Yeah, I've come to the relization to the fact that I have some sort of obsesssion over Rogue throwing crap at Remy. I think it's funny as all get outs. Oh, I like random conversations. Please please please PLEASE REVIEW! The reviews are making me feel better.

Remy couldn't sleep all night. He just couldn't get his stupid brain to stop thinking. He kept replaying all of what happened between him and Rogue. Then he remembered when they almost kissed. He was so close to kissing her.

But he promised himself, he WILL kiss her. He had no idea why he wanted to kiss her so badly. It was like if he kissed her everything horrible would cease to exist. And it was like if he didn't kiss her, he would cease to exist.

"C'mon, LeBeau. It's just a girl. Just a girl, nothing more, nothing less...So why can't I get her out of my head?" Remy asked aloud.

Remy turned to see his alarm clock. 6:59 a.m. He'd just pulled an all nighter. Remy groaned and got up. He walked down stairs and made some coffee. He put so much sugar and creamer in his coffee, his tante said he put coffee in his sugar and creamer.

"BLEEP! BLEEP!"

Oh, joy! His coffee is done! Yippee!

He made about 3 or 4 large mugs of sugary coffee. He decided since he was already awake, just take a shower and get dressed, so he did so. When he came back, it was already 8.

He grabbed another cup of coffee and walked outside. He saw children playing the streets, women with strollers, women jogging, women walking dogs, and families getting ready before church.

It was winter so he wondered, why in the world are there so many people outside? Oh, well, if they wanted to catch a cold, let them. It's their own stupidity. Seriously, there was snow everywhere, and most of them didn't even have jackets on.

He walked around, his feet leading him to...whatever. Then he suddenly stopped. He looked at his feet.

"Is something wrong?" He asked his feet. He was at that point of tiredness where he became stupid for no reason.

He looked up and groaned inwardly. He should've known this would be where his feet lead him. Rogue's house. Remy shrugged and popped his neck. Here goes nothing. He knocked the door and Coach Logan opened the door 2.3 seconds later.

He was snarling at Remy. "What do you want, bub?"

"Um, bonjour, coach Logan...um, i-is Rogue home?" Remy asked.

Logan's eyes widened. "Excuse me, bub?"

"I was wondering if Rogue was home."

"Yeah...what do you want with her?"

"To hang out with her." Remy said really slowly.

"Ok..." Logan said slowly too. This puzzled him because no guys ever wanted to hang out with Rogue. "ROGUE!" Logan barked at the stairs.

Rogue slid down the stair rail and hopped off. She stretched her arms over her head and yawned. She looked like she just woke up. But even with rumpled clothing, messy hair, and a tired look on her face, Remy's never seen anything more pretty.

"Yeah, uncle Logan?" Rogue yawned out.

"Gumbo's here or something." Logan walked away, cautiously.

"Oh, hi Remy." Rogue smiled at him.

Remy gulped. "H-hey, Rogue."

"You're here really early." Rogue comments as she leans on the door frame.

Remy sighs, "Ok, I'll leave."

Rogue laughs and grabs his arm. "No, no. Come inside. Let me get dressed and we can hang out."

Rogue walks back upstairs and Remy smiled a little. Logan glared at Remy.

"Lissen 'gator bait, you won't date Rogue, got it?" Logan said.

"I do believe that is her choice, as you've said." Remy informs Logan.

"'m her fath-I mean her uncle!" Logan says, almost saying father.

"That's right. You're not her father, so stop trying to act like it. Let her make her own decision about me." Remy says, his hands starting to glow.

"SNIKT!" Logan's claws pop out. "Care ta be gumbo, Gumbo?"

Logan and Remy both hear Rogue's footsteps so they return back to normal. Logan still glares at Remy. Rogue grabs Remy's arm and walks outside and waves to Logan.

When she's away from the house she sighs. "Any longer and you would've been his dinner."

Remy laughed. "Worried about me, chere?"

"Nope, I think you'd taste nasty, is all." Rogue says smiling.

"Care to find out for yourself?" Remy suggests.

"Pervert."

"You know it, chere!" Remy says grinning cheekily.

Rogue rolled her eyes. "Good lord..." Then she started shivering and rubbing her arms for warmth.

"Cold, chere?" Remy asks.

"No. I'm doing arm aerobics." Rogue says sarcastically.

Remy doesn't say a word. He takes off his coat and puts it on Rogue.

"Wait, ain't you cold, Swamp Rat?" Rogue asks.

"No...well, my hands are cold...but only the left one..." Can't blame a guy for trying.

Rogue rolls her eyes and grabs his hand, to his surprise. "Will you shut up, now?"

"Nope." Remy says cheekily.

"Whatever." Rogue says.

"Are you blushing?" Remy asks.

Rogue shakes her head. "No, the cold does that to my cheeks."

"Oh. Suuuuure." Remy says.

"Are you blushing?" Rogue asks, smiling.

"NO! It's, um, hot in here!" Remy says quickly.

"Remy, it is about 15 degrees out here."

"DETAILS DETAILS!" Remy yells.

Rogue laughs. "Wow. I've never made a boy blush."

"Really? That's strange."

"Why?"

"Because you're very beautiful." Remy says causing Rogue to blush. "AHA! I got you to blush that time!" Remy beamed.

"You're very proud of your accomplishment aren't you, Remy?" Rogue says.

"Yeah, actually I am." Remy says smirking. Rogue rolls her eyes. "So?"

"So what?" Rogue asks

"I'm still a rockstar, got my rock moves-" Remy starts to sing.

"Shut up, I meant what are you talkin' about?" Rogue says.

"Will you go on a date with me? Please?" Remy asks.

Rogue sighs. "Why not? It'd get you to shut up."

"Really?" Remy asks, not sure he heard her right.

"Yeah..." Rogue says.

"C'mon!" Remy pulls her arm and runs.

"What? You mean now?" Rogue asked.

"Yeah, why not! C'mon."

Rogue groans but follows. He is so weird, she thought.

Ok, I feel the need to say this. I know most of my writing sucks and I'm just a teenager with no life, but I'd like pointers and constuctive critisium. I need to know what I did right, and I also need to know what I did wrong.