Here we are, another chapter. Forgive the wait if you can, I have been a bit busy lately. Lots of homework and LOTS of tests. It's a pain. Again, sorry for the wait. Here we go.

Cally stood in front of Lance, one hand planted firmly on her hip while Lance stared at her blankly. "LANCE!" she yelled in his face. His eyes lost their glazed expression and he focused on Cally.

"What, what?" Lance asked, jumping slightly.

"Could you stop staring at my ass and help me?" Cally demanded. Lance smirked and shrugged, leading her back to his toolbox.

"You might wanna start by looking at the engine. Anything specific you wanted to look at?" Lance asked with a completely straight face, but then thought about it and how wrong it really sounded.

"Nope," Cally replied. "Just wanted to work on the jeep for a little while." She had completely ignored how wrong his statement had really sounded. It was just somewhere she really wasn't planning on going in this conversation. She walked to the front of the jeep, propping up the hood as soon as she got there. "So, where do I start?"

Lance was right behind her, a hand resting gently on her side. "Well…" he began, then started going on about fixing engines, while Cally actually started working on his jeep's engine.

Remy stared at the window. Although the curtains were drawn, he was still picturing Cally and Lance flirting around his jeep. Remy sighed heavily. Pietro turned and looked at him. "A little down there, Remy?" he asked with a slight smile. "Somebody's heartsick," Pietro gloated. Remy picked a card out of his coat, charging it between his forefinger and middle finger. He threw it directly at Pietro, but he ran way to quick to be caught by one of Gambit's cards. The card hit the wall, leaving a fair hole in the wall, but it didn't go through to the outside. Pietro appeared behind Remy's chair. "Oo, touchy, touchy. Somebody isn't so much fun today. Getting jealous of Lance, are we?" Remy clenched his fists and resisted the urge to punch the speedy mutant.

Remy stood up, walked up the stairs, and walked into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Damn, he thought, punching the wall with the side of his fist. He had been trying to hide his feelings for Cally, not put them out in the open. God damn this! I hate feelings! The guys in the house know, so either Cally or Lance has to know. Or both of them know! If Lance knew, he'd probably kick my ass, and if Cally knows, then she either isn't interested, or she's going to dump Lance. But she would never do that. OH DAMN THIS ALL TO HELL! Remy yelled in his own head.

Cally leaned gently against the door of the jeep, Lance kissing her gently, both hands resting gently on her hips. He couldn't keep his hands off her and he wasn't going to try. She was his girlfriend, he had earned the right. And she definitely didn't seem to be complaining. She was kissing him back just as sweetly as he was kissing her.

Remy sat on his bed, holding his head in his hands. Damn. What the hell am I going to do? I basically love her and I can't do anything about it! God damn this. I don't even know what to do anymore! But that damn 80s wannabe is always in my way. Always, always. Ugh. This is such bullshit! Remy clenched his long fingers, digging the tips of them into the side of his head. He knew he had a problem. The only problem with it was that he didn't know how to fix this one.

Ah, yes. I am cruel and I'm going to leave it there, just because I can.