy'. "I just want to be surprised. Not with a Jumbotron, but something... creative. Planned out. Like a treasure hunt or something."

"A treasure hunt?" Rogue grimaced, "Seriously.

"Totally! Oooh! Like with elaborate clues, all throughout the city, and then when I get to the last clue, there are rose petals everywhere and doves and like... a string quartet..."

"Yeah, that's a lot better than the Jumbotron." Rogue muttered.

"It's definitely a lot better than, 'Ev'ry rose has its t'orn, baby. Remy wants to marry de cow'." I reminded her of Remy's drunken proposal once again. Because let's face it guys, it was pretty damn funny.

"That was a terrible accent, Kitty. He doesn't sound like the crab from the Little Mermaid." Rogue commented drily.

"He does a little bit, don't you think?"

Rogue sighed, "It's been too long, I don't remember what his stupid accent sound like anymore."

I pursed my lips and blinked at her.

"Don't look at me like that." She snapped, "It's just been a while since I've seen him, alright. Like, weeks. But it's not like I want to hear his stupid accent. I'm happy he hasn't been hanging around like a freeloader, stealing our food and shit."

He's been hanging around me like a freeloader, stealing my food. She just doesn't know it.

"Not happy he's not around." She went on, sensing my doubt in her former statement, "I just... it's good. You know? It's good that we don't have to see one another every (effing) day. We needed a break. I think we were one good insult away from trying to murder one another."

I nodded, "Sure, I get that."

"And I'm happy to not have to worry about what kind of trouble he's gotten himself into, or what type of ditch his lifeless body is lying in..."

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that she's totally worried about him. I mean, it's either that or she actually saw him sitting with me and is trying to guilt me into spilling the beans. However, based on the fact that Rogue has a terrible poker face, I think it's fairly safe to say that she most certainly did not see Remy sitting with me, and is genuinely worried. In an incredibly passive way.

Herein lies my dilemma; do I risk pissing Remy off and tell Rogue that she has nothing to worry about? Or do I keep my mouth shut and let the chips fall where they may?

I pressed my lips together and cleared my throat, "Yeah. And I mean... you could always call him if you ever did get worried..."

"Are you kidding me?" Rogue sneered, "All that would get me is an earful of bitching. He'd accuse me of dressing like a whore and butting into his own personal business, and then hang up on me. And then, I'd definitely have to murder him."

"Well at least you would know he wasn't dead in a ditch. Unless you put him there." I said with a hopeful grin.

Rogue did not find it amusing.

I hate to sound so lowbrow, but that girl needs to get some action.

She is way too uptight.

Oh brother, I'm starting to sound like him. Two lunches in two weeks and he's already starting to rub off on me...