Disclaimer: I Do Not Own The X-Men Or Anything Related To The X-Men. I Also Do Not Own The Title Song 'I Won't Say I'm In Love' By Susan Egan Either.

The Chapter Title Song Is 'I Won't Say I'm In Love' By Susan Egan. There probably had to be a random Disney song somewhere in this story lol.

Thank you to everyone who read the previous chapter. I appreciate you guys and gals taking time out of your busy lives to look at and read this chapter and story. It feels weird to publish stuff so quickly, but I guess we can say you can have two Romy dates for one.

Here is the newest chapter:

"You like Remy!" Kitty squealed in her hotel room as Anna groaned loudly and hid her face under a pillow. "I knew it! I totally knew it!"

She peaked out from her pillow mask and noticed Kitty was up from the bed and doing her own version of a touchdown dance. Anna had been delighted when Kitty finally bounced back from the flu, she really had been. But now she found herself missing the days when Kitty would rather sleep instead of talk and sneeze instead of jump around the room.

It wasn't like she had walked into the room and announced that she and Remy were getting married. The way Kitty was carrying on, any viewer would have thought Anna had just declared her engagement. The only mistake she had made, was telling Kitty that she thought Remy was a nice guy under the whole bad boy image. That was the only thing she had been able to say before Kitty had launched herself into a full cheer.

"Kitty," She sighed and threw her pillow at the girl, "You really have no reason to be this excited. The only thing, I repeat, the only thing this means is I don't want to kill him. At least, I don't want to most of the time."

"Aw, an Anna love poem."

The stubborn southerner growled something under her breath at her overexcited friend, then walked across the room to see if her phone was fully charged yet. Ever since Kitty had let it slip to Anna's mother that Cody and her daughter were history, the poor girl had been flooded with phone calls. The phone that had been so empty only a few stops ago, was now almost full with concerned texts and voice mails from her brother and mother. She loved her mother and didn't think the woman would just answer the phone with a, 'I told he was a bum.' But avoiding the issue was easier.

The few times either of her relatives had caught her on the phone, she had managed to steer the conversation to other topics like how their last show had gone, what new songs she was writing, and whether or not she and Kitty were living off of junk food. Raven had only met Kitty a few times when she visited Anna's apartment in New York, but the bubbly girl had made a good impression. In fact, her personality and friendship with Anna had so surprised Raven, that the older women had laughed heartily and explained to Kitty how much Anna had avoided anyone peppy like her through high school. That had been the moment, Anna was almost certain Kitty would have been insulted and stormed out of the apartment. Instead, the girl had simply grinned and made some comment about her being as peppy as Anna's supply of patience could handle. After that, Kitty had practically become Raven's second daughter in New York.

"Shut it, Kitty," Anna snapped after locking her phone screen again and turning to face the beaming girl, "I am not thinking about men at all after Cody."

The smile faltered a little and Kitty shook her head, "I thought we agreed not to say that name anymore? Wasn't the new suggestion that we just say, 'jerkwad' if we couldn't avoid talking about him?"

Kitty watched Anna laugh at the joke and was thankful she seemed to be avoiding a full trip down break-up memory lane. When Kitty had woken up enough to hear the whole story from her friend, she had been completely shocked. She wasn't shocked that Cody had pulled such a stunt, or been so unobservant that he couldn't pick Anna out from behind the Bella disguise. No, she could expect those things. What shocked her was that Rogue had spent the night with Remy. Had she not known Anna as well as she did, she never would have bought the story about her and Remy simply sleeping on a park bench.

Still, she figured that it was a start. It was a start to forgetting Cody and it was possibly a start to something more with The Gambit's bad boy lead singer. She knew, probably better than Rogue did because of her enjoyment of tabloids, that Remy had a history of being a love 'em and leave 'em type. But after seeing him during this tour, her impression was changing each day. There was someone sweet under there and she was almost certain that he was thinking the same thing about Anna.

"You know," Kitty took a moment of silence and walked closer to Rogue, "If you did like him," She held up her hands to show she wasn't trying to start trouble when Anna gave her a frustrated stare, "I said, if. You know that wouldn't really be such a bad thing. I mean, I kind of think he likes you."

A deep blush raced across Anna's pale cheeks as she thought about Remy showing her some type of real emotion. He was just her friend. Sure, he spouted off lines about them running off together or made stupid jokes about helping her change costumes, but they weren't anything more than his outgoing nature. Remy didn't actually like her in any real romantic way, no matter what Kitty said. He saw her as a friend or some kind of new woman to flirt with and that was as far as it went… even if she couldn't stop thinking about how warm and muscular his chest was when he held her during their dance.

She fanned her face, suddenly feeling a little too warm between the strong blush and thoughts of Remy. Kitty merely stared at her with a wide grin and bright eyes, making the whole thing even more ridiculous. There was no way Anna should have been that affected by a few simple words. What kind of adult could be so embarrassed by someone saying they were liked?

"You know," She started edging towards the door of Kitty's hotel room, "I think we are out of some snacks and stuff. I'll go get them."

"Want me to come along?" Kitty asked with her grin still on her face.

"No." Anna turned her down immediately and mumbled under her breath, "You have already done far too much."

Somewhere after Chicago, Anna had discovered one of the shampoos Kitty had bought for her really seemed to help with the itchiness and problems associated with wearing a wig for so many hours. The only problem was that it seemed to be a specialty product that only existed in certain stores. Which is exactly why she was still standing, twenty minutes later, in front of a display of at least forty different shampoos with a scowl on her face. Texas was a big enough state that she had been hopeful they would carry the elusive hair wash, but it didn't seem like she was going to have anything to calm her head unless she tried a fancier store.

She adjusted the hand basket on her arm and decided to push ahead with her shopping. She picked up a new face cleanser and more make-up supplies than any person should ever have in their collection. Once Kitty's list of supplies to make Bella-look-pretty-on-stage were picked up, she turned her attention to other necessary items they always kept in stock. At least, she had planned on doing that, till she spotted the familiar baseball cap heading her way.

Remy LeBeau looked comfortable almost anywhere, but he didn't really look like he fit in when he strolled up to her at the make-up isle. She knew it was him under the sunglasses and trench coat, but no one else that passed by their isle gave them a second look. She doubted they would have given her a second look even if they knew she was on a cross-country tour.

Her wig was a little wild under the backward baseball cap she wore mainly to keep the item anchored even tighter than just the safety pins would. Instead of a Bella Donna outfit, she had chosen one of her own personal get-ups that felt comfortable even with the somewhat chilly early November weather outside; a warm green sweater that felt like a soft blanket against her skin, a pair of blue jeans that had some paint stains on the legs from the time she helped Kitty re-do her apartment, and an old pair of sneakers whose purple laces she could no longer unknot completed the outfit.

"Fancy meeting you here, Chere." Remy seemed to have not lost a step, when he saw her outfit up close, which surprised the girl, "Planning on buying the store out of make-up?"

"You have no idea how much of this stuff they smear on women before a show." She laughed at his expression and started to walk past him, "Anyway, I have to pick up some other stuff so I'll see you later."

"Why don't Remy keep you company?" He asked and followed on her heels. He grabbed the hand basket away from her and smiled happily when she sighed and gave him a frustrated expression.

"You don't want to do that, Remy." She tried to grab for her basket, but he held it out of her reach. "Give that back, Cajun."

"Non," Remy held it safely on his arm as she tried again to grab the plastic container, "Remy has decided to help, so you are stuck with him."

"Fine. But I warned you, Swamp Rat."

He laughed at her small threat and followed her through the isles until she stopped at one he had never ventured down before. He stared at the bright boxes and plastic wrappers all around him, and for once started to rethink his plan to follow Rogue. Down in the middle of the space, Rogue was currently staring at him with a triumphant smirk. She made some comment about him being chicken, and Remy furrowed his brow. Remy LeBeau was not chicken.

He marched down the isle and kept his attention on Rogue. She laughed at his determined appearance and pointed to the top shelf. He looked up to where she was gesturing and saw yet another box coated with butterflies and some silhouette of a jogging woman. After sparing a very quick glance to the other boxes surrounding the one Rogue was pointing at, he realized they all looked the same. Sure, the labels said some different things, but he figured one must be as effective as the others. She didn't absolutely need the only one on a shelf that was out of her reach.

"You said that you wanted to help." She told him with a smug sense of success, "So help get that one down."

"Why that one?" He protested and motioned to the hundreds of others that looked just the same, while a young woman on the end of their isle giggled at him. "How about the one right in front of you? It got sparkles and colors all over, so that'll do."

She rolled her eyes at him like he was making stupid jokes or acting completely immature, "Fine, I will get it."

The moment she stepped onto the lowest shelf to try and reach the box she wanted, Remy let out a sigh and gave in to Rogue's request. He gingerly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back from the shelf, then reached up and picked two of the boxes from the top shelf. The woman at the end of their isle, who had never stopped watching them, giggled a little louder and tried to pretend that she hadn't even noticed them when Remy stared at her.

"Thanks, Remy." She laughed as he grumbled something under his breath and directed them away from the toiletries area, "But I only wanted one box."

"Take two. Then there's no way you can con Remy into helping you again."

She laughed loudly at his childish behavior and seemed to forget that he was not going to give up that easily. Rogue may have won that round, but they had a whole supermarket to go through still.

By the time they had reached the end of their shopping trip, Remy had yet to retaliate for her taking him through the 'butterfly-isle-of-death' as he called it when he first groaned about the memory, while she searched for a certain brand of granola bars that Kitty liked. There was something about the way he complained that didn't seem to annoy her as much as it had when Cody would. Although she wasn't certain, she figured it could have had something to do with the fact Remy was still a hardworking man at the end of the day and that he wasn't chewing her out for asking him to do simple household chores after she had been working all day.

Despite his random reminders that she had put him through cruel and unusual situations, he had turned out to be a large amount of help. He had continued to hold her basket, reach things that were too high up for her, and even debated the health content of a few snacks. It was as if she had just stepped into a store with an old friend, and she had to say that she liked the comforting feeling of just hanging out with Remy without any pretenses. They were just two nobodies having a nice day running errands.

"Alright," Remy announced to her as they walked outside of the store, "Remy's turn to pick the activity."

"Excuse me?" She held the bag of make-up items behind her back and watched him curiously, "Who said we were making an afternoon out of this? I just needed to get a few things."

"And I helped." He added as he hoisted the plastic bag up in front of her face, "Boy, did Remy help."

"Would you let that go already?"

"Not until you follow me." He grinned and wrapped his free arm around her shoulder as they strode away from the store.

She should have said something. She should have moved his arm and said that she was busy. But she didn't do any of those things. Instead, Rogue moved her feet forward and let herself stay neatly tucked into Remy's side. She hadn't been this close to him since their day at the fair, and it didn't surprise her to realize that he smelled just as nice. It was a mixture she would never have expected would attract her, smoke, various spices, and something she couldn't quite name. Either way, as they walked to Remy's next spot, she found herself getting lost in the security of his hold.

He stopped suddenly and let go of her shoulders far earlier than she hoped he would. The building in front of them was a simple café that she had spotted on her earlier walk to the grocery store. It wasn't anything fancy and it didn't appear to be one of those hidden treasures people would flock to, but it looked nice enough. She stared up at Remy expecting him to make some comment, but he just walked a few steps ahead and held the door open for her.

Inside the shop, he picked a curved booth in the far back, which forced them to sit closer than Rogue figured was good for either of them. She tried to ask him something over the music playing on the restaurant's speakers, but he couldn't hear her. He took the hearing problems as a free reason to scoot closer, forcing their thighs to touch as his eyes stared into hers like he didn't know there was anyone else in the room. Then again, she thought to herself as she stared back into his crimson eyes, maybe I'm the one who can't seem to look away.

She had never been more thankful for an interruption, when the waiter suddenly appeared and broke their moment. As she sunk back into the booth she realized how many ways this whole thing was a bad idea. She was still getting over a nasty break-up, she was sitting next to a man known to flirt with almost any woman older than eighteen, and he didn't even know who she was. Maybe Remy was a good guy, and maybe he had a good heart in there, but that didn't mean she could jump into something like this. Everyone knew how bad it was to date someone right after a break-up! It was worse than going shopping hungry!

"Where did the waiter go?" Anna asked Remy as she suddenly snapped back to the room.

"To get the order." He added and stretched his arms across the back of their booth.

"I didn't order anyt-"

"One chocolate sundae and two spoons," The waiter, quicker than she would have expected, walked over and set the large bowl of ice cream in front of them. "Enjoy."

"We can't eat this." She tried to refuse the spoon he handed her, "I already told you dairy will ruin your voice."

"No," He took her hand in his warm one and pushed the spoon into her palm, "You said it better be chocolate ice cream. So either you help Remy eat this, or he could always feed it to you."

She wanted to snap back at him, but the blush was trying to light up her cheeks again, so she took the spoon with a grumble and shoved a bite into her mouth. He watched her curiously and seemed to find the instant smile that appeared on her face funny. It had been a long time since Anna had let herself stop and enjoy something like chocolate ice cream. She had been so focused on not screwing up the tour, that she had mainly been living off of warm tea and bland foods that her old singing coach had once told her to eat before performances.

Remy made some comment about her hogging the best parts with the hot fudge, but she just offered him a quick stick out of her tongue. She had almost forgotten what it was like to let loose and have a little fun. Maybe Remy's rule about having a no frowning day was worth more than she had originally thought. It felt amazing to let go and just enjoy herself for a moment.

When the ice cream had been nearly finished, the only thing left to argue about was the tiny cherry that had somehow fallen from the top of their sundae and landed in the bottom of the melted ice cream. She reached for it, out of habit, and Remy playfully tapped her hand with his spoon, "Why do you get the cherry?"

"You really want to fight me for that teeny little cherry, LeBeau?" She grinned at him feeling the mix of sugar and Remy's company give her a nice feeling of happiness.

"Big words, from a little girl." He told her with a matching grin and tried to take the cherry before she tapped his hand with a spoon just as quickly.

"Look," She waved her hands like a referee and looked to his eyes, "Why don't we settle this with a little competition?" He raised a curious eyebrow and she held up her fist to him, "Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets the cherry."

"Oui," He held up his own hand and watched her face for any sign of what she might play. The only problem with his plan was that on the third hand motion, he threw out rock and she grabbed the cherry from the bowl then plopped it into her mouth.

He wasn't sure what was more shocking, that Rogue had tricked him in a simple game or that he found her move made him even more interested in her. It had been a long time since he had met a woman who actually made him think. Sure, he had plenty of women across the states and overseas who would go on a date with him in a heartbeat, but they just didn't interest him past their curves and full lips. There was nothing fun about going out with someone who thought you were the greatest thing since sliced bread.

With Rogue, he had to work to impress her, to gain her attention, to get one bright smile. She made him try harder than he had with any other woman, but for some bizarre reason, he couldn't fathom, he didn't mind having to try. As long as he was able to spend time with her, he felt happy and that was all he really understood about the whole situation.

"You little," He laughed and leaned his face close enough that he could see the small flecks of brown hidden in her eyes, "Well you know what that means; Remy automatically gets the consolation prize."

His lips captured her cold ones in an instant and immediately started to warm them up with his own hungry pair. In the back of his mind, he almost expected her to shove him away and tell him to leave her alone, but she continued to surprise him by tilting her head and kissing him back with just as much force. The effort pushed him forward and he let his hands reach out and take hold of her shoulders in a firm grip.

She shifted slightly in her seat and leaned so close to him that he half expected her to slide right onto his lap. His hands left her shoulders and started to travel carefully up her neckline, until he felt a few wisps of blonde hair touch his fingers. His rough hands cradled her cheeks keeping her pinned to his face as they forgot the world around them. Rogue didn't seem to blink an eye as his thumbs caressed her cheeks, before being pulled away and replaced by small, quick kisses to her chin and neck. She moved her own arm to grab at his shirt and pull him even closer to her; unfortunately the action also caused her elbow to bump the ice cream bowl.

The moment the cold bowl fell on his lap, Remy pulled himself out of their kiss and tried to shove the plastic container off. The melted ice cream that had pooled in the bottom of the bowl stained his jeans and left him with a very uncomfortable icy feeling throughout his body. Rogue, ever concerned for him, tried to bite back a loud laugh and failed. She covered her mouth with a hand and mumbled out something that sounded like sorry, but was almost impossible to understand through various giggles and headshakes.

"I, uh," She chuckled once more as she exited the booth, "I'll get you some napkins, Swampie."

"Thanks." He mumbled feeling more than a little stupid as the people in the restaurant stared in his direction.

It didn't bother him if they saw him kissing a beautiful woman, but that was not why they were all watching him with cheery grins. No, as he noticed a woman in the booth a few feet away from theirs snap a cell phone picture of him sitting with ice cream stains on the lower half of his shirt and lap, he knew that they were definitely enjoying watching a famous singer be as embarrassed as any other human on the street. Still, as he watched Rogue race back to him with a fistful of napkins and a bright smile on her face, he knew it was all worth it to have a moment with that strange Bella Donna.