Slight Return
Part Twenty-Eight
*** Authors note: discussions of a sexual nature feature. Just a warning to those who find some stuff offensive ;) ***
Going to the mall with Wanda Maximoff was utterly surreal. It had felt strange enough going through a drive through with her on Wednesday to get ice cream, felt absolute bizarre to sit in a car with the girl overlooking Bayville Lake and eating their desserts. But going out into the public with Wanda was another thing entirely. A completely unreal experience. She wondered if this was how the Professor had felt, socializing with Magneto? Enemies being friends, friends being enemies? Civility between it all?
Wanda absolutely oozed confidence out in the mall; she'd dressed appropriately enough, looking rather respectable in a burgundy tanktop and black leather pants, her hair slightly waved and wild. Yet, for as respectable as she looked, she somehow just oozed sexuality with every graceful step in those platform stilettos. Men everywhere watched her, Rogue gazed in absurd fascination at how absolutely effortlessly Wanda seemed to just entice men without lifting a finger.
To Rogue, it almost seemed like some celebrity may have walked into the mall, the gazes, the wistful smiles the men would give. It was no surprise of course, Wanda was a stunning woman, with looks similar to those of the actress Megan Fox, but somehow more refined in places, and more striking in others, especially her eyes which were an intense shade of blue that Rogue always found startling. It always struck her as particularly odd that Wanda's eyes were much more intense than her twin brother's eyes, which were a pale shade of blue not unlike Magneto's. Wanda's eyes were like two shimmering tanzanites, vivid and bright.
Maybe it's just her eyes, thought Rogue. A lot of women were known to be able to captive men with a single smile, or with a slight bat of their eyelids, a strong gaze could do it. Or perhaps it was just everything about Wanda that made her so irresistible to every man they came across.
Whenever there were male assistants and cashiers in the stores, Wanda always managed to wangle a discount or two for something. When getting frappes at the food court, they'd ordered regulars but the male barista had upgraded their choices to the extra large option for the price of one regular coffee.
All because she batted her eyelids and gave one of those dirty little smirks, Rogue thought in awe.
From store to store they went, Rogue feeling relaxed now that her anti-anxiety medications had kicked in. For most of the shopping trip, she felt as if she were slightly in a haze, a dream word of colour and noise. Wanda did most of the talking, and for that matter, most of the shopping too.
"How are you affordin' all this stuff?" Rogue finally asked as they were stepping into a gothic clothing store on the fourth floor of the mall.
"How do you think?" Wanda smirked,twirling one of her small bags around her fingers playfully.
Ah suppose that means she has Magneto's credit card, Rogue guessed as she followed Wanda from display to display. It felt almost necessary, to not stray from the girl. Rogue wasn't particularly sure if it was due to her own anxiety that she be left alone in the middle of the mall as one of Wanda's little tricks, or if it was because she suspected Wanda might pull something off like trying to shop lift or trying to use her powers to cause chaos where she felt it was deserved.
However, Wanda had been surprisingly well behaved, other than her constant flirtations wherever they went.
"This is cute," said Wanda, picking up a black leather bra with chain maille detailing and chains in substitution for straps. In Rogue's opinion, it wasn't as cute as it was obscene.
"It's two hundred dollars," Rogue noted, gesturing to the cardboard label.
Wanda glanced down to it, "so?"
"Your dad would kick your ass if you spent that on a bra. And not even a practical bra at that," Rogue pointed out.
"Oh, I won't be paying that for it," Wanda grinned, she slyly tore the price tag from the hook it was attached to and crumpled it sneakily her fist, shoving it into the pocket of a nearby leather jacket to hide it.
"What are you doing?" Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"Watch this..."
Rogue folded her arms and stood by the dressing room as Wanda disappeared inside to try the bra on. She waited for a moment, listening to the chink of chain and Wanda's shifting about. Finally, the purple velvet curtain whipped back, and there stood Wanda, displaying the bra proudly.
In Rogue's opinion, it was a little tight, making her ample cleavage bulge up and out, slightly cutting into her; it seemed to just barely hide any of the girl's modesty (if Wanda Maximoff could be said to have such a thing).
"It looks...tight," was all Rogue could manage, envious of how perfect Wanda's body shape was, the tiny waist, the jut of her hips, the swell of her breasts. It was the kind of body models strived for and could never obtain without surgery. Rogue hated to admit to even herself that she envied that body, she envied the tattoos, the naval piercing, the perfect flawless creamy tone of her skin.
Wanda cleared her throat and called over to the cashier behind the counter, "How much is this? There's no tag on it and there aren't any others on the rack..."
The cashier, an older man of probably about thirty, with barely a shred of his face free of tattoos or piercings, glanced over her, lost in his thoughts for a moment. He then coughed a little, and said, "two hundred..."
She looked down at her chest, "for this? There's barely anything to it!" she put her hands under her breasts and pushed them up a little, making her chest bulge up and out a little more, "and it's tight. This is the last one...it isn't even in my size..."
The cashier moved from behind the register to come over and see if there were any in her size, he glanced over what was left, but this was the only one of it's kind. "I could order it in for you."
"I don't have time, I need it for tonight."
"I'm sorry."
"I really like it but..." Wanda trailed off sighing, she bit into her lip sexily, looking up at him, "It's a lot of money for what it is...especially when it's a majorly poor fit..."
"How about I drop it to eighty?" the cashier asked, looking over her with appreciative pale blue eyes, his chest rose and fell quickly, Rogue thought she saw the bulge in his pants getting slightly more prominent and she averted her eyes hastily in embarrassment.
"Eighty I can do," Wanda smiled, "let me change and I'll be right with you."
Rogue rolled her eyes with her back turned to both of them, inwardly she was shaking her head at this display. It was of course, disgraceful, but it had worked. "Do you have no shame?" she asked under her breath leaning near the curtain.
Wanda gave a laugh from inside the dressing room, "shame? Shame is for people who want to pay full price for outrageously overpriced clothes," she responded, her voice slightly low, she pushed the curtain a little and stuck her head out and said in a hushed voice, "besides, there's no room for shame in my life after all that's happened."
Rogue turned her eyes away, "jesus, get back in there," she commanded, having caught a flash of Wanda's nude upper torso. Why was this girl so unabashed? It wasn't natural. How many other people in the store - or those passing buy it - had glanced over to see Wanda half hanging out of the curtain, breasts dangling free? Rogue shuddered to think.
Wanda returned from the dressing room a moment later with the bra on the hanger again and her tanktop back on. She went to pay as Rogue perused the display of items that were far more erotic and obscene than she'd initially thought they might be when she'd first walked in.
As she filtered through choices of tops on one rail, her eyes carried over to where Wanda was paying with a credit card for her choice, and then leaning over to slyly kiss the cashier's cheek.
Disgraceful, thought Rogue. She'd always felt it was women like that who gave their sex a bad name. How could acting like this be deemed making a fresh start? Rogue hated herself for thinking it might partly be Wanda's own fault men used her if she acted this way around them.
"Aren't you getting anything?" asked Wanda, coming back after having paid, the bag with the bra in it swinging along with the other many bags of items she probably didn't need.
"No...this place is too expensive...and not to mention...not really my style."
"Not your style?" Wanda snorted, "it's all your style, it's goth."
"It's a little too...uhm...dominatrix for me."
"Dominatrix?" Wanda laughed, a sweet tinkling almost crazed sound that sometimes unnerved Rogue.
"You know what Ah mean...you like the chains and leather thing..."
"What's wrong with chains and leather?" Wanda smirked.
"Nothing. For you, it's fine, I know that's your whole look...and I ain't gonna deny, it sort of suits you...but...it ain't me."
"So? Change it up a little. Be daring for once."
"Daring?"
"Stop being such a little girl," Wanda rolled her eyes, "you're a grown woman, Rogue, stop dressing in teenage shit from Hot Topic and start dressing like an adult," she picked up a bustier, examining it thoughtfully, "this. This would look good on you."
"Are you serious? Ah couldn't wear somethin' like that. There'd be far too much skin out..."
"It'd be on under a fishnet shirt," Wanda frowned and rolled her eyes, "Or over a fishnet. Body stocking maybe...some kind of PVC thing perhaps? Whatever you want. You could use a lot of looks with this one item. It'd look hot on you to boot."
"It'd look hot on you, it'd look a wreck on me. Ah ain't got the body to pull off that kind of look."
Wanda glanced through the sizes, her expression thoughtful, "you have a great body, Rogue...I never realised just how great 'til I saw you in the bathroom this morning. Why are you hiding it under those blah t-shirts and sweaters?"
"That's just how it has to be."
"Not so," Wanda scoffed, "You want to waste the best years of your life hiding your figure until you're old and fat and flabby? You can cover up when you're an old maid. Flaunt it now for gods sake, while you still have it."
"Ah can't do that."
"It'll be fine...here..." Wanda found the right size and thrust it towards her, "at least try it on."
"It's...four hundred dollars..." Rogue realised as she gazed down at the price tag in dismay.
"I'll get it on my dad's card."
"Ah couldn't ask you do that!" Rogue gaped.
"He owes you," Wanda reminded, "you haven't forgotten that, have you?"
Rogue didn't feel particularly like he owed her anything. And she certainly didn't want him to owe her this. "No, put it back."
"Look, just go try it on, okay? You've spent the whole day following me around, you haven't bought a single thing...you haven't even tried anything on. It doesn't feel like you're shopping with me, it feels like you're supervising me," Wanda folded her arms.
With a grunt, Rogue looked away, she had to admit this was also one of the reasons she'd felt like coming today. To supervise. If Wanda had asked her and only her, then didn't she have a duty to make sure the girl didn't do anything stupid? Wouldn't the Professor have wanted her to do that?
"Are you supervising me?" Wanda asked pointedly.
"No, of course not."
"Then come on, join in a little so this doesn't feel like you're my damn chaperone."
Sighing, Rogue stared down at the bustier. It was attractive, but a little obscene. She wasn't sure she could pull something like this off even if it was over or under a fishnet shirt. For that matter, it looked as if would be that tight she wasn't particularly sure she'd be able to pull it on. "Ah try it on, then we can go?"
"Yes," Wanda responded, she ripped the tag off quickly.
"Ah am not shakin' my tits for that pervert," Rogue lowered her voice and frowned.
"You don't have to," Wanda stated, another delighted laugh escaping her painted lips, "Just go try it on."
Rogue slipped into the same dressing room that Wanda had been in, and slipped her tops and bra off. It was a fight to get into the thing. It had laces to be tightened and buckles to be shut in place before it would actually sit right. She had to admit, it was surprising how much the thing made her breasts look far larger and much rounder than they actually were.
She stood for several moments examining herself in it, imagining why she would want to wear this, and where she could wear it to. Standing staring at her figure, at the way it made her hips seem to jut out further, her waist pinch in tighter she realised she suddenly looked far more...grown up than she ever had before. It was the most adult thing she'd ever wore in so many different ways. She supposed it would probably be akin to the feeling most girls were meant to get when buying their first prom dress...except she'd never gone to prom, and there's no way she was sure anyone would wear this to their prom.
Regardless of knowing how inappropriate it was, she wanted it. Regardless of the expense, regardless of feeling it didn't quite suit her. Even to have it but never wear it...there was that strange almost naughty feeling of being in it, one that suddenly she didn't quite want to let go of yet. She stood there for several minutes staring at herself, taking the sight in.
Ah can't, Rogue shook her head at herself. Ah can't own this...it's obscene.
Women wore outfits like this for sex she had to remind herself...had Wanda worn an item like this for Remy before? Had she dominated him wearing a similar item to this? Rogue shuddered at the thought of it. It was too easy to picture that scene.
No, Ah am not goin' to buy this, she shook her head. It's far too sexy, the others would pitch a fit if they even found out about it, especially Logan...
"How's it look?" asked Wanda from the other side of the curtain; Rogue heard her playing a game idly on her smart phone as she waited, the music irritating and repetitive.
"It's...not me," Rogue sighed.
The dressing room curtain swung open as Wanda peered in. "You're kidding! It looks great," she said enthusiastically.
Rogue turned and looked at her critically. It was so hard to believe that this Wanda was the same Wanda who had tried to kill her at the end of October the year before. It felt wrong, it felt so...against the laws of nature.
"Look, it's nice and all but-"
"I've already paid for it," Wanda responded, "I took the price tag over so he could scan it. So...you have no choice about it."
"Wanda, how could you?!" Rogue demanded. On Magneto's card? Magneto had bought her something akin to lingerie. The thought made her blood run cold when she considered that she'd once practically offered herself to the man to use as however he wanted. Yet another thought that made her shudder. "That's your dad's money..."
"Look, he told me I had a five grand limit to do what I liked with, okay? I haven't even gone over two yet," Wanda shrugged, "It's not his money, it's mine. It was gift."
"More hush money?" Rogue winced.
"I'll bleed him dry if I have to but I'll get it out of him," Wanda retorted, "and anyway, I don't want to think about it right now. I just want to shop and have some fun. Stop putting a downer on it," Wanda adjusted the zip at the front of the bustier a little so it was lower, exposing a little more of her cleavage "wear it lower, all the men will love it."
"Ah don't want all the men to love it," she frowned.
"Oh grow up," Wanda rolled her eyes.
"And Ah ain't wearin' this out," Rogue made a face, she pulled the drape shut again and began to change.
"Have you had any thought about going out next weekend?" asked Wanda from the other side of the curtain. She sounded hopeful.
"No," Rogue confessed. She had thought about it a great deal, and so far, every single thought she had said 'mistake' in big red warning letters.
"You might have fun."
Rogue got out of the bustier much faster than she'd gotten into it and she passed it through the curtain to Wanda who had to go and get the security tag removed. As she dressed she felt slightly uneasy about how well this day seemed to be going. No trouble at all. Before she'd left even Kitty had tried to talk her out of going to the mall with Wanda, saying she'd had a bad feeling about it (in fact, Kitty had been very uneasy and slightly annoyed about the idea, but Rogue had had very little time to consider why).
After Wanda had gotten the bustier bagged and un-tagged, they left the store and walked around for a while in the other stores, looking at DVDs and books. Wanda bought a DVD series about vampires, suggesting they watch it together. It seemed to Rogue that the girl was making an extreme effort to try to be friends. It was incredibly surprising.
But Rogue had to think about Remy's warning. Instinct told her to trust Remy, not Wanda. Remy had never steered her wrong, Remy's instincts always seemed to be the right ones to go with. He'd been right about the evolution machine, hadn't he?
Rogue tried to put it out of her mind as she settled at a table in a small coffee shop on the top floor of the huge mall; Wanda went off to get coffees while Rogue sat flipping through one of the books that Wanda had picked up about Victorian gothic fashions. She tried to take her mind off of her troubles, but it was hard.
With a moment to herself to think, her mind drifted to her argument with Remy earlier that morning. The whole exchange had been awful and left her feeling caught between guilty, devastated and angry. And then there was all the doubt. It was hard to feel comfortable at all about anything right now.
Just go with the flow, if something happens, it'll happen, I'll stop her. I'm stronger and faster and she has no chance against me now. But at least if I give her a chance, the Professor can't bitch about it.
"Here," said Wanda, dropping the tray down on to the small bistro table and then popping down into the seat opposite. "You like chocolate, right? I got you this chocolate muffin thing, it has liquid chocolate injected right into the middle, it's to die for," said Wanda, serving the plate over to Rogue.
Rogue glanced down at the huge muffin, her stomach rumbled a little. She'd missed out on breakfast and just now only realised. She weakly smiled, "are you tryin' to get me fat?"
Yes, it was possible wasn't it? They'd been for three high sugar drinks already today, and now another extremely sweet drink with an accompanying muffin that probably had a day or two's worth of calories built right on in.
"Oh, don't be stupid," Wanda laughed. She took a plastic knife to her own muffin, slicing it down the centre, the chocolate oozed out onto the plate and she dipped her finger in it and sucked it off. "Besides, it's for your own good. I've heard the others going on about how you need to put weight on."
Rogue slipped her gloves off and picked a chunk out of the muffin, she chewed, not sure what to say. It was getting late, dinner would be in another hour and a half, they would have to leave soon to make it there in time. Unless they ate here of course...of course if that were the case, Wanda would probably cram twenty cheeseburgers down her throat.
"You'll have me lookin' like Blob before the day is out," Rogue complained.
"You know some people actually claim chocolate is better than sex," Wanda laughed, "I always wondered if that was Blob's problem...too much chocolate."
Rogue raised an eyebrow at her, her stomach churning a little at the uncomfortable topic. Blob's weight was his own business, she didn't feel comfortable commenting on it right now...back two years ago, she might have felt a little more critical, but right now she felt fat herself...it must have been horrible for someone like Blob.
To avoid commenting on the weight issue, feeling it slightly unfair to mention since he wasn't here to defend himself, Rogue chose the second most uncomfortable topic to bring up instead. "So...It isn't, then? Chocolate, I mean," she dared to ask, feeling deflated.
"Better? No...maybe second best but never better."
"Maybe you just ain't havin' the right chocolate," Rogue suggested. She thought of the chocolate cake that Remy had bought back in March. That was probably the closest she would ever have to anything that pleasurable. She'd had cake like that since, but it never tasted the same now. She had to wonder if it were all in her head, his midas touch had made the chocolate sweeter.
"No way is chocolate better than an orgasm," Wanda remarked crudely, "surely even you know that."
Rogue's cheeks flushed, she felt the back of her neck tighten a little at the stress of this topic. Sex wasn't something she wanted to discuss with anyone. Especially not Wanda.
But she gazed at the girl, who was sitting eating so casually, as if nothing fazed her. Rogue realised though that perhaps she should expect this. Wanda seemed to always have gone onto sex as a way to connect to people. To men, mostly, but perhaps talking about it was her way of connecting to women too. After all that had happened to the girl, it was hardly surprising she supposed.
Rogue put her muffin down, and wiped her hands on the napkin provided, she sighed but didn't respond. She just couldn't.
"Rogue?" asked Wanda, a little curiously now, her intense blue eyes squinting.
Another sigh, Rogue swayed her eyes away, pursing her lips.
Wanda's eyes widened a little, "please tell me you're joking, Rogue."
Her cheeks were so hot she wasn't sure if it was the sunburn or just sheer embarrassment. She picked up her cold drink and raised it to her lips in silent response. She had nothing to add to the conversation.
"Oh come on...you're nearly nineteen and you haven't even...?" Wanda leaned her elbow on the table, pressing her cheek against her hand, staring at her almost as if she were some mystifying specimen she were trying to understand and visually dissect. Her expression was so serious and curious. "Why not?"
Why not? Rogue supposed. Why not just talk to Wanda about it? It almost somehow felt as if it would make sense to right at that moment. Wanda and she shared a strange history, they shared similar problems. Who better to talk to? Maybe she'd understand? Or maybe not. Maybe it would be good to unload the things she couldn't talk to her therapist and psychiatrist about. Maybe it would be good to have a woman to share these things with, to really talk about the things other women talked about.
"Ah don't know," Rogue shrugged, finally finding a way to speak again, "just never had it in me, I guess."
"Everyone does it," Wanda confessed, "oh sure, they'll lie about it to save face, but when the lights are out or there's a little extra time in the shower, everyone gets themselves off. It's just natural. Why do you think it's hard to find a free bathroom in this place in the morning? You think that's just showering going on?" she laughed, "they're hormonal teenagers and they're all doing it and lying about it."
Staring down into her drink, Rogue sighed. This was a horrible topic. She didn't want to think of the others doing that. It wasn't as if she had assumed no one did it, it was just that she liked to pretend they didn't for the sake of feeling more comfortable sharing the same bedrooms and bathrooms. This was horrible to think about. But now she had to.
Everyone did it, and she was supposed to be doing the same. Curiosity and instinct was supposed to have dictated it be that way but Rogue couldn't even stand looking at herself, how was she supposed to stand touching herself in the way Wanda was suggesting? Even trying to finish off the damage Remy had done to her back in November had been bad enough that one time. She'd never attempted to since.
"Not everyone lies," Rogue pointed out.
"Okay, so you're the exception to the rule," Wanda supposed, gazing at her, intense blue eyes so very intrigued. "But you and Remy must have fucked around...he spent all that time in your room...and Remy is a fucking sex addict, you're telling me you didn't at least let him do some exploration?"
"It never got to that," Rogue said quickly, "we weren't together long enough. And can we please not talk about him."
"Okay, sorry," Wanda sighed, "I just...I don't get it. How do you get to nineteen and not have had at least one orgasm...it's fucking nature. Even dogs and rabbits hump shit to get off..."
"Yeah well Ah'm not a dog or a rabbit, and Ah don't hump anythin'," Rogue frowned, she tore her eyes away from Wanda and looked through the coffee shop window, it overlooked the downstairs of the mall and there was plenty to see to try and distract herself from her humiliation.
"The best way to do it is just...you know, get a vibrator, I mean, if you're not sure how...it's pretty hard to not get it right with one."
"Enough..."
"There's a sex shop on the second floor," Wanda admitted, "we could hit there after we eat..."
"Ah don't want to go buy a vibrator for God's sake, Wanda."
"Why not? It's like...the ultimate must have for any girl."
"Not for me."
"You think Storm doesn't have one? Or Jean? I bet that tightly wound redhead has a whole load of them. I doubt that fuck head Summers is servicing her at all. She probably goes through a ton of batteries every week."
"Jesus, shut up all right? I don't want a fucking vibrator and I don't want to know who has them."
"You don't even have the urge? The curiousity?"
"No," Rogue snapped.
"So...what? Are you telling me you're asexual?" Wanda asked casually, raising an eyebrow.
"What?" Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"You know, asexual...someone who doesn't like sex, who doesn't think about it...no urge at all..."
"No...Ah'm not asexual," Rogue repeated, "Just...Ah don't know, it's hard to explain. Ah guess Ah always just figured Ah was gonna always be like this, you know? Like...not able to do anythin' with someone else so...why bother?"
"Because at least you'd get off."
"What difference would it make?"
"A lot," Wanda shrugged, "relieves the tension, helps you sleep. If you like I could give you tips..."
"No thanks," Rogue frowned, "Ah don't need tips..."
"I could probably give you a toy, I have tons of shit I don't even use."
"Okay, enough," Rogue grumbled, "Ah don't want to talk about it and Ah don't want your cast off sex toys."
"I mean one of the ones I've never used before...still in the packaging," Wanda laughed.
"Ah don't want any of your sex shit. It's all gross."
"How would you know?"
"Ah've seen the kind of shit you keep in your drawers."
"Oh, and how did you see that?" Wanda asked lightly, now intrigued.
"That's not the point," Rogue stated; why go into the fact she'd stolen flavoured condoms from Wanda's dresser one night so she could use the on Remy? She was sure the invasion of privacy would only be a sore point.
"Wait..." said Wanda after a moment, she pointed at her, "that's where those condoms went, isn't it!" she realised, she started laughing, "you stole them!"
"No," Rogue's face flushed hotter, her entire body flushed with it.
"Oh come on, admit it. You took them. For what? To fill with water and throw at the boys? Or...did you actually use them?"
Rogue looked away, taking a deep breath. How could she be so open about these things and why could she just not open up?
"You used them," Wanda realised, "On Remy."
"Shut up, all right?" Rogue pleaded.
"I thought you said you didn't do anything!" Wanda laughed.
"Ah didn't say that...christ, it's complicated, just drop it..."
"Just tell me," Wanda suggested, "it isn't like I haven't done it myself."
Rogue looked down, remembering the entire event all too well. The good parts, the bad parts...the slightly confusing parts. "Look...Ah admit it, okay? Ah took them, lets just...leave it at that..."
"To use on Remy, clearly," Wanda smirked.
"Shut up!"
"He tastes like shit you know," said Wanda after a moment, sipping from her iced drink all so casually as if she were discussing the weather. "I mean...I remember getting really mad at you and making a comment about it once...about how I could do that for him, but...I hated doing it for him. It's the worst tasting stuff ever, made me feel sick."
Raising her eyes up to Wanda, Rogue winced inwardly remembering this part specifically. Without even a thought, she said, "Ah know."
Wanda made a face, "Metallic, right? Sort of like...I don't know, like bad shellfish right off the shell..."
This was a horrible topic. Was this what Wanda expected? To become friends over the talk of oral sex with the same man? Rogue sighed and stared down at the muffin she didn't remotely feel like eating any more regardless of hunger.
"It's his bad diet," Wanda decided, "all that red meat he eats, and the smoking...completely changes the taste."
"Can we not discuss this...?"
"I guess the fact you did that with him means there is some stuff you can do...you're not all that limited."
"Yes Ah am...now more than ever..."
"There has to be some way that you could figure out a way to get all the way with a guy without it being dangerous..."
"Drop it," Rogue warned, getting irritable now. How many times had she asked Wanda to drop the subject and she'd been ignored?
"Sorry, was just...trying to help," Wanda sighed, her expression suddenly a little conflicted and apologetic.
"Why?" Rogue asked suddenly, "why try to help me? Why are you bein' nice to me so much lately?"
Wanda shrugged, "You're...one of the only people who've actually been remotely nice to me without having anything to gain from it, I guess," she chewed her lip. "Back before I took all those pills and nearly died...when my dad pushed me away...you were there for me..."
The incident came flooding back to Rogue; the hysterical tears, Wanda's seeking approval and love from her father and being pushed away.
"I'm sick of being enemies, Rogue. I just want to get over that and have some kind of life in Bayville...you and me like the same things, the same music, the same movies, the same types of clothes. It'd be nice if we could be friends."
Rogue wasn't sure if she trusted Wanda enough to call her a friend. She was still too uneasy about the things that had happened in the past to be able to trust it. She wasn't sure she even trusted Wanda enough to call her an acquaintance. Right now, Wanda was just...well...she was Wanda, and that was as far as Rogue was willing to accept for the time being.
She sighed a little, "We should probably get back home soon, it's getting late."
"Yeah," Wanda glanced towards the clock in the cafe. "I guess you're right."
She couldn't help but note the look on Wanda's face was one of disappointment. Did the girl really want to be friends? Or was it all an act? Rogue didn't know what to believe about this girl any more. Everything she had known had been changed so much by the things she'd learned so recently.
Part of her wondered though if she just wanted to trust Wanda because she needed an ally, a friend who understood. Part of her wondered if she wanted to trust Wanda because she felt she had no one else who did.
Either way, she supposed eventually Wanda would prove if she could be trusted or not. It was only a matter of time.
End of Part Twenty-Eight
Well hopefully not too many people are mortified by Wanda's behaviour in this short chapter. A leopard doesn't change its spots and all that ;) Interesting how many people like the Wanda and Rogue dynamic but are still quick to distrust her. Sure there'll be more thoughts and opinions on that this time around.
Thanks as always for the awesome and lengthy reviews, such interesting observations. I really appreciate it when people take the time to review, it means a lot to me :) Hope you all have a good week, :)
