Alright, this is gonna be the last chapter for about two weeks cause I
gotta go up north. I'll finish when I get back, promise! We're finally
gonna be getting into some action.
Evo= Not mine
Rahne had been staring at her feet all evening, coming to two realizations. One, she hated her feet. Her toes were kind of long and the nails on her pinkies were really ugly. The second? She was doomed, utterly and completely doomed. The night was a disaster from the get go. During pictures Ray wouldn't even stand by her, and then at dinner, even though they sat next to each other, he spent more time heckling the curvy waitress with Roberto. This, in itself, was probably a very bad idea, considering the entire restaurant knew they were of the mutant type, and was already giving them slower-then- molasses service. By the time they had gotten to the gymnasium, the young girl figured all hope would be lost. Though she never really had high hopes for the evening to start with. She watched as the other couples dispersed to the various areas of the dance floor, and wondered to herself whether or not this night would hold any positives for her at all. Kitty and Kurt looked normal enough. Kurt seemed to have a nervous feel about him however, which Rahne could pick up on easily. Roberto was being dragged away by Tabitha, a bit astonished at the girls domineering attitude. Sam and Amara were already engaged in a dance not to far from where Rahne stood, arms crossed about her, waiting for Ray to ask her on the floor. Jubilee sat nearby on a chair, rolling her eyes in disgust that she brought an 8th grader. Jamie glowed ear to ear at being at a high school dance, and tried to make himself look "cool" by hanging out at the punch table. Rahne sighed lightly and stepped over, grabbing herself a cup. "Come on! This is a great song!" A firm hand grabbed at her wrist as a 70's dance beat hit the speakers. Rahne dropped her cup and followed Ray's lead to the floor. But then, he stopped. "Whoa. Bobby was right!" Bobby Drake had just entered the gymnasium with a tall, tanned blonde at his right arm. "She's a fox!"
~*~
Of all the students from the institute, Rogue and Remy were the very last to arrive at the dance, sneaking in well after the fifth song had ended. After a picnic on the grounds, Rogue felt a bit more refreshed, yet still the weariness within her remained. Remy had offered to grab her some bourbon from the staff stash, but she had respectfully declined. She began to notice all the pairs of eyes that fell on the couple. Staring, questioning, wondering. Rogue realized that most of the attention was probably meant for Gambit, the tall, attractive, yet unusual looking man at her side. That little voice inside her made her want to make all those girls jealous, get back at them for all their snide and uncalled for comments over the years. But she couldn't, she couldn't touch him, so a spontaneous kiss would definitely be out of the question. "Need to take a breatha chere?" He squeezed her hand tightly and met her eyes with his. She took a seat beside him off to the side and noticed two blondes staring at her with looks of utter disgust. Rogue rolled her eyes. Remy sat down beside her. Her head spun, throbbing with a pain between her temples, a low, dull pain that made her want to clench close her eyes to make it escape. to sleep. But no, she couldn't sleep, she couldn't let Remy down. He'd done so much for her to be here, and she didn't want to be ungrateful. but her immune system was having other ideas. Sometimes is crossed her mind as to why he was being so kind to her. Was it pity? Love? Well, for one thing, Rogue certainly hoped it wasn't the latter. Loving was something she could never feel right with, and as long as no one loved her, she would have no problem convincing herself of her disdain for the opposite sex. Not that she hated Remy. She hardly knew the real Gambit, but likewise he didn't know much of her past either. But for some reason he took care of her, seeing no problem in sacrificing a little of his time, and bedroom, to the young patient. And this is what puzzled Rogue the most.
She swayed to her feet and began her trek to the floor as a tall blonde swished her way towards the chairs, parting a path through the dancers in her way. Boys turned from their dates and stared, and a confident smile showed that this woman loved the attention. "Remy LeBeau." her low and sultry voice addressed Rogue's dance partner. She looked up into Remy's eyes and found that his were already wide and transfixed on the elegant blonde. Only one word escaped his lips. "Bella."
Evo= Not mine
Rahne had been staring at her feet all evening, coming to two realizations. One, she hated her feet. Her toes were kind of long and the nails on her pinkies were really ugly. The second? She was doomed, utterly and completely doomed. The night was a disaster from the get go. During pictures Ray wouldn't even stand by her, and then at dinner, even though they sat next to each other, he spent more time heckling the curvy waitress with Roberto. This, in itself, was probably a very bad idea, considering the entire restaurant knew they were of the mutant type, and was already giving them slower-then- molasses service. By the time they had gotten to the gymnasium, the young girl figured all hope would be lost. Though she never really had high hopes for the evening to start with. She watched as the other couples dispersed to the various areas of the dance floor, and wondered to herself whether or not this night would hold any positives for her at all. Kitty and Kurt looked normal enough. Kurt seemed to have a nervous feel about him however, which Rahne could pick up on easily. Roberto was being dragged away by Tabitha, a bit astonished at the girls domineering attitude. Sam and Amara were already engaged in a dance not to far from where Rahne stood, arms crossed about her, waiting for Ray to ask her on the floor. Jubilee sat nearby on a chair, rolling her eyes in disgust that she brought an 8th grader. Jamie glowed ear to ear at being at a high school dance, and tried to make himself look "cool" by hanging out at the punch table. Rahne sighed lightly and stepped over, grabbing herself a cup. "Come on! This is a great song!" A firm hand grabbed at her wrist as a 70's dance beat hit the speakers. Rahne dropped her cup and followed Ray's lead to the floor. But then, he stopped. "Whoa. Bobby was right!" Bobby Drake had just entered the gymnasium with a tall, tanned blonde at his right arm. "She's a fox!"
~*~
Of all the students from the institute, Rogue and Remy were the very last to arrive at the dance, sneaking in well after the fifth song had ended. After a picnic on the grounds, Rogue felt a bit more refreshed, yet still the weariness within her remained. Remy had offered to grab her some bourbon from the staff stash, but she had respectfully declined. She began to notice all the pairs of eyes that fell on the couple. Staring, questioning, wondering. Rogue realized that most of the attention was probably meant for Gambit, the tall, attractive, yet unusual looking man at her side. That little voice inside her made her want to make all those girls jealous, get back at them for all their snide and uncalled for comments over the years. But she couldn't, she couldn't touch him, so a spontaneous kiss would definitely be out of the question. "Need to take a breatha chere?" He squeezed her hand tightly and met her eyes with his. She took a seat beside him off to the side and noticed two blondes staring at her with looks of utter disgust. Rogue rolled her eyes. Remy sat down beside her. Her head spun, throbbing with a pain between her temples, a low, dull pain that made her want to clench close her eyes to make it escape. to sleep. But no, she couldn't sleep, she couldn't let Remy down. He'd done so much for her to be here, and she didn't want to be ungrateful. but her immune system was having other ideas. Sometimes is crossed her mind as to why he was being so kind to her. Was it pity? Love? Well, for one thing, Rogue certainly hoped it wasn't the latter. Loving was something she could never feel right with, and as long as no one loved her, she would have no problem convincing herself of her disdain for the opposite sex. Not that she hated Remy. She hardly knew the real Gambit, but likewise he didn't know much of her past either. But for some reason he took care of her, seeing no problem in sacrificing a little of his time, and bedroom, to the young patient. And this is what puzzled Rogue the most.
She swayed to her feet and began her trek to the floor as a tall blonde swished her way towards the chairs, parting a path through the dancers in her way. Boys turned from their dates and stared, and a confident smile showed that this woman loved the attention. "Remy LeBeau." her low and sultry voice addressed Rogue's dance partner. She looked up into Remy's eyes and found that his were already wide and transfixed on the elegant blonde. Only one word escaped his lips. "Bella."