AN/ Edit: I had to re-upload the chapter because the pinty brackets weren't showing up. Sorry if you got a bunch of emails. Okay, I am lazy. So I don't wan to translate the entire French conversation. With that, whenever you see dialogue you see in square brackets: "[text here]" is in French. On with the show!

-Zandra.

Dancing Shoes? Chapter 7: My Mouth is the Size of Texas

Rogue was in her bedroom reading when she heard far too many shrill squeals for her liking. She heaved a sigh and had the foresight to mark her place in her book before a horde of teenage girls burst into the room she shared with Kitty. Three of the said teenage girls latched onto her arms and yanked her from her spot at the window seat. Yep. Definitely gonna be happy for that bookmark later, she though as her book fell to the ground.

"We've made a decision," Kitty announced to her less-than-enthused roommate. "We're taking you shopping!"

"Oh, now, are you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep!" Kitty replied cheerily as Rogue was allowing Amara, Rahne and Jubilee to drag her out of the room. "And then we're going to cut up all your gloves, and then you and me are going to go trolling for boys!"

"Ah already have plans for mah gloves, Kit."

"Hey, guys!" Jean greeted as she came down the hallway toward the gaggle of girls. "The professor thought it was a great idea. We now have a credit card."

"What great idea are ya talkin' about?" Rogue asked skeptically.

"Getting you a whole new wardrobe, of course! Duh," Kitty told her. Rogue made a face.

"What's wrong with mah old clothes?"

"Um, it's almost summer and all your stuff is long sleeved," Amara said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Ah do have those black tank tops Ah usually put mesh over."

"Black? In summer?" Kitty asked her as they were herding her to the garage.

"Hey! There ain't anythin' wrong with black, it just so happens ta be one of mah favorite colors!" Rogue protested. "Just 'cuz ah can show more skin, don't mean Ah'm gonna go changin' mah whole style because o' it!"

"Fine, but you have to get at least some bright colored things!"

"Sure, Kit. But Ah ain't getting' any pink, or baby blue, or yellow, or any o' that crap."

"But you would look so cute in a blue miniskirt and yellow top!" Kitty whined.

"No."

They were all now in Jean's SUV. That is, Kitty, Jubilee, Rahne, Amara, Tabitha, Jean of course, and even Storm.

"How'd they drag you inta all o' this?" Rogue asked Storm.

"Jean wanted some company along that would not, how did she put it? Oh, yes. 'Gush over every cute butt they saw.'" Storm smirked.

"Yeah, Ah could see that," Rogue snorted. The conversation seemed only to be vindicated by a high pitched voice, "Oh my gosh! Look at that guy… He's so cute!" and "Wow, look at his butt!" as they pulled up to the mall.

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Remy LeBeau was not having a good day. In fact, he was highly irritated.

"John!" he shouted as he yanked the pyromaniac back by the collar. "I told y' t' stay out of the smoke shop! We ain't here to get ya another lighter, we're here to replace the stuff you damaged with your others!" Remy then proceeded to drag John to the food court in hopes that he could find some treat to distract the Australian mutant. Really, the man was worse than a little kid. Remy really didn't know why he put up with him.

He was not having a good day. That is, until he had pacified John with an order of spicy Asian noodles. And until he heard a familiar lilting southern accent.

"Come on, guys! Didn't we get enough stuff already? Ah'm tired and Ah wanna go home and finish Mah book."

"Like, no way, Rogue! You still need a swimsuit!" Remy heard his femme's best friend squeal.

He turned to John. "Stay here. As in right at this table, ya hear?" John nodded.

Remy headed off to he part of the food court he heard them from. He smirked. They had obviously been here a while, and his Chere looked tired. So did the redhead and…

"Stormy!" he greeted. "Y' don' call, y' don' write—"

"You don't leave a forwarding address," she quipped. Most of the girls looked baffled at this exchange, but Rogue had both Ororo and Remy in her head. After Storm had left Africa, but before the Professor recruited her, she had been a thief of the New Orleans thieves guild. She had actually been quite close to the LeBeau family, and Rogue knew that it had left a mark on all of them when Storm had simply abandoned them. Remy was a forgiving person, though, and it seemed like everything was right as rain with them.

"Y' still know how t' crack a safe, Stormy?"

"I imagine I'm a bit Rusty, but yes, I do. And don't call me that."

"Sure, Stormy." He grinned at her.

"Storm, like, how do you know Gambit?" Kitty asked what the were all thinking. Well, no, Kitty was the only one thinking that actually. The rest of the girls were thinking how sexy Gambit was outside of battle.

"Oh, we go way back," Remy answered for her.

"Here on business, Remy?" Storm asked. Gambit scowled at that as he thought back to his previously crappy day. "Non, de fire bug decided t' remodel de sittin' room an' kitchen back at de base. Wit' his mutation. Needless t' say, dere are t'ings dat need replacin'."

Rogue choked back a laugh at that—she could just see John, wielding his favorite Zippo (Penelope) and standing in the middle of their living room, making fire people and talking to them as he controlled them to walk up the walls and do the hokey-pokey.

At this point, all the other girls had been distracted by something in one of the shops and had left Storm and Rogue standing with Remy. Storm had noticed the barely concealed laugh, and was about to say something, when across the food court rang—

"SHEILA!"

The three then turned their attention toward the tables in the food court. Pyro had one of the tables in his arms and was hauling it over to the three, oblivious to the fact that he was being stared at.

"John!" Remy sighed in exasperation at his borderline-psychotic friend. "I thought I told y' t' stay over there!" Remy pointed to the spot where the table had been.

"No, ya didn't, mate. Ya told me ta stay at this 'ere table," John said as he pointed to said table.

Remy rubbed his hands over his face and muttered something in French that sounded suspiciously like 'this man will be the death of me' to Rogue. Rogue snickered.

"Realleh, Johnny. Do ya even try to use common sense?"

"Not if I can avoid it, sheila." Storm raised an eyebrow at their familiarity. "Hey, you're one o' the other X-Sheilas…" John got wide-eyed, picked up his table (over his head, I might add) and ran away. Remy looked at him for a long moment. The other girls came back. In lieu of them returning, Rogue thought it best to end the conversation privately.

"[So, I'll see you theme night? And this time, I'll bring PJ's.]" she said to Remy. "[Oh, and you should probably get a lock for you bedroom door. Don't want Mags walking in again… I was clothed last time, but I'm not usually. Don't wanna do that to the poor guy… What are you looking at like that…?]" Rogue turned to follow his gaze to Storm's mildly shocked one. The rest of the girls weren't registering the same look, they knew Rogue knew French… Well, Kitty had an odd look on her face, but when did she not if she was in Rogue's presence?

"[Uh… Chere, yo' do know how I'm connected t' Stormy?]" he asked her when she finally looked back at him.

"Yeah. Why?"

"[T'ink o' where she lived, Chere, who she lived with.]"

Rogue registered this information with an almost audible click in her mind.

"Oh…" she looked back at Storm sheepishly. "Parlez-vous français?" Storm nodded her head and Rogue got a frightened glint in her eyes. How could she be so stupid? It wasn't like her and Remy were the only people in the world who knew the language. Within five sentences she had just put everything she had with the man she loved on the line… By opening her big mouth.

"[It is none of my business," Storm said. "As long as you're not leaking important information to him, I see nothing wrong with it. Oh, and Remy," she turned to him. "Hurt her and I will come after you to shoot thousands of volts of electricity through your body.]"

Remy just smirked at Storm. He turned to everyone else.

"And with that I shall leave y' t' yo' shopping, mademoiselles," He bowed and walked off after Pyro.

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AN/ Sorry this was late, guys, but whatta ya gonna do?

PLEASE please please review. They make me write faster, and the last chapter hardly got any at all

-Zandra