A Steel Magnolia's Guide to Mutation
Chapter six
Authors note: Here it is Debby, I should be good for another few weeks...right? Well anyway, I needed to be a teensy bit of angst into this chapter. Not too much, mind you, just enough...like Bridget Jones angst sort of, enough angst to keep it a light-hearted romantic comedy.
Journal,
The bottom has finally dropped out from under me. Here stands the DUMBEST girl that ever lived.
You see, I like Remy...a lot, but as usual, my feelings for Logan overpowered my feelings for Remy, and my whole relationship with my favorite Cajun sweetheart has been no more than an attempt at making Logan jealous. It worked.
After Logan walked out of the dance, I felt this urge to follow him. I was dancing with Remy for a whole minute before this urge hit me. I made some stupid excuse along the lines of I had to go reapply my face. The stupidity of this excuse was that the bathroom was in clear sight of Remy and I made a beeline for the other direction. Smart, right?
Logan was standing outside in the front entrance of the school, leaning up against a wall and smoking a cigar. God, he's sexy! I never could stand a boy that smoked, but something about him...Anyway, getting off track! I approached him, and he barely acknowledged my presence. Here is a faithful account of the conversation that followed:
"Logan," I said softly. He turned his eyes towards me.
"What exactly do you think you're playing at, Marie?"
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Don't play dumb with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"What if I do? How am I supposed to answer that?"
"Let's try honestly."
Well shit, here goes, I thought.
"I'm just a silly little girl attempting to see if you feel even a fraction of what I feel for you, satisfied?" He didn't answer me for the longest time, and I was ready to go back to the dance. I started to turn.
"Hold on, Marie. I think you knew how I felt long before I did."
"How could I be sure, Mr. Repress-every-little-thing-I-feel-because- feelings-are-for-pussies?"
"Fair enough...the point is, what you're doing is cruel, and even though I like the Cajun about as much as the next pain-in-the-ass, I don't like you stringing him along like that. I also hate that you take every opportunity you have to rub him in my face...those are below the belt tactics, and I don't like people who hit below the belt.
"For the time being, I don't want to see you anytime other than when you have my class. I don't think I have anything else to say to you for awhile, so just keep your distance."
By the time he finished saying this, I was a breath away from breaking down. I held it in, though.
"Why are you doing this? If you care about me, and I care about you, what else is there?"
"The conversation is over, Marie. We'll talk about this later, for now, I don't need to see your face."
This was bad. Very, VERY bad. This wasn't part of my plan at all! Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, on my way back into the school I saw Remy.
"You heard the whole thing, didn't you?" I asked. He nodded.
"I like you, cher. I think up until now I might've even loved you a little...but I'm not going to play second best to anyone."
The tears came on their own accord.
"I'm sorry, Remy!"
"It's okay, cher, I understand. I can't be a part of this anymore, though. Find someone else to be your dupe."
And there it is. Logan can't even look at me; Remy's upset, and I've been thrown back into Singleton status with a vengeance. There is no other option.
I need to get away from all of this for a little while. Prepare yourself, Journal, your ass is going to be at the bottom of a backpack for a little bit.
Rogue
Rogue hastily threw her journal into her backpack, followed by a flurry of undergarments, a few pairs of jeans, t-shirts, and an official Xavier Institute hoodie sweatshirt. She bemoaned the fact that her funding was low, as usual. Her discarded Halloween costume lay crumpled on the floor, and her roommates snored noisily in their beds, oblivious to the fact that their best friend was about to fly the coop. The whole house was exhausted from the events earlier that night, and Rogue herself was having trouble staying awake, as she carefully packed her necessities.
This was to be a temporary trip, just long enough for her to gather her thoughts, and see the two men she had wronged without wanting to die of embarrassment.
The brisk coldness hit Rogue hard as she stepped into the night air. She quickly pulled the red knit cap Kitty's mother had made for her over last year's Christmas break over her ears, and tied the strings securely under her chin. She exchanged her usual opera length gloves for the thick red wool mittens that were meant to match the cap. It had to be the coldest weather Rogue had ever run away in.
"Who built the ark? Noah, Noah. Who built the ark? Noah built the ark," Rogue sang to herself, to get her mind off of the cold, and the fact that she could be sleeping peacefully in a heated room by now.
"But you're a silly girl who thinks all problems can be solved by running away," she told herself out loud.
"Shut up, self," she answered, before realizing how stupid she appeared.
Rogue's destination was the train-station once again. Although, it didn't seem to take that long to walk there last time...was she lost? Rogue realized what with all of the inner-turmoil and singing to herself, she had taken a wrong turn, and was now in unfamiliar territory.
"Shit!"
"Nice one, dumb-ass," the self-deprecating side of her brain remarked.
"Okay, anyone could've made this mistake!"
"Yeah, but how many times have you run away from the institute...six?"
"Just the once, thank you very much!"
"Having troubles, Miss?" Came a voice from above.
"God?"
"Look up and guess again."
Rogue turned, and looked up towards the voice. Her heart dropped to her stomach when she saw none other than Magneto, hovering above her in a craft that she assumed was stolen. That went double for the megaphone he held in one hand.
"As if my day couldn't get any worse," Rogue grumbled, too cold to feel any real fear.
End of Chapter
Chapter six
Authors note: Here it is Debby, I should be good for another few weeks...right? Well anyway, I needed to be a teensy bit of angst into this chapter. Not too much, mind you, just enough...like Bridget Jones angst sort of, enough angst to keep it a light-hearted romantic comedy.
Journal,
The bottom has finally dropped out from under me. Here stands the DUMBEST girl that ever lived.
You see, I like Remy...a lot, but as usual, my feelings for Logan overpowered my feelings for Remy, and my whole relationship with my favorite Cajun sweetheart has been no more than an attempt at making Logan jealous. It worked.
After Logan walked out of the dance, I felt this urge to follow him. I was dancing with Remy for a whole minute before this urge hit me. I made some stupid excuse along the lines of I had to go reapply my face. The stupidity of this excuse was that the bathroom was in clear sight of Remy and I made a beeline for the other direction. Smart, right?
Logan was standing outside in the front entrance of the school, leaning up against a wall and smoking a cigar. God, he's sexy! I never could stand a boy that smoked, but something about him...Anyway, getting off track! I approached him, and he barely acknowledged my presence. Here is a faithful account of the conversation that followed:
"Logan," I said softly. He turned his eyes towards me.
"What exactly do you think you're playing at, Marie?"
"I don't know what you're talking about..."
"Don't play dumb with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about."
"What if I do? How am I supposed to answer that?"
"Let's try honestly."
Well shit, here goes, I thought.
"I'm just a silly little girl attempting to see if you feel even a fraction of what I feel for you, satisfied?" He didn't answer me for the longest time, and I was ready to go back to the dance. I started to turn.
"Hold on, Marie. I think you knew how I felt long before I did."
"How could I be sure, Mr. Repress-every-little-thing-I-feel-because- feelings-are-for-pussies?"
"Fair enough...the point is, what you're doing is cruel, and even though I like the Cajun about as much as the next pain-in-the-ass, I don't like you stringing him along like that. I also hate that you take every opportunity you have to rub him in my face...those are below the belt tactics, and I don't like people who hit below the belt.
"For the time being, I don't want to see you anytime other than when you have my class. I don't think I have anything else to say to you for awhile, so just keep your distance."
By the time he finished saying this, I was a breath away from breaking down. I held it in, though.
"Why are you doing this? If you care about me, and I care about you, what else is there?"
"The conversation is over, Marie. We'll talk about this later, for now, I don't need to see your face."
This was bad. Very, VERY bad. This wasn't part of my plan at all! Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, on my way back into the school I saw Remy.
"You heard the whole thing, didn't you?" I asked. He nodded.
"I like you, cher. I think up until now I might've even loved you a little...but I'm not going to play second best to anyone."
The tears came on their own accord.
"I'm sorry, Remy!"
"It's okay, cher, I understand. I can't be a part of this anymore, though. Find someone else to be your dupe."
And there it is. Logan can't even look at me; Remy's upset, and I've been thrown back into Singleton status with a vengeance. There is no other option.
I need to get away from all of this for a little while. Prepare yourself, Journal, your ass is going to be at the bottom of a backpack for a little bit.
Rogue
Rogue hastily threw her journal into her backpack, followed by a flurry of undergarments, a few pairs of jeans, t-shirts, and an official Xavier Institute hoodie sweatshirt. She bemoaned the fact that her funding was low, as usual. Her discarded Halloween costume lay crumpled on the floor, and her roommates snored noisily in their beds, oblivious to the fact that their best friend was about to fly the coop. The whole house was exhausted from the events earlier that night, and Rogue herself was having trouble staying awake, as she carefully packed her necessities.
This was to be a temporary trip, just long enough for her to gather her thoughts, and see the two men she had wronged without wanting to die of embarrassment.
The brisk coldness hit Rogue hard as she stepped into the night air. She quickly pulled the red knit cap Kitty's mother had made for her over last year's Christmas break over her ears, and tied the strings securely under her chin. She exchanged her usual opera length gloves for the thick red wool mittens that were meant to match the cap. It had to be the coldest weather Rogue had ever run away in.
"Who built the ark? Noah, Noah. Who built the ark? Noah built the ark," Rogue sang to herself, to get her mind off of the cold, and the fact that she could be sleeping peacefully in a heated room by now.
"But you're a silly girl who thinks all problems can be solved by running away," she told herself out loud.
"Shut up, self," she answered, before realizing how stupid she appeared.
Rogue's destination was the train-station once again. Although, it didn't seem to take that long to walk there last time...was she lost? Rogue realized what with all of the inner-turmoil and singing to herself, she had taken a wrong turn, and was now in unfamiliar territory.
"Shit!"
"Nice one, dumb-ass," the self-deprecating side of her brain remarked.
"Okay, anyone could've made this mistake!"
"Yeah, but how many times have you run away from the institute...six?"
"Just the once, thank you very much!"
"Having troubles, Miss?" Came a voice from above.
"God?"
"Look up and guess again."
Rogue turned, and looked up towards the voice. Her heart dropped to her stomach when she saw none other than Magneto, hovering above her in a craft that she assumed was stolen. That went double for the megaphone he held in one hand.
"As if my day couldn't get any worse," Rogue grumbled, too cold to feel any real fear.
End of Chapter