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Entry number twenty-nine:
You got some 'splaining to do! Like... mega, big time 'splaining.
About 12 seconds.
Haha! I fooled you guys... you guys probably all thought that I wandered my way back up to my room, wrote my last bloggy-doo and then started meddling.
Wrong.
As soon as Pete's door closed behind me, I totes heard voices coming from Remy's room.
I turned my nose up at it, because after all, I promised. And a promise from Pyrde is good as gold. At least that's what my dad always said when I was a kid. But that was before he left my mom. I guess that particular promise wasn't quite as good as gold, now was it? So I guess technically, the saying is null and void, leaving me free to do whatever the heck I want!
And at that moment, I so wanted more than anything, just to meddle. Just a little.
But this is Pete! I promised PETE! It won't look good if he opens his door and I got my head stuck through the wall like a weird-o... will it? Keep movin' Kit. Just keep movin'.
I walked halfway down the hall, which took roughly 8 seconds, and then I heard a laugh. A woman laugh. The last four seconds were used to speed walk back towards Remy's door. Hence: 12 seconds.
I mean come on. What if it was Rogue! I needed to know what to expect when I faced her again. Was she going to be listening to her music on regular speakers, or were they by chance on the mend? Was she going to look into getting a cat, or was she considering going on vacation with him? These are things I needed to know! They're important!
So I casually glided my hand along the wall, discreetly knocking now and then until I could casually tell whereabouts the closet was located, casually of course. Nothing to see here folks, just checkin' for studs. (Like in the wall. Not like... Leo DiCaprio in Titanic.) Finally, I hear the sweet spot. Which is, hallow, but muffled. It's caused by the closed proximity of the closet... these are things you learn when you can walk through walls, closets are important. So I casually glance down the hall before I casually phase through the wall. Right into the closet. Bingo. Nice and casual. (I need to get a thesaurus.) None the wiser.
My first thought is "Holy crap, Remy's closet is like, totally immaculate." It is. I mean... like wow. A place for everything and everything in its place. I imagine this is so that he can tell if something is missing. Probably from his days on the streets with the Artful Dodger. Or maybe I'm thinking of someone else. Anyway, saying it's neat would be a horrible understatement. So after I gawp at the cleanliness of such a figuratively greasy man, I remember I'm on a mission.
A woman laughs again. It's a light laugh, one that wouldn't easily be heard from the hall, but there's one thing I know for sure. That's totally not Rogue. TOTALLY. NOT. ROGUE. And my blood suddenly runs icy cold.
My first instinct is to jump through the closet like a cheetah and attack. He'd never expect it. And then I realize that if he didn't expect it, there is a slight chance that I might get blown up.
Not good.
I'm wearing my favorite shirt.
So I do what any dedicated bestie would do; I creep towards the closet door and try to peek out through the cracks, straining my ears to hear anything above a hushed whisper. I squint, and close one eye, and tip my head to the side ever so slightly, trying to get a better damn view. Eventually I settled on the limited view I had; the back of some blond chick's head, sitting on Remy's bed. (That rhymed.)Dressed all in white. (No, not red. Too bad, cuz that would have been an epic rhyme.) And Remy looking at her with his bedroom eyes. Which is fitting, since their in his bedroom, but totally makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little. The blond woman leans back casually on her hand, and crosses her long, white-boot-clad legs. Seriously, what's with all the white?
...maybe she's trying to get into Remy's subconscious... you know... white=virgin. But if this chick is a virgin, then I'm the pope. F'realzies.
She motions for Remy to join her on the bed, and by this point, I'm starting to feel a tad uncomfortable. A little angry, yes. Absolutely. Remy like, JUST stopped seeing Rogue. And if he moves on before she does, I'm going to end up listening to My Chemical Romance anytime I walk into my room for the foreseeable future. This is not okay.
Remy sits down next to her, far too close to be considered just plain friendly and leans in towards her. She inches towards him, close enough for her lips to brush against his ear as she whispers something to him. His back stiffens and he looks over his shoulder, and I swear to God he's looking right at me.
YIKES!
He stands up and moves towards the closet, and I ain't stickin' around to find out if he is actually walking towards the closet. I shoot out of there like a cheetah, back the way I came.
Nothin' to see here folks. Just wall jumping in my spare time.
Thankfully the hall was still empty, otherwise I would have had some 'splaining to do as to why I was bolting out of Remy's bedroom. Not a conversation I really want to have.
I hear the door swing open behind me and cringe at the thought that I've been almost caught, almost with my hand in the cookie jar.
"Kitty!" He bellows. I double cringe and spin around all innocent-like.
"Hey, what's up bud?"
He levels his gaze at me and I triple cringe, my eyes flicking down to the blond woman at his side. Damn. She's hot.
I'm suddenly struck with this like, vindictive urge. How dare he treat Rogue like that? How DARE he? I blame it on the adrenalin. "Excuse me? Don't give me that look. I should be giving you that look, mister."
His eyebrows perk up and he crosses his arms. Before he has a chance to respond I take a firm step towards him and jab my finger towards the space between us. "You think you're totally like, God's gift to women, don't you? You're pathetic!"
The corner of his mouth tugs up slightly in a look of utter disdain. "I seem to recall you being the pathetic one. Maybe we should ask Lance."
Hoooo nelly. He pushed the wrong button right there.
Just as I'm about to do my cheetah lunge towards him, Pete's door pulls open and he steps out, putting himself between us. It's a good thing too, cause I would have gone all kung fu on his ass. Kung fu cheetah.
"I wasn't meddling." I blurt out defensively. Pete looks at me like, Yeah, sure you weren't.
I lean around Pete and give Remy me best death glare. "Who the hell do you think you are? You have like, no heart."
"Do yourself a favor and mind your own business for once." He snaps.
Oh no he di'int.
"Let me guess... Ex-girlfriend?" Blondie has the gull to say with her arms folded over her massive chest, giving me a once over. Geeze louise, she's really hot. I mean, I'm not into chicks, but come on.
I sputter out an attempt at an offended scoff. "As if. Ex-not-even-friends!"
ZING.
I spin around on my heel and stomp back down the hall giving Pete a final "I wasn't meddling." Over my shoulder before I skulk off to my room.
This totally sucks. How the hell am I going to break this to Rogue?
