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Chapter 10: Confesion.
Rogue jumped in the passenger's side of the brown pick up truck she and Remy had rented in a small parking lot, two blocks away from the restaurant.
"So, eh, Mr. Scott Summers, can Ah ask how yah got that credit card?" she enquired, while he was closing the driver's door.
"Don't worry chere, he won't miss it; he's got 'bout a dozen of 'em, one more, one less: no big difference. An' I'm sure he'd be glad t' help his faithful team mates". Rogue chuckled, because she had to admit she shared one of the mansion's kids hobbies: to annoy Scott.
"'kay, but yah better give it back to him when we get home".
"I will; just borrowed it" he winked, starting the engine, which roared like an old animal. After fastening their seatbelts, they hit the road, leaving the town behind.
Even though she didn't want to, Rogue's mind went straight back to last night's conversation with Remy; she had to admit to herself that it was really nice: one of those moments that go by very fast, and when they're over, you just want to reproduce them on your head, over and over again.
"What're ya thinkin'?" he suddenly asked.
"Uh, nothin'".
"Nothin'?"
"Nope".
"Ya thinkin' 'bout last night?". Rogue tried to dissimulate her surprise by scoffing at his question:
"On the contrary of what yah might think, yah're not mah biggest concern".
"So ya do remember then?"
"Yeah! Ah wasn't that drunk".
"Dat's true; I've seen worst".
"'Course yah have, Rem… an' that's the problem with yah".
"What do ya mean?"
"Ah mean that… I won't be another one of your drunk flirts; or sober flirts, for the matter".
"Chere, even though we do flirt…"
"Ah don't flirt with yah!"
"Rrrrrrright; de thing's dat dat flirt's become into something way bigger".
"Sure, an' yah prob'bly told the exact same thing to the girl yah met in some club two days ago, an' the other girl the day before that, an', oh yeah, that other girl too, and, gee, the list just goes on an' on, don't it?". Remy swallowed hard before speaking:
"'kay, I do recognize I've made some mistakes…"
"A lot of them" she pointed out.
"Bien, a lot of mistakes…"
"All of them with mini skirts an' big boobs".
"…but I'm really willin' t' leave dat behaviour behind, an' get focused on de only woman I truly care 'bout: ya, Rogue". She stared at him, and then back at the road; did he just said that? Anyway, she told herself she wouldn't fall for his little speech:
"Come on, don't take me for a fool, Swamp rat; Ah know your kind. An' your kind never truly falls for a girl; they just like to make the girl fall for them".
"So, ya're tellin' me dat I can't fall for someone for real?" He said this gravely, which, again, surprised her.
"Don't yah go an' try t' make me feel guilty, 'kay? 'Cause it's not gonna work".
"I'm not! I'm just trying to tell ya de truth, but ya just won't listen; it was yer power before, de excuse t' push me away; what is it now?" She stayed in silence for a few moments before answering. She could have said a lot of things since she had a lot of reasons on mind, but she guessed they all could be resumed in one:
"Fear. Ah guess…"
"Of?"
"Believin' in yah. Probably". She was finally talking about her feelings; this encouraged Remy to go further:
"But… why don't ya try? I mean, I'd never been most honest with anyone".
"Wow, lucky me, then". Remy stared at her and laugh to himself.
"Dieu… dis be hard".
The silence came back to the brown pick up's cabin, with Rogue seeing the road passing by their side: grass and trees, mostly, and a several fat white clouds far away.
"An' we do not flirt" she murmured.
"Oh, come on chere! Ya know we do it all de time".
"Really? For example?"
"Today at de store, ya're sexily changin' yer clothes in front o' me, an' den call me Sugah…".
"In front of yah?! Yah gotta be kiddin' me!..." she protested, crossing her arms over her chest.
"…An' considerin' ya're supossed t' hate poor Remy, callin' him Sugah's a big step".
"Nah, it's not! Ah call Sugah pretty much everybody".
"But ya'd never called me like dat".
"Yeah, Ah had! Twice 'fore that".
"Ah, cherie! So ya counted dem?" he smirked.
"Agggrrr!... Yah really are getting' on mah nerves right now, LeBeau!" she tried to look serious when saying this, but it didn't really come out that way.
"Oui, I'm good at it; an' I kinda like it".
"Why the hell?"
"Dunno… besides de fact dat ya look gorgeous when ya're angry, guess ya really get t' know people when dey're mad, an'… I want t' know more an' more 'bout ya".
"Well, your method sucks" she huffed.
"What should I do den?" she narrowed her eyes at him; "tell me, not to keep messin' it up".
"Don't know, maybe… actually… tellin' me 'bout yahself first, but not like The Remy LeBeau, an' more just like… yah, who yah really are, 'cause sometimes Ah feel like Ah don't really know yah, an' Ah that's just… scary, again".
"So, I just pretty much scare ya?"
"Nah... Ah guess it's safer to be your enemy, than getting' t' trust yah, an' then maybe be betrayed" she explained.
"But ya can't hide from love all de time only 'cause maybe it won't work; 'cause, chere, I'd make it work, I swear".
"Love, uh?"
"Oui… love" he nodded.
"That's funny".
"Quoi?"
"Yah, talkin' 'bout love".
"But Chere!… I do love ya". Each one of these words were like separated shivers running down her spine. Her heart started to beat fast, as she shrieked:
"Yah what?!"
Note: ok, chapter 11 is gonna be that last one, so we're arriving to the big finale (drums). What will happen? Will they live happily ever after, or will Rogue never trust him? Find out soon! But please, drop me a review first! Thanks for reading ;-)