Girl Talk Chpt.10

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Rogue had snatched Kitty out of bed early this morning dragging her to Bayville Mall for a girl talk. Her conversation with her ex still sharp in her mind. She let Kitty weave in and out of fashionable stores before dragging her into Yarnes and Nobles, a bookstore, for some coffee and privacy.

"Is there like something you want to like talk about?" Kitty said seriously not even touching the chai latte before her.

Rogue sighed before straightening her back, "I wanted ta ask ya advice …"

"Is this about Pete or about Remy?" Kitty asked rotating her spoon counter clockwise to cool her drink.

"Remy," Rogue looked into Kitty's eyes, "I thank he loves me. He told me te other day that the only reason he didn't marry Bella was because of me. Do you think he's lying ta me again? Or not?"

Kitty took a sip before answering, "While you were gone he was different. Something about him just wasn't right like he died in a way. I think he still totally has the hots for you and I think he really does care about you and like I mean more than for your looks, but I don't know if this care is enough for you. I… I don't want to see you hurt again." Kitty turned her head away with watering eyes.

"I aint mad at you no more Kitty. We talked bout this."

"I know it's just that after Lance left me after I got pregnant I finally realized what it was like to be betrayed. I didn't think it was a big deal at the time. I figured you would just get over it, but over time I have come to see things differently because I felt how you felt. Like I was in your shoes and I never want to be hurt like that again. I don't deserve your forgiveness."

The girls sat in silence for a while before Kitty wiped her eyes and smiled, "So like anyway how do you feel about what Remy told you?"

Glad for the change of subject, "I didn't feel no different. He's an engaged man. He really hasn't proved he loves me."

"And like what if he proves that he does love you? Then what?"

"I don't know. I still have feelings for Remy, but I also love Pete."

"My advice is to like make the choice that's best for you. Who can you like picture the rest of your life with and FYI whenever you do get married I have say on bridesmaid's dresses."

"Yeah that'll happen." Rogue rolled her eyes before finishing her coffee in one gulp.

"Don't count your chickens."

"I wont."

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Gambit had finished making love to Bella hours ago. Well not love, but they were doing it. Did it. And now he lay on his bed bored the afterglow long gone. His mind on Rogue. She had a point. How could he vow his love to her whilst still being with Bella?

Looking at the sleeping woman he tried to decide what to do. A part of his mind he swiftly decided to dump Bella as fast as possible, then chace after Rogue till she gave in. He could be rather persistent given the occasion. Yet, he didn't listen to that voice.

He listened to the rational part of him that said keep Bella around just in case. And Bella would never refuse him, no matter how many times he hurt her. No matter how many times he slept with anyone, pilfered, or killed she would be there like a blonde safety blanket.

Tired of wasting sunlight he rose from the bed and dressed. Maybe if he asked a female's advice then he might know what to do.

"Jean?" Gambit asked her. The red head was busy cooking in the kitchen.

"Yes Gambit?" she asked trained on her split pea soup.

"Can I ask your advice?"he asked taking a seat at the table.

"Certainly." She gave him a quick smile before returning to the pot, "Is this about Rogue?"

"Yes'm." he agreed.

"Be a man."

"What kind of advice is that?"

Pulling the white pepper out of a cabinet she replied, "Do you know the difference between a boy and a man," she didn't wait for a reply, "A boy is told what to do and a man chooses his own path."

"Yer loosin me sweetheart." he told her placing his feet on the table.

Rolling her eyes, "Do you know why Rogue isn't in your arms besides the fact that you broke her heart?"

"Pete." he growled.

"Incorrect," she swatted his feet off the table with a dish towel, "She's not in your arms because you haven't done anything to get her there. It's easy sitting around feeling sorry for yourself. Maybe if you used some of that extra energy that you use keeping the whole mansion up all night with Bella on seducing Rogue she probably would be with you again."

"I keep yall up all night?" he smiled earning a disapproving look.

"Gambit look you're great at many things. Being handsome, basketball, Cajun cuisine, poker, pool, hot wiring a car, drinking, flirting, driving …"

"Thanks."

"But with relationships you're just about as apt as an oompalumpa trying to score on Shaq on the basketball court."

No longer smiling, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're afraid of commitment. Afraid of losing control. I noticed Bella will easily bend over for you in more ways than one without you even doing anything."

"What's wrong wit that?" Gambit asked defensively.

Taking a quick taste of the soup she began to add a touch of kosher salt, "You tell me. You're the one who wants to be with Rogue. My theory is that life with Rogue is very different than with your fiancé. I bet Rogue doesn't leave the cookie jar opened for you much."

"More like she locked it in a double titanium safe with an army of short Logans guarding it." He huffed.

"Gambit this is not going to be easy. Personally I hope Rogue never takes you back. It's the least of what you deserve. She could had killed herself she was so devastated!"

"It's comforting to know you care Jean."

"You're welcome Remy." She said just as scathingly. Gambit glared at her for a little while before giving up. He would not win arguing that point.

"But what should I do Jean? I don't even understand why I love her."

"Maybe you love her because she's different. Nowhere near the classic southern belles you've read about in literature."

"But that still doesn't explain what I should do?" he said exasperatedly.

"Maybe you should do the opposite of what you're doing now. Since it is apparent to all of us that the angle you're working isn't helping your present situation."

"Then maybe I'll just do that." he said rising from the table. Jean could only hope Rogue wouldn't kill him after he does whatever he's about to do. It's never a good sign when he has that mischievous glint in his eye."

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