"Thank you all for coming down here…Logan and I have an announcement to make."

Ororo and Logan, who had called all of us into the living room are standing and looking at all of us sitting people. They had called us all in here to 'tell us something' as they mysteriously put it. But I have a funny feeling I already knew what they're going to say.

It's Thursday afternoon, four days since we've taken down Bolivar Trask and I've noticed that Ororo and Logan have been acting weird since then. Or maybe I just noticed it because of Remy told me they've been sneaking around together. I still shudder at that thought.

Amazingly, Tabitha didn't get into any trouble for blowing up the train station. I know, it shocked me too. According to eye witnesses, some strange guy really had just jumped her and she had only been defending herself.

No one had gotten seriously injured (except for Trask's men. But they had been taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D. before the cops got there) and Professor X offered to pay for all of the repairs, so no charges had been pressed against her.

Though I had done the least fighting out of everyone else, I ended up with the most bruises. I had nice black eye and a swollen lip and my ribs were coated in nasty purple marks. Which are now nasty yellowish marks since I'm starting to heal.

This had prompted many of my classmates at school to ask: 'dude, what happened to your face?' to which I replied that I had crashed my motorcycle. They don't know that I don't own a motorcycle, though I wish I do.

But that excuse was better than the one Kitty had suggested: 'fell during a dance contest with Kitty Pryde,' and much better than Remy's suggestion, 'fell out of bed while I was making wild passionate love to a Cajun beast'.

Ha, Cajun beast. That had made me laugh. He is a beast alright.

Speaking of the Cajun beast, I have yet to give him an answer to his question. He's seemed to have lain off a little bit this past week. Other than the Cajun beast comment, all we've shared are good mornings, and nice weather, and hey Rogue, looking good.

Besides, I don't know what to say to him.

Do I want to go out with Remy?

Maybe.

By the way, it's taken me all week to be able to say that to myself. It's also taken me all week to admit to myself these things: Remy is good looking. I think he is good looking. He has amazing abs. Our first date had been fun...most of it anyway.

But I don't like him. Not one bit.

Drat and fiddlesticks, there I go lying to myself again. I have to stop doing that. I like him…a little bit. It's miniscule though, it's hardly even there.

But it is there.

Speaking of our first date, Scott (or any of my other team mates for that matter) has yet to notice the bumper sticker on his car. But I know other people have seen it because Jean and Scott have gone out together every day this week. I haven't asked, but I'm thinking that they're doing this to 'mend their relationship' or whatever. I laugh every time they drive off.

I have completely banned myself from remembering what Remy said about 'borrowing something from Trask'. That is unhealthy thinking. Though I will admit, after the look I got into Trask's head, I know a lot about those little devices. Like, the battery is rechargeable in one of them and it can last up to fifteen years. But then there are others that only last for like an hour and so on and so forth.

I don't know which one Remy 'borrowed'.

I don't want to know. Just because I can (possibly) touch Remy, doesn't mean I'm going to.

"Logan and I," Ororo says to everyone, "are a couple."

DUN DUN DUN!

I look around to see everyone else's reaction to this. Most are gaping at Ororo. Professor X doesn't have any reaction other than a smile and I have to wonder if he already knew. Mr. McCoy looks interested. Remy is looking like he's trying not to laugh.

"And you should also know," Ororo says and I jerk my attention back to her. What else could they have to say? "That we're getting married!" She announces proudly.

"WHAT?" I screech just as Remy bursts out laughing.

I didn't mean to screech, it was just a screech worthy moment.

Many others in the room have the same reaction I do. Everyone is understandably shocked at this news. I mean, I already knew about them being together but I had no idea that it was so serious. That made the image in my head a little better. At least they really love each other. But this bit of news makes me wonder how long they've been seeing each other.

Just as this question pops into my mind, Jean voices it.

"Three months." Ororo answers happily.

Only three months and they're already getting married? Ah, who am I to judge? I'm obsessed with washboard abs. And Krispy Kreme doughnuts. Yum. Oh! Krispy Kreme doughnuts on the washboard abs. Ok, no more thinking about that when I'm in a crowded room.

But maybe later.

"Well…congratulations," Kurt says unsurely.

Everyone looks unsure, but no one says anything of the sort. We've all started congratulating them when Kitty stands up quickly from her spot on the couch.

"I also have an announcement to make!" she says dramatically, "I'm in love with-"

"Kitty, you're being rude," Tabitha points out bluntly.

Kitty stops to see everyone glaring at her. I gotta admit, I kind of wanted to hear what she was going to say, but that really had been rude. Upon seeing our faces, she sits back down on the couch, looking very red.

"So…when's this wedding?" Scott asks.

Ororo and Logan look at each other—and I see it. They really do love each other. Aw…that makes me a little toasty inside.

But I'm still kind of grossed out.

"As soon as possible." Logan announces.

I almost screech again. They're moving so fast it's hard to keep up. Everyone is starting to look a little dazed.

"I'm hoping for next week." Ororo says with a big smile on her face.

These people are going to give me a heart attack. No one has anything to say to this shocking news other than some more congrats.

"You know you're more than welcome to have it here," Professor X says after a few minutes.

"I was hoping you would say that," Ororo replies warmly.

I don't think I've ever seen her (or Logan) this happy before. I've seen them happy, but this is…different. A different kind of happy. You could see it in their whole demeanor. The way they smiled, the way they talked, even the way they held themselves. It's weird, but even their skin looks a little brighter.

That's nice. I'm glad they're so happy; they deserve it. I tell them this as we all get up from the couch and I give them both a hug before going to the kitchen.

I'm hungry. Damn it for being winter because I have the strongest craving for watermelon. And cantaloupe. And strawberries. Good fresh ones. And oo! Peaches.

Everyone else seems to have the same idea I do because I'm followed into the kitchen by half of them.

Kitty and Jean seem to have forgotten their differences at the moment to discuss dresses for the wedding. Oh no, now I'm going to have to wear one. I'm very much a tom-boy so wearing a dress is not my favorite thing to do. I don't even know how to pick out a dress. I don't even know what size I am or how they measure the sizes in dresses.

Maybe I'll just let Jean pick one out for me. That would be ok, just as long as Kitty didn't have any say in the matter. If I let her, Kitty would have me looking like I was ready to jump onto a pole. That would probably make Remy's day.

Or maybe not…I don't know…he's called me beautiful before, but I'm just not seein it. I'm failing to see what's so special about me that draws his attention so much. Perhaps he just really really likes my personality. Yeah, that's it, because I'm such a charming person.

Jean and Kitty are both blocking the door way. This messes up my plan of grabbing a banana and running away before they can draw me into the conversation. Great. Now I'm in here with Kurt, Amara, and Bobby. Amara looks like she wants to get in on the talk but doesn't know where to jump in.

All I can see of Kurt is his bottom half sticking out of the fridge and I can hear his muffled words about there being nothing to eat. Bobby is staring at Jean and Kitty like he's trying to do some hard calculus. Actually, he's looking at them in very much the same way I am.

"Bet you ten bucks they'll end up going to the mall in the next hour," he says to me.

I shake my head disbelievingly at him. "Are you kidding me? I give it fifteen minutes."

Hm, on second thought, Kitty's looking a little green around the gills if ya' know what I mean. Oh no, there's been a little stomach virus going around at school this week; I hope she hasn't caught it. Or maybe I do. No, wait, if she gets it then we all get it. Stupid bacteria.

"You're on," Bobby reaches over and bumps knuckles with me. "Wow, look at em' go. How do they talk so fast?"

"They're demonic, that's how," I say which prompts Bobby to snort loudly.

Jean and Kitty stop and turn to look at us.

"What are you two snickering about?" Jean asks suspiciously.

"Nothing." I say innocently as I notice Kitty's hand go to her stomach. "You ok?" I ask her.

She nods but looks uncertain. "Yeah, I just…what's that smell?"

We all turn to Kurt who's cooking something in the microwave behind us.

"Oatmeal with ranch dressing!" He announces proudly.

That sounds gross. And let me tell you, it smells lovely. Everyone stares at Kurt like he's disgusting because right now, he is. I turn back to look at Kitty who is suddenly looking much greener than she had a few moments ago.

"Oh," she clutches her stomach, "I think I'm gonna-"

And she turned and ran from the room.

Haha. Ok, no, that is not funny. It's not.

Really.

…

An hour later, after all hell breaks loose, I finally make it to my room.

And I guess I should elaborate on that comment.

After finding out that Kitty was barfing in the bathroom, Scott and Mr. McCoy went nuts. They pulled out all these cleaners and started scrubbing everything that Kitty had sat on and touched since she had gotten home from school. Then, as if that wasn't enough, they pulled out these cans of disinfectant spray and started spraying the living daylights out of everything.

THEN, they decided to be 'smart' (see I'm being sarcastic again) and gave us all cans of spray too to 'help out'. Do you think we helped them? HA. Noooo, we started spraying each other with the disinfectant spray out of boredom and ended up having a sort of spray war. That was fun.

It was most fun when we all cornered Scott though and started spraying him all at once. Though it was kind of sad when he asked us to stop and Bobby had sprayed him down the pants. That had ended when Jean had heard him scream and came in to investigate.

We all scattered like ants of course—and it was at that point that Remy had told us to hold on—and then ran off.

After Jean had found us (armed with Lysol) I hid in the bathroom and held Kitty's hair back for her. Then I felt kind of bad about taking her ponytail holders.

"Thank you, Rogue," she said after a long time of hanging over the toilet, "I'm sorry I've been so-" but she was cut off by another—well, you know what.

Twenty minutes later, it was after I had helped Kitty to her room and tucked her into bed that I went back to find the others. Remy arrived at the same time I did to find Jean and Scott on one side of the foyer armed with Lysol and the others on the other side still armed with the disinfectant spray.

And that's when Remy pulled out the silly string.

He ended up being the hero of course—because we defeated the big bad Jean and Scott until they were buried in that string.

It was fun.

I went to check on Kitty one more time (and brought a bucket to put next to her bed) before I finally ended up in my room.

And now here I am. I kick off my shoes and reach for my book bag down my bed when suddenly my hand hits something else.

I pick it up out of curiosity and find that it's the deck of cards that Remy gave me. When he had given it to me days ago I had dropped it and it must have been halfway under the bed ever since.

He had told me to look at it. Why? I guess I'll find out. I pull the lid open and slide them out.

What? What the hell is this? I start going through every card to find that they're all the same thing—the queen of hearts. How…odd. I'm not sure how to accept this gift. I mean, I know the queen of hearts is his card. It's his favorite. But why give me fifty two of them? No, wait, there's also one sole king of hearts tucked right in the middle of all the queens.

It must have taken him forever to buy all the decks to make this. And the effort of picking out every queen (and one king) and putting them all in one box must not have easy. Let's see…there are four queens in a deck and fifty two cards in all. So to come up with fifty one queens he would have to buy…thirteen decks. Is that right? And a box of cards costs about eighty cents so he must have spent ten dollars and forty cents plus tax. No, wait a second, there's only one queen of hearts in a deck so that means-oh never mind.

Why am I doing the math on this?

That was weird.

And so is this gift.

The phone on my bedside table rings, bringing me out of this odd train of thought. Like I've said before, it's weird when my phone rings because most of the people that I know live here. So I'm curious as I pick it up and hold it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"What are you wearing?" Remy answers back.

"What? Why are you calling me? You're in the house!"

"I would come to your room, but you yell at me when I come in there."

Tucking the phone between my neck and shoulder, I walk over to my closet to get a new set of clothes. After all that cleaner, not only are my clothes soaked through, but they also stink. But at least I'm sterile. "I thought you said you liked that?"

"Oh, that's right, I do." He says as if he forgot. "What are you wearing?"

"What?...You just saw me, you know what I'm wearing."

"Yeah, but I thought that maybe since we all smell like we just came out of hospital you would change."

I sigh. "No, I haven't."

"Are you sure? Are you sure you're not naked right this second?"

Ok, how the hell does he know that? I turn to look at the door; it's locked and no one is peaking through my windows. But just to be safe anyway I go into the bathroom and lock it.

"I'm not naked, Remy."

I can practically hear the smirk in his voice. "You're naked. You're naked and you're talking to me. Do you know what that means? It means-"

"You better not finish that sentence." I threaten as I jerk on a new pair of jeans.

"Hm…ok. Maybe later."

Maybe later my ass.

Wait…that didn't sound good. I didn't mean that. That didn't come out the way I meant it to.

"So…have you made a decision yet?" he asks me, "Remy's dyin' of suspense."

Oh no…I still don't know the answer to this question. What do I do? What do I do? What do I DOOOOOOOO?

I could accept. I could say, yes, DARN TOOTIN' Mr. Cajun guy whom I've never been nice to, let's go out and paint the town red. Except I wouldn't say it like that. If I said it like that he would probably say nevermind and run off in terror.

If I do accept, he'd probably get up and run off in terror anyway. I mean, it's me. All we've ever done is banter. Well...maybe not, we have had our fun moments. But we've never sat down and had a serious conversation and really got to know each other. When he gets to know me, he probably won't stick around. I'm nothing special.

That was depressing.

OR:

I could say no. I could say no, you crack smoking fruit loop! But if I said this—for one, I don't think Remy is a crack smoker (though sometimes he acts like it) and for two, he would probably like the rejection. And then he would continue on with the ripping off of his shirt like the Hulk to tease me until I completely break and accept to go out with the washboard abs anyway.

Mm, washboard abs. I wish I had a picture of those. If I did, I would put it right above my bed where I could lay and stare at it all day. I can just see myself growing old in my bed and staring at the washboard abs all my life. With Remy by the bed growing old also and continuing to flirt with me of course. If I said no then he might have a stroke.

Ok, I'm getting out of that wacko world now.

But back to question at hand. What do I say?

Of course I choose the secret and incredibly stupid third option.

"What Remy? I didn't hear that." I say before I start making crazy gurgling noises into the mouth piece.

"Rogue, stop."

I make these noises louder. "Sorry, I can't hear you! Oh, tunnel!"

"Why do the noises stop when you talk?"

And that's when I hang up on him.

See, I told you it was incredibly stupid. But now I have to get out of here before Remy chases me down. If he takes his shirt off I might let him catch me. Of course, then he would end up dead from touching my skin. Unless he had one of those—er, gadgets.

At least I'm alone when I think about it this time.

I throw on my shirt and grab my shoes on the way to the door. I'm not sure how I'm going to run downstairs, get a car, and then race away from the mansion without anyone asking any questions but damn am I going to try it.

But as I fling my door open, I'm met with the sight of Remy holding a cell phone and wearing a look of annoyance.

"Tunnel?" He asks me while putting the phone into his pocket.

I stare at him nervously for a second. "You—uh—have a cell phone? You know how unreliable those things are, don't you? I'm telling ya', they won't be around for long—you just wait, they're just a fashion trend. It's just like this crazy internet thing—I'm telling you, it will never last."

"Why are you running away?" He asks, ignoring my rambling.

"What?" I say this as if he's crazy for thinking such a thing. "I'm not running away! I was gonna go…bowling."

"Bowling?" He questions with a raised eyebrow. "Since when do you bowl?"

I've never bowled in my life. But it does look fun. I simply shrug to his question since I don't have a real answer. He rolls his eyes and steps into my room, causing me to have to step back. Aaaand now he's closing the door. And now he's looking at me again. Lovely.

"Go out with me."

"Ok," I squeak.

Wait, why did I squeak? And why did I say ok? It could be because I'm suddenly very nervous and acting like I should be locked up in an asylum. Really, I think I should. I just said that I would go out with Remy LeBeau. That is the one thing I never planned on doing. Even though I kind of want to. NO! Forget I thought that. And here I am, looking like an idiot. Oh yeah, that's because I am an idiot.

Remy is giving me strange look. "Ok? Really?"

"Uh…well maybe-"

"Alright!" He says quickly before I can continue, "Pick you tomorrow at six then, bye!"

Then he jerks the door open and runs off before I can change my mind.

AAAH!

I'm an idiot.