THE WRONG KIND OF RIGHT
Chapter 3: Rooftop Conversation
No matter how hard Rogue tried, she couldn't concentrate with Kitty blasting the latest 2gether CD, and the sounds of Jubilee eating Pop Rocks and playing South Park on PS2. That was the sucky part about sharing a room with your two best friends, no privacy. Rogue sighed heavily and headed for her secret spot.
When she got there, she found it wasn't so secret. Somebody was already there. "Hi," the new boy looked up at Rogue from his perch on the mansion's rooftop. "Hey," she replied, sitting down next to him. He layed back down and put his hands behind his head. "Nice night, eh?"
"Yea, the stars are real pretty tonight..." Rogue said, "...uh...we didn't really get a chance to talk earlier. Ah'm Marie." Gambit stared at the hand extended towards him in friendship, and then up into the emerald eyes of it's owner. "I know, chere...I'm Remy. Remy LeBeau," he took her gloved hand and noted that she had quite a grip for a girl. His eyebrows knitted for a second. "Why ya always wearin' dose t'ings?" he asked, genuinely curious, as she never took them off. Rogue blushed, then faultered. Finally she said, "You don't wanna know, trust me, you really don't."
"Fair enough, belle." On any other night, Remy would have been more than happy to be in the presence of a beautiful girl like Marie. On this night, however, his mind was on other things. He went back to staring at the stars. His thoughts drifted to his past life, before he had ever heard of Xavier's school. "So, where ya from, Mr. LeBeau?"
Remy had just begun thinking that maybe he could find a way to belong here. Rogue's question was so sudden that it startled him even though he had felt her presence the whole time. He glanced sidelong at her and saw that she had mimicked his position. "N'Awlins," he answered.
"Are ya Creole?"
"Dunno, but I was raised as such."
Rogue propped up on her elbows and cocked her to the side. "Whadda ya mean?"
"I was 'dopted, chere."
"Oh, Ah see."
"Do ya, chere? Do ya really anyt'ing 'bout me?"
"Ah think Ah do."
"...Bet I can tell ya where ya're from..."
"Really?"
Gambit nodded.
"You're on. Go ahead, Mr. LeBeau, tell me all about mahself."
"Well, from y'accent, I'd say ya're from Deep South, maybe Georgia?"
"Mississippi"
Gambit shrugged. "Close 'nuff. Bet ya had this nice, big house, an' ya parents were still t'gether after twenty-some-odd years. Ya had a crush on the boy next door who was ya best friend far back as ya c'n 'member...an' ya mama played somethin'...piano?
"Geez...What are ya? A 'path?"
"Non, I just pick up on dese t'ings sometimes...Wheels be callin' it "empat'y"... 'Sides, chere, it's in ya eyes." There was a moment of awkward silence between them. Remy was the one to break it. "So, ya got lotsa friends?"
Rogue shrugged, "Well, besides Jubes and Kitty, there's Kurt, Bobby, and Evan. Not alot, but we're all tight,"she said. Gambit nodded. There was another moment of awkward silence and again it was Remy who broke it. "So...ya...got a boyfriend?..."
Rogue scrunched up her face at the notion, "Naw," shaking her head. Gambit just gave her a look, "Are ya sure?" he asked. Rogue nodded vehemently, "Yep, Ah'm quite sure." Gambit eyed her sidelong, " How 'bout dat Wo'va'rine guy?"
"Who? Logan? Are ya kiddin'? He doesn't lahke me!" Rogue said a little defensively. Gambit rolled his eyes at her outright denial that there was anything between herself and Logan. "Whatevah, chere. I saw de way he be lookin' at ya in detention today. It wasn't right. He could be ya father. Or maybe ya granpa."
"He's ain't that old. 'Sides, whadda you care? What, ya jealous, or somethin' ?"
"No, I-- why should I be?"
That stung Rogue. She wanted Remy to be at least a little jealous. But why? Then the answer came to her. Marie, what're ya doin' fallin' in love with two different men?, she thought to herself.
"I'm just sayin', chere, watch out foh dat guy."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Till next time, loyal readers! I'll try to have the next chap up within a week or so.
