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Entry number forty-nine:

Well, my crumby day didn't get any worse.

So that's good right?

I woke up this morning feeling optimistic and bright. Maybe things would turn around for me. Maybe now that people understood the whole Darth Kitty fiasco a little more, they'd be a little bit more kind. Maybe after Rogue's tirade about treating family like crap would really have sunk in for them and they'd treat me with a little more respect.

One can dream.

I jumped in the bathroom before Rogue was up, showered and dressed, feeling perky enough to hum to myself and practice a few Beyonce moves in the mirror while I put on some make-up.

Do not tell me that I'm the only one who does that, because I refuse to believe it.

I made my way down to the kitchen for some breakfast and to my delight, nobody said a word to me. There were only a few people around, but I didn't get any stares, any questions about morning sickness, any giggles and whispers behind my back. In fact, I wouldn't have been shocked to learn that they hadn't even noticed my presence. Everything was looking like it was back to normal.

Then Tabby sidled up next to me and smiled, "So, do you accept credit cards? Because I know that Bobby would very much be interested in a date. All inclusive of course, if you catch my drift..."

My shoulders slumped and my smile wavered. "I don't know Tabby, why don't you just ask your mom?"

So now I'm being paid to date people.

But I guess there was a little bit of bitch left in me, because my response got me a tiny bit of respect from the guys who were currently laughing at Tabs.

Then Logan walked in and narrowed his eyes, scanning the room like he was looking for a fight, and the giggling boys shut right up. I don't think he'd heard the bitchy dialogue between the two of us. I think he just suspected that giggling boys generally never meant anything good.

"Who drank all the coffee?" He grunted, moving past Tabby and I to the almost-empty coffee pot. Chances are he was going on his 4th cup of the morning, and that he was responsible for the disappearing beverage, but nobody said anything and he grumbled as he started making more.

"He's not much of a morning person, is he?" Emma came to a stop next to me and gave Tabby a look that sent her away wordlessly.

I replied stupidly, "He's not much of an anything person."

Logan heard that. He glared at me from over his shoulder and I gave him my best and biggest grin.

I quickly grabbed a mini box of Fruit Loops off the counter and high-tailed it out of there, sensing that my bitchy ways were resurfacing too easily, and that I should probably get far away before Logan remembered just how angry he'd been with me.

Even though we'd made nice and everything, he won't forget. He never forgets.

I mean, he generally never forgets. The whole memory loss thing doesn't count.

I made it all the way to the empty rec room before I realized that Emma had followed me.

"I hope you don't mind the company." She said, clearly not caring if I minded the company or not.

"No." I shrugged, because I really didn't mind. And then I cracked open my mini box of cereal, thinking to myself how miniature things always make me feel like a giant. I'm a giant eating a regular sized box of Fruit Loops. Of course I'm going to eat them dry and out of the box. Where would I find a big enough bowl? Spoon? And think of all the milk... oh, the milk...

Emma let out a laugh and sat down on the couch, "You crack me up Kitty."

"It's totally not polite to read people's minds you know." I huffed.

"I know." She shrugged and let out a breath. "But I must say you're projecting quite clearly today. Your mind is running a mile a minute, and when you're not thinking of Fruit Loops, and of trying to stay optimistic, you're thinking of the Russian."

I shoved a few sugary circles in my mouth and acted like I totally didn't know what she was talking about, which was obviously a stupid thing to do with a telepath, but I stuck to my guns.

She smiled at me and took my fake ignorance as a challenge. "It's understandable. He's got an incredibly amazing body, and a face that could sink ships. And his ass-"

"Stop it." I hissed, sitting down next to her on the couch. She just grinned at me like the Cheshire Cat and leaned back into the cushions.

"So you're interested in him?"

"It doesn't matter." I crammed another mouthful of Fruit Loops into my mouth and crunched on them before mumbling, "He's not interested in me."

"What makes you say that?"

I looked at her and frowned. "Like you don't already know. You probably picked it out of my brain before I even sat down."

"Oh Kitty," She waved a hand with an irritated breath, "I have better things to do with my time than go rooting around in everybody's minds for silly little secrets. Besides, it's rude." And then she gave me a cheeky grin.

"We were a little bit... of a thing. I mean, like, we almost were." I sank back into the couch cushions and sighed, "And I totally effed it all up. And now he just wants to be friends. And I totally don't blame him. I mean, would you blame him?"

"No." She said simply, failing to make me feel any better. Although, I'm sure that wasn't her intent anyway.

"And I can't talk to Rogue about any of it because she's already got her junk going on, the last thing she wants to hear about is my pathetic excuse for a relationship with Pete."

"Mmhmm." She nodded, and then we sat in silence. Emma reached over and took a few Fruit Loops from my mini box and shrugged. "Things can be done to amend this."

"Huh?"

"I can make him interested." And then she tapped her temple with a knowing look.

"Really?" I squinted at her, "I thought that was against the rules."

She scoffed lightly and shook her head, "What rules?"

"You know... Can't bring anyone back from the dead. Can't make anyone fall in love. No wishing for more wishes."

She graciously stifled a smirk. "That's genies honey. I can do anything."

I believe her.

"No. I could never do that. I wouldn't want someone to be forced into caring about me. It's not the same. It's not right." I looked at her. "You'd never actually do that... would you?"

"Of course not." She shook her head.

I wasn't 100% sure that was the truth, but I let it drop. I'd hate to think of her brainwashing Scott into leaving Jean. She seemed a mite bit malicious, but she wasn't evil, and I'm sure she's no dummy.

"Asking particular questions help me understand people's true intentions. Your words may be dishonest, but your brain doesn't lie." She explained without my asking. "That's all."

"Why the hell would I lie?" I shoved some more Fruit Loops into my mouth. "Geeze."

"Old habits die hard. Don't take it personally." She plucked a few more Fruit Loops out of my mini box and paused before dropping them in her mouth. "Jean doesn't leave Scott's side. And she certainly doesn't leave us alone together."

I looked at her for a long moment while she crunched on her Fruit Loops, before eventually asking, "What do you mean?"

"Even if I wanted to, I'd never have a chance to brainwash him, as you put it."

As I put it INTERNALLY. As a THOUGHT. In my HEAD.

Jean would never eavesdrop into someone's brain like that.

"Well, I'm not Jean." She added with a grin.

I let out a long sigh and nodded. If I wanted to be gal pals with Emma Frost, I guess I'd just have to get used to being an open book.

"Piotr would be lucky to have you Kitty. Give him some time. He'll figure it out eventually."

I forced a smile that didn't reach my eyes, because I thought that was a load of bull and she was just trying to make me feel better. "Thanks."

"I'm being honest Kitty." Emma patted my knee. "You'll see."

I heard Rogue call my name from the doorway behind us and I crained my neck to give her a smile. "Morning!"

"They told me you came down this way, I thought you could use some company." She said, eyeing Emma like she was an open bag of garbage on the couch next to me.

Emma simply smiled back at Rogue. "The more the merrier!"

Rogue smiled. I mean, at least I think it was supposed to be a smile. It looked more like a sneer to me. She moved around the couch and sat down in the arm chair closest to me.

I don't care what anyone says. I don't care how much Emma tells me she's not into Gambit, and how much Rogue tells me she can't stand Gambit... there was clearly some alpha female stuff going on here.

"So I hear you managed to piss Logan off already today." Rogue said to me. "Is that why you're hiding in here?"

"Little bit." I gave her a guilty smile.

"And why are you hiding in here?" Emma directed her innocent gaze towards Rogue.

"I already said. I thought Kitty could use some company." She snipped with a hand tossed in my direction. This was a lie of course, but I was too smart to call Rogue out on it.

"Oh. I thought it would have had to do with your ex." Emma said easily with a flip of her hand.

Rogue tensed up and narrowed her eyes. "Of course not. What do you think I am, some kind of chicken shit?"

Emma's eyes grew hard in spite of the easy grin she kept on her lips and she tilted her head to the side ever so slightly. "Perhaps just a little."

Ooooooh Nelly... Rogue was practically twitching with the effort that it took to keep her from lunging across the coffee table at Emma. "Then I guess you'd better hope we never end up on the same team in a battle."

(Read: You better watch your back, bitch.)

"We're always on the same team." Emma said with an air of scorn.

(Read: Bring it.)

Rogue's eyes gave Emma a once over and she hummed to herself. "True."

(Read: I could totally take you.)

Emma leaned forward and rested her forearms on her knees. "And I'm sure I have nothing to worry about."

(Read: You wish.)

Rogue's eyes looked furious. But she uncharacteristically kept her temper under control.

"I'm incredibly uncomfortable right now." I said honestly... because come on. This was right up there with the Logan/Remy sandwich. I mean, not nearly as icky, but definatly pretty uncomfortable.

...Okay, so it was nothing like the sandwich, but it was still pretty sucky.

Emma didn't take her eyes off of Rogues, but she said, "We're just having a friendly conversation, Kitty."

"Yeah." I said looking over to Rogue still looked mad enough to spit nails. "Well this was fun. I'm gunna go."

I don't even think they noticed that I stood up and phased myself through the couch, taking the quickest possible route to the exit. I reached the end of the hall, thinking that the rec room was the last place on earth I'd want to be at that moment.

That was when I ran into Pete as he was coming around the corner. Literally.

Boy had I been wrong.

THIS was the last place on earth I wanted to be. Looking like an idiot in front of Pete, again, while I stumbled over yet another apology.

Ugh.

I was seriously so embarrassed that I ran to my room and locked myself in for half the day.

So much for optimism.