***Disclaimer: i don't own the x-men, bub***
Author's Note: as always, no flames, but you're welcome to praise my work! hahahaha. enjoy!
Le Diablo Blanc (Part IV)
For the next few days, Rogue walked around the mansion like...well, like a girl who was nervous
and excited at the same time about the possibility that she might see her crush at every turn. It
wasn't easy living with Remy. He was too charming, too smooth. She felt as though she had to watch
herself all the time so that she wouldn't say or do anything stupid in front of him.
That morning, she woke up, dazed and bleary-eyed, in her flannel oreo-print pajamas. She washed
her face, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and went down to the kitchen for some breakfast.
It was nearly 10 am, and she expected the kitchen to be full of the usual noise that went with living
in a mansion inhabited by dozens of people, but instead, it was empty. Well, not entirely empty. Remy
was there, reading the paper and shovelling milk and Lucky Charms into his mouth. He glanced at Rogue as
she entered, and smiled. "Hey, Roguey! Like your pj's..."
"Don't call me that. And yeah, I like 'em too." She sat down across from him and grabbed the
cereal box. "So where is everyone, Remy? I would think they'd all be up by now, eating breakfast or
practicing in the Danger Room, in Scott's case."
"Went on a mission...some mutants, dey makin' a scene out in lower Manhattan, attackin' humans
an' all." He said this as if he was commenting on the weather.
"What?! Where is the Professor? He didn't go with them did he? I can't believe they left me behind!"
She started to get up, but Remy pulled her back down with an amused expression on his face.
"Whoa, whoa, sit down, Roguey. De Professor ain't here, but not because he went wit' dem. He's
got some sorta conference at de U.N. And dey left you cuz dey didn't wanna wake you."
"Oh, that's rich! Because they didn't want to wake me...hah! Dammit." She pouted for a minute,
then brightened. "Hey, we've pretty much got the mansion to ourselves. The other kids went on that
field trip with Storm, remember? It's cool being the oldest kids...So what do you want to do?"
"Uhm...watch TV?"
She would've choked on her cereal if there had been any in her mouth at the moment. "Watch TV?
That's the absolute lamest thing I've ever heard. C'mon, this place has UNLIMITED technology and 3
sublevels! Plus a hangar! Oh...Oh...I have an idea..."
"What? WHAT?" Remy looked curious and wary at the same time.
"Let's...take...one of the minijets...for a SPIN!" She finished triumphantly.
"ARE YOU KIDDING?? De Prof would kill ya, Cyke would kill ya, Stormy would kill ya...heck, they
may not even HAVE to, you'll prob'ly kill yourself, and me with you."
"So does that mean you're game?"
"Ohhhh yeah!"
***
Author's Note: Okay okay okay, I will end this very soon. It's getting quite pointless. Stay tuned
for the adventure of the teenage Rogue and Gambit flying a minijet without permission.
Author's Note: as always, no flames, but you're welcome to praise my work! hahahaha. enjoy!
Le Diablo Blanc (Part IV)
For the next few days, Rogue walked around the mansion like...well, like a girl who was nervous
and excited at the same time about the possibility that she might see her crush at every turn. It
wasn't easy living with Remy. He was too charming, too smooth. She felt as though she had to watch
herself all the time so that she wouldn't say or do anything stupid in front of him.
That morning, she woke up, dazed and bleary-eyed, in her flannel oreo-print pajamas. She washed
her face, pulled her hair back into a ponytail, and went down to the kitchen for some breakfast.
It was nearly 10 am, and she expected the kitchen to be full of the usual noise that went with living
in a mansion inhabited by dozens of people, but instead, it was empty. Well, not entirely empty. Remy
was there, reading the paper and shovelling milk and Lucky Charms into his mouth. He glanced at Rogue as
she entered, and smiled. "Hey, Roguey! Like your pj's..."
"Don't call me that. And yeah, I like 'em too." She sat down across from him and grabbed the
cereal box. "So where is everyone, Remy? I would think they'd all be up by now, eating breakfast or
practicing in the Danger Room, in Scott's case."
"Went on a mission...some mutants, dey makin' a scene out in lower Manhattan, attackin' humans
an' all." He said this as if he was commenting on the weather.
"What?! Where is the Professor? He didn't go with them did he? I can't believe they left me behind!"
She started to get up, but Remy pulled her back down with an amused expression on his face.
"Whoa, whoa, sit down, Roguey. De Professor ain't here, but not because he went wit' dem. He's
got some sorta conference at de U.N. And dey left you cuz dey didn't wanna wake you."
"Oh, that's rich! Because they didn't want to wake me...hah! Dammit." She pouted for a minute,
then brightened. "Hey, we've pretty much got the mansion to ourselves. The other kids went on that
field trip with Storm, remember? It's cool being the oldest kids...So what do you want to do?"
"Uhm...watch TV?"
She would've choked on her cereal if there had been any in her mouth at the moment. "Watch TV?
That's the absolute lamest thing I've ever heard. C'mon, this place has UNLIMITED technology and 3
sublevels! Plus a hangar! Oh...Oh...I have an idea..."
"What? WHAT?" Remy looked curious and wary at the same time.
"Let's...take...one of the minijets...for a SPIN!" She finished triumphantly.
"ARE YOU KIDDING?? De Prof would kill ya, Cyke would kill ya, Stormy would kill ya...heck, they
may not even HAVE to, you'll prob'ly kill yourself, and me with you."
"So does that mean you're game?"
"Ohhhh yeah!"
***
Author's Note: Okay okay okay, I will end this very soon. It's getting quite pointless. Stay tuned
for the adventure of the teenage Rogue and Gambit flying a minijet without permission.