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Unhappy Campers
by Jillian
A sea of tables covered the lush grounds of the mansion on a warm summer afternoon. They were covered with white table cloths with candles and floral center pieces. The sun rays shown through a break in the clouds as a cool breeze blew through the trees. The bride and groom stood together beaming with joy after having just been pronounced husband and wife.
The Professor raised his glass to the happy couple, "Congratulations to Scott and Jean on this day. I believe we can all say it's about time".
"Thank you Professor, I couldn't agree more". Scott leaned over and kissed Jean. He took her hand and led her to the dancefloor in the midst of the other guests who were dancing their hearts out. Scott and Jean weren't the greatest dancers in the world but they looked like the happiest couple in the world. Friends, family, and most of the X-Men were having a good time as well...most of them.
Logan, Ororo, and Remy sat alone at a far table. Logan just sat there in his black tux hunched over the table with a grimace on his face and a cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. He stared intently at Jean as she danced with Scott. His eyes got lost in her fiery red hair and the mile-wide smile on her face. He knew they could never be together but he still couldn't help being angry.
Remy sat lazily in his chair as he watched the happy couple. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, which offset his red and black eyes that peered through his auburn hair. His white shirt was open at the collar displaying his stylish flare. Remy had a distant, yet sad look in his eyes. The figures on the dancefloor only appeared to move in blurs. Ever since Rogue and him split up, it took him a while to get back to his old self. He didn't want to admit it, but his heart was broken. Not only because she abandoned him, but also because she was the first woman he ever loved. Remy put on this facade of going out all night drinking, smoking, and dismissing most things with his usual charm. To anyone who didn't know him very well, he seemed to be the same. But the only people who knew he wasn't himself were sitting right next to him.
Ororo sat between the two. She was happy for Scott and Jean. She knew how much they loved each other and wished them a happy life. But Ororo wished she had the same love in her life. She had loved and lost like anyone, but people only saw her cool exterior. All anyone ever thought of her as was a leader. But she had feelings and desires like anyone else and hoped to find the love that Scott and Jean had. Ororo gazed at Jeans' flowing white dress as it swished along the floor when she danced. Ororo admired them and smiled happily when Jean looked over her shoulder and waved to her.
Ororo and Remy were both jolted back to reality when they heard the break of a glass. They turned to look and saw Logan sitting there with a shattered glass in his hands. Blood ran down his hand but he didn't seen to notice as he sat there stonefaced.
"Logan, are you alright", Ororo asked as she looked at him with concern.
"I'll be alright, darlin'...once I get the hell out here." And with that he walked off with his tux jacket draped over his shoulder.
Remy and Ororo watched him leave but decided not to follow. He just needed to cool off. They sat there for a few minutes more. Ororo knew how hurt Remy was and how much he tried to hide it. Remy was never quiet around her, but his silence was louder than any noise she had ever heard. She even glanced at him a few times and found him looking at Rogue sitting on the other side of the dancefloor with Bobby. Even though Rogue pretended not to notice Remy's gaze, both Ororo and Remy knew she saw him and the hurt in his face.
Ororo decided to cheer up her good friend and left the table for a moment. Remy realized he was really in his own world when he didn't even notice she was gone.
'Remy, ya got ta snap outa dis'
As if on cue, he saw Ororo walking towards him through the crowd. It suddenly hit him how gorgeous she was. The few sequins on her low cut, tight turquoise dress seemed to shine with her every step. Her warm blue eyes lit up whenever they caught the sunlight. Her luscious white hair hung delicately around her face as strands of it flew in the breeze. She walked slowly up to him with her hands behind her back and a little smile on her face. Remy smiled at her as he admired his beautiful friend.
"Hello, Stormy. I missed ya while ya was gone", Remy said happily.
"Well I have missed you too", meaning she missed having him back to his old self, "I have something for you", she said teasingly.
Remy's face perked up and a mischievous grin crossed his face. He joked with her, "Don' tease me chere, Ah'm better at dat den you are" .
When she laughed Remy noticed how her smile brightened up her whole face. He had always been able to make her laugh, but it was then that he realized how much she affected him. He was happy when she was happy. His whole demeanor changed when they were together. They had the kind of relationship that even the best of friends would envy. He couldn't imagine life without her there. It gave him comfort knowing that she was his best friend and always would be.
Ororo brought forth her hand in which she held a single white rose.
"Pour vous", she said as she presented it to him.
Remy took the rose and looked up at Ororo. He smiled as he twirled it in his hand. Ororo cared for Remy so much and hoped to cheer him up; she couldn't stand to see him sad.
"I didn't know ya spoke french, Stormy", Remy was surprised and a little amused to hear her speak it so well.
"I had a good teacher", Ororo then extended her arm to Remy, "may I have this dance?"
Remy took her soft hand in his and kissed it gently. Ororo loved to see his frequent displays of southern charm.
"Da pleasure is all mine, mon cherie".
As they walked hand in hand to the dancefloor, he could feel the warmth from her hand. They stood in the middle of the floor for a moment as the music began. As the first few notes were heard, Remy drew Ororo into his arms placing one arm around her curvaceous figure while he held Ororo's hand in his. Ororo rested her other hand against his shoulder making her arm drape along side his and they danced.
Remy tilted his face towards her and stared into her eyes for a moment before managing to say three little words...
"Thank you, Stormy".
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NOTE: I'm not done yet. There WILL be a second chapter to this, I just have to write it.
So don't worry, if you like this so far there will be more.... promise.
Unhappy Campers
by Jillian
A sea of tables covered the lush grounds of the mansion on a warm summer afternoon. They were covered with white table cloths with candles and floral center pieces. The sun rays shown through a break in the clouds as a cool breeze blew through the trees. The bride and groom stood together beaming with joy after having just been pronounced husband and wife.
The Professor raised his glass to the happy couple, "Congratulations to Scott and Jean on this day. I believe we can all say it's about time".
"Thank you Professor, I couldn't agree more". Scott leaned over and kissed Jean. He took her hand and led her to the dancefloor in the midst of the other guests who were dancing their hearts out. Scott and Jean weren't the greatest dancers in the world but they looked like the happiest couple in the world. Friends, family, and most of the X-Men were having a good time as well...most of them.
Logan, Ororo, and Remy sat alone at a far table. Logan just sat there in his black tux hunched over the table with a grimace on his face and a cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. He stared intently at Jean as she danced with Scott. His eyes got lost in her fiery red hair and the mile-wide smile on her face. He knew they could never be together but he still couldn't help being angry.
Remy sat lazily in his chair as he watched the happy couple. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, which offset his red and black eyes that peered through his auburn hair. His white shirt was open at the collar displaying his stylish flare. Remy had a distant, yet sad look in his eyes. The figures on the dancefloor only appeared to move in blurs. Ever since Rogue and him split up, it took him a while to get back to his old self. He didn't want to admit it, but his heart was broken. Not only because she abandoned him, but also because she was the first woman he ever loved. Remy put on this facade of going out all night drinking, smoking, and dismissing most things with his usual charm. To anyone who didn't know him very well, he seemed to be the same. But the only people who knew he wasn't himself were sitting right next to him.
Ororo sat between the two. She was happy for Scott and Jean. She knew how much they loved each other and wished them a happy life. But Ororo wished she had the same love in her life. She had loved and lost like anyone, but people only saw her cool exterior. All anyone ever thought of her as was a leader. But she had feelings and desires like anyone else and hoped to find the love that Scott and Jean had. Ororo gazed at Jeans' flowing white dress as it swished along the floor when she danced. Ororo admired them and smiled happily when Jean looked over her shoulder and waved to her.
Ororo and Remy were both jolted back to reality when they heard the break of a glass. They turned to look and saw Logan sitting there with a shattered glass in his hands. Blood ran down his hand but he didn't seen to notice as he sat there stonefaced.
"Logan, are you alright", Ororo asked as she looked at him with concern.
"I'll be alright, darlin'...once I get the hell out here." And with that he walked off with his tux jacket draped over his shoulder.
Remy and Ororo watched him leave but decided not to follow. He just needed to cool off. They sat there for a few minutes more. Ororo knew how hurt Remy was and how much he tried to hide it. Remy was never quiet around her, but his silence was louder than any noise she had ever heard. She even glanced at him a few times and found him looking at Rogue sitting on the other side of the dancefloor with Bobby. Even though Rogue pretended not to notice Remy's gaze, both Ororo and Remy knew she saw him and the hurt in his face.
Ororo decided to cheer up her good friend and left the table for a moment. Remy realized he was really in his own world when he didn't even notice she was gone.
'Remy, ya got ta snap outa dis'
As if on cue, he saw Ororo walking towards him through the crowd. It suddenly hit him how gorgeous she was. The few sequins on her low cut, tight turquoise dress seemed to shine with her every step. Her warm blue eyes lit up whenever they caught the sunlight. Her luscious white hair hung delicately around her face as strands of it flew in the breeze. She walked slowly up to him with her hands behind her back and a little smile on her face. Remy smiled at her as he admired his beautiful friend.
"Hello, Stormy. I missed ya while ya was gone", Remy said happily.
"Well I have missed you too", meaning she missed having him back to his old self, "I have something for you", she said teasingly.
Remy's face perked up and a mischievous grin crossed his face. He joked with her, "Don' tease me chere, Ah'm better at dat den you are" .
When she laughed Remy noticed how her smile brightened up her whole face. He had always been able to make her laugh, but it was then that he realized how much she affected him. He was happy when she was happy. His whole demeanor changed when they were together. They had the kind of relationship that even the best of friends would envy. He couldn't imagine life without her there. It gave him comfort knowing that she was his best friend and always would be.
Ororo brought forth her hand in which she held a single white rose.
"Pour vous", she said as she presented it to him.
Remy took the rose and looked up at Ororo. He smiled as he twirled it in his hand. Ororo cared for Remy so much and hoped to cheer him up; she couldn't stand to see him sad.
"I didn't know ya spoke french, Stormy", Remy was surprised and a little amused to hear her speak it so well.
"I had a good teacher", Ororo then extended her arm to Remy, "may I have this dance?"
Remy took her soft hand in his and kissed it gently. Ororo loved to see his frequent displays of southern charm.
"Da pleasure is all mine, mon cherie".
As they walked hand in hand to the dancefloor, he could feel the warmth from her hand. They stood in the middle of the floor for a moment as the music began. As the first few notes were heard, Remy drew Ororo into his arms placing one arm around her curvaceous figure while he held Ororo's hand in his. Ororo rested her other hand against his shoulder making her arm drape along side his and they danced.
Remy tilted his face towards her and stared into her eyes for a moment before managing to say three little words...
"Thank you, Stormy".
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NOTE: I'm not done yet. There WILL be a second chapter to this, I just have to write it.
So don't worry, if you like this so far there will be more.... promise.
