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Entry number forty-eight:

Ten

Yes, from my recollection of the events, I quoted ten songs in my demented apology.

What is wrong with me?

Okay, so after I spent another 10 minutes in the rec room, typing up my last entry, and procrastinating the act of doing Logan's bidding, I figured I'd put it off long enough.

Time to bite the bullet, as they say, which I never really understood until now.

I reluctantly started towards the girls wing, and I swear I heard the Death March in my head. You know, the song that you never actually hear at funerals unless it's in movies? That one. To my surprise, as I got closer and closer to the girls wing, I realized I wasn't hearing Logan. Maybe he'd given up? One can only hope, right?

I rounded the corner and stopped.

Nope. He hadn't given up. Just given up banging on the door and hollering. He was leaning against the door frame with one hand, and he glared at me when I came into view.

Eep.

I offered him a kind of grimace smile and closed the distance between us as slowly as naturally possible.

About halfway there was when I realized that Logan was no longer beating down the door because the two people inside the room weren't exactly making nice. They were probably too busy yelling at one another to notice him trying to beat down the door anyway.

I stopped at the door and the grimace smile returned. "Hey. I heard you were looking for me?"

He narrowed his eyes and growled, because he knew that I knew damn well he had been looking for me.

I heard Rogue yell something about "stupid cards" and I crossed my arms. "I'm not letting you in there. You'll have to break down the door."

He didn't acknowledge my comment. Instead he looked at the door and shook his head. "You were lying this whole time? About you and the Cajun?"

"Obviously." I replied, before the words had gone through my mental filter. Logan cut his eyes to me quickly and I back pedaled a bit. "I mean... y'know..." And then I gestured towards the door. "I wasn't doing it for him." I added, as if it would make it easier for Logan to cope with.

"So you going all mental had nothing to do with him?"

I considered my answer very carefully for a moment. I could be outraged that he called me mental, but that probably wasn't the best response to go with. Eventually I shook my head, "No, not... directly."

We went quiet, listening to the sound of Remy holler at Rogue for calling his trench coat tacky. Then I cleared my throat, "I'm sorry. You know... for saying you bend the rules for sex. I'm sure you're not that easy."

The corner of his mouth actually tugged up into a smirk.

I had succeeded in making Logan smile. With a joke too, not something stupid that I did, like trip over a chair. This was probably the highlight of my day.

"There is one thing I just have to ask you." Since he seemed to be tollerating my presence, I thought that was a good chance to ask. "How come you're all up in arms over Rogue dating Remy, but when you thought it was me, you hardly gave a crap. I mean, it's not like they can do anything. It totally goes along with your chastity belt rule." And then I may have sounded a bit pathetic and meek when I asked, "Do you like her more than me?"

Logan let out what sounded to me like a sigh, and looked at me, "It's nothing personal Half Pint,"

I hate it when he calls me that.

"If it actually had been you... then at least I know it would have just been, uh... physical." He grimaced a bit when he said the word. But I probably did too. "But with Stripes... I just don't want anyone getting emotionally attached."

"I could have been emotionally attached to Remy too you know."

"Sure, but Gumbo wouldn't have been attached to you." He said with a simple shrug. "You're less complex."

"Ouch." I crossed my arms and leaned with my back against the door. "Geeze... way to kick a girl while she's down. I'm having probably the worst day in the history of my entire life, so why not choose now to tell me that I'm shallow?"

"Not shallow." He pursed his lips together, "Spunky."

I rolled my eyes because that is like, one of the last things a girl wants to be called. That's something you call your dog. Or your kid. I mean, sure it's true. I'm probably more high maintenance than Remy would ever want to deal with, but yeesh.

And then while I was pouting he reached out and patted my head, "You have had a pretty rough day, haven't you."

"I woke up pregnant." I said through a pout. "With Remy's kid to boot. Or possibly Lance's. I've heard I'm not sure. I guess I get around like that."

"You aren't seeing that shit bag again, are you? I don't like him." Logan frowned.

I shook my head, about to inform him that he's not a shit bag, when the door ripped open behind me and I fell backwards into Remy. Thank God he held me up, because my tailbone is still sore from my fall on the bathroom floor.

Logan's eyes instantly grew angry when he saw Remy and he growled a little bit before reaching out and grabbing his shirt collar with one hand. I was literally stuck in the middle, with my back against Remy.

"You." Logan rumbled and the claws on his free hand shot out with a sickening SHINK.

My eyes grew really wide and I put my hands on Logan's chest to try to push him backwards. That's like trying to move a cement wall. "Relax Logan..."

"I'm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, thank you very much Logan." Rogue said from behind us.

Logan looked past us at Rogue and his eyes narrowed. "You got some serious explaining to do."

"I don't have to explain jack shit!" She shouted. "Especially not to you. Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Uh Rogue... you're not helping." I squeaked.

"There's nothing to explain." Remy said curtly, "Just a stupid mistake. Nothing more."

"You got that right." Rogue spat.

"Guys, I'm really not comfortable. Like, really." I said from my position sandwiched between the two of them. Please keep your dirty comments to yourself.

So not cool.

Logan let go of Remy and took a step back, keeping his dangerously narrowed eyes fixed on him and his claws out, ready to slice and dice.

I pulled Remy out of the room and then gave him a shove down the hall, still keeping my body between pissed off Logan and pissed off Remy, and my eyes on the frighteningly sharp claws. "We are so totally even Remy. You understand me?"

I totally just saved his sorry ass.

But he didn't respond. Eventually Logan's claws retracted and his stance relaxed, and I'm assuming that was when Remy was no longer in sight.

"You alright Kitty?"

I nodded, even though I feel a little bit mentally scarred. "Yes. Just... go take a chill pill." I glanced at Rogue over my shoulder, "I'll take it from here."

Logan (thankfully) didn't argue. He trudged off down the hall and I stepped into the room, shutting the door behind me. I eyed Rogue for a moment before asking, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I don't want to talk about it."

Mental eye roll. She always effing pulls this shit. I started to mentally prepare myself for another week of emo music and silent brooding when she blurted out,

"What is wrong with me Kitty? I can't stand him! Why did you let me date him!"

"Let you?" I felt my eyebrows shoot up into my hairline, "You didn't even tell me about it! Remember? I could have told you it was a horrible idea if you'd have informed me about it in the first place."

She let out a frustrated grunt and shook her head, "He gets on every last one of my nerves. I don't even want to be in the same room as him anymore."

"So... I guess the talk didn't go so well?"

"Y'think?" She started to pace, so I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs. "He comes in here and he's all "Why didn't you just tell me you were embarrassed about your powers?" and I'm like "I would have, if it were the truth. Which it's not." and then he gets all high and mighty on me, telling me that it most certainly is and then he starts telling me that I'm just hiding behind them..." She made another frustrated growl.

"Well, he's right though. Isn't he?"

She looked at me with wide eyes and threw her hands up in the air. "Of course he's not right! Why would I be embarrassed about them? I don't want to talk about it."

Uhhh yeah. So it doesn't take a genius to figure out that's totally the reason, and that Rogue's in a bit of denial. I just shrugged and said "Okay."

"What do you mean okay?" She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at me. "You never just say okay."

"I'm not having a great day. And I'm not in the mood to meddle." I said, which is totally true. "So if you don't want to talk about it, then... okay."

"Okay." She sat down hard next to me on the bed and nodded.

And then we sat silently on my bed, enjoying one another's silence.

After a while, I let out a sigh, "I'm hungry. I haven't eaten since like, last Tuesday. Did you want to come down with me?"

She shook her head, so I stood up and moved to the door.

"Let me know if you wanna talk."

She nodded and I left.

That was it.

At least so far.

I'm just praying that my bad day stays bad, and doesn't make a turn towards downright shitty. I know you're thinking I should be praying for my bad day to turn good, but let's be realistic here:

I woke up a pregnant slut, had my bestie reveal to everyone that I really truly wasn't a pregnant slut - but a helpful liar, got shut down by Pete after pouring my heart out through horrible excerpts from numerous song lyrics, and was literally caught in the middle of a Logan and Remy fight, which basically just makes me feel dirty and in need of a shower.

Unless my mother calls and says we just won the lotto, or someone runs up and informs me that I've just been Punked, I don't see things improving any time soon. And considering the way Pete looked at me, with sheer... disappointment... I can't see him attempting to make my day any brighter.

Damn.

Where's Ashton Kutcher when you need him?