Remy lightly knocked on door, "Anna…?" Opening the stern door slightly he saw her curled up on the corner of her mattress. He noticed her distraught expression that appeared as he drew closer to her, as if she longed for him next to her. Remy slowly eased next Anna, trying not to make the bed squeak.

She smiled, "Remy?"

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

"Yes." Anna turned to him, still half asleep.

"Sorry chere."

"I don't mind." Her eyes suddenly opened. Remy was startled as her newly green eyes pierced him, as if she were looking right into his heart. He found the sudden change in eye color intriguing, but as she blink they returned to a soft cocoa brown. "You are something I don't mind."
"Hmm, that so?" He kissed her lightly on her lips. "Love the attire by de way."

"Oh, this ol' thing?" She tugged at the gray T-shirt she was wearing over her underwear. The T-shirt happened to be his.

"That 'ol' thing' happens to be my favorite shirt."

She giggled, "It looks better on me." The grin that extended across her face had Remy kissing her again. "I'm really glad that you came with me the other day to Max's for Thanksgiving. It meant a lot to me."

"Yeah, I know."

It was silent for a moment. Just get on with it. Be a big girl Anna. "Where's Bella?"

"…She's in Louisiana." He moved into a different position against the backboard, ready for any more zingers Anna had to throw at him.

"Oh… when is she coming back?"

"Afternoon, tomorrow."

"Remy… I can't do this. Once Bella comes back, it's over. It has to be over."

"Well, she's not here yet."

"Remy!"

"I know I haf to do the right thing, but I just can't. I-I just can't keep myself away from you Anna. I know this is wrong. I know that… but it would be worst for me not to be with you."

"You're over exaggerating."

"No, I'm not."

"This is-"

"Anna, come here."

He pulled her in close and she became conscious of why they could not be torn apart. The heat between them, the enthralling scent they created-

"Guess who's-" Kitty entered the room, taking off an Ugg boot. "…home." The sight of Anna and their teacher cuddled up was actually not gross. Seeing Mr. LeBeau without a shirt gave Kitty an urgency to sprint back to Piotr's room.

"Hey Dad."

"Oh Lorna? Is that you dear?"

"Yeah, Dad it's me."

"You're going to have to speak up Lorna. We're having some bad weather down here, bad connection. The storms are supposed to keep coming for another week or so."

"Well then I won't keep you for much longer. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it home for Thanksgiving. I take that you and the family had a good one without me though, right?"

"Not half as good as we would have if you'd been here."

"I know… I'm real sorry dad. I wanted to, but the cost of the ticket…"

"Oh Lorna, you don't have to explain anything to me hon. How've you been?"

"Good… I have a boyfriend."

"Oh, Bobby? You're mother had told me about him. He better be good to you."

"No, not Bobby, dad. His name is Kurt and he treats me wonderfully."

"You girls in New York sure do work fast. Well you are gonna be married and popping out babies in no time."

"Dad! Marriage? Babies? Come on."

"Just make sure he treats you good and that he has a good financial income. This boy have a job?"

"Yes, he has a job. He works at this fancy restaurant in up state New York."

"Well I'd like to meet this boy some- Oh, your mother wants to talk to you."

"Okay Love-"

"Lorna? Honey you there?"

"Yeah I'm here mom."

"So whats this you father is saying about you and a new boy?"

"His names Kurt-"

"He goes to school with you?"

"Yes-"

"How long have you been together?"

"Oh about-"

"You still have your virginity right? You would tell me if you've lost it already, wouldn't you?"

Lorna fidgeted for a moment, "Mom, I'm still a virgin.
"You'll always be my little girl! So guess what? I have wonderful news!"

"What is it?"

"I had received a call from you high school counselor Mr. What's His Face, dear old man, and he said that your GPA is so high that applying to Harvard would be a synch for you! He also recommended this wonderful prep school in Boston! He said he'd give you the brochures after Thanksgiving break. I've been so busy around the house, I haven't gotten a chance to call-"

"Mom, I'm not going to Boston and I'm not going to Harvard."

"Honey it's a wonderful school. I don't need to tell you that!"

"But, I have my heart set on Stanford! And what about graduating here at Bayville with all my friends?"
"Lorna, dear, this is for your education!"

"We don't have money to send me to Harvard!"

"Au contraire my love! A few days after your counselor called your dad and me received this letter in the mail from a mister… oh where's that letter? Ah, ha! Here it is! From Mr. Charles-"
"Xavier?"

"Yes, your prep school's dean! Xavier's Institute for Gifted whosyamacallits. That is so thoughtful of him! So if money is the only objection to my baby girl going to Harvard it's not any more! Mr. Xavier's check will put you through as many years of school you need! Isn't this great?"

"Mom-"

"That name does sound familiar other than the school you go to. He was on the news… last year… oh gosh it's hurting my head that I can't remember why…"

"Mom, he had died."

"Kitty… I didn't think you'd be home…yet."

"I'm gonna… go." Remy left the room. Walking away seemed the best option.

"I can't believe you Anna. No wonder you always get to ditch his class. Now everything is falling into place."

"Oh don't even try to make me out as some kind whore Kitty. I didn't say anything to you when I found out you had slept with our freshman English teacher to get your 'D+' bumped to a 'C+'."

"Don't try to pin this on me Anna. I just want to know why you're with-"

"I've been defending you from every bastard I hear callin' you a slut behind your back. Why is it that being with Remy is more wrong than anything you've ever done?"

Kitty was silent for a moment, pondering every sexual encounter she's ever had. Some that made her hot, smile, wince…"I have been with a teacher, a married man, and a man with children. And Mr. Miller was a teacher, married with children alone. I'm sorry."

"Thank you. Ya kinda jumped the gun a bit here."

"Shit happened back in Chicago. I'm just a little uneasy."

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you about it later. You, now."

"So there was a Flamingo guy. It was Remy."

"Remy?"

"Mr. LeBeau. He was my Flamingo guy."

"MR. LEBEAU IS THE FLAMINGO GUY?"

"Will you shut up! It's midnight!"

"And his name is Remy? That's a cute name…" Kitty sat on the restful carpet taking off her last pink Ugg boot.

Anna was confused at Kitty's short attention span. "Uh, yeah… anyway. I thought it was gonna be some one night thing. Something we would both regret the morning after and would be awkward for us to see each other around the mansion, but we just can't be kept apart. It's like…"

"You're apart of each other."

"Yeah…" Anna took a seat next to Kitty who put her head on Anna's shoulder.

"Mr. LeBeau!"

Remy rubbed his eye as he turned to the pink haired teen calling out his name, "Uh, Sarah right?"

"Yeah, I guess we've never been formally introduced. Haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

"I have you for class on Friday af-"

"No, outside of the mansion."
"Nope…"

"You didn't live with the Morlocks at one time? I used to live down there when I was little."

"Morlocks…" His red eyes deepened with sorrow, but the sorrow was unnoticed by Sarah.