'Remy.'
'Ah, ma petite.' Remy smiled as Rogue smiled shyly back. Then Rogue noticed she was smiling and quickly stopped.
'Ah'm sorry ah haven' been around. Ah been busy, n stuff. Ah saw ya with Jean the other day…' Remy flashed a brilliant smile, that made Rogue lose her train of thought. 'An ah… ah…'
'Jean is tres beautiful, non?'
'Well, ah…'
'Shouldn't petite be off with Scott now?' Remy said, and he leaned over and gave a taunting smile, and walked off with a kind of strut like pace. This pissed Rogue off.
'Ah'm no kid, Cajun. An ah don't care about you n Jean! Ah've got Scott…' Remy stopped in his tracks.
He thought Rogue was cute. Cute, not hot. But he wouldn't let some little punk ass kid walk all over him. He turned, a smile fixed on his face. Not his nice smile, it was cold and sarcastic.
'Does petite actually think Scott loves her?' No, Rogue thought to herself. But she liked to think someone did.
'Cajun, ya'll don' know what love is…' Rogue turned and began walking away. He wasn't worth it and all n all she just wanted to be alone.
'Well, Remy thinks one part of it is touch.' Rogue stopped. 'Remy thinks Rogue is the one that knows nothing of l'amour.' He said mockingly. She clenched her fists. Remy was taking this too far. 'Rogue can't touch. Little girl told me. How can you love and not touch your love. Feel their skin on yours…touching their silky lips…' Rogue shuttered. She dreamed of what skin must feel like. Not hers, but someone else's.
'But petite is deadly, and you can't touch. You may think you know about love. But you can't. You can't love.' Rogue couldn't with stand much more. She was tough, but it wasn't like she was sub human.
'An ah guess it's just so easy for ya, ain't it Cajun.' She said, a cold and harsh tone clinging to her voice. Remy's smile disappeared. 'Ya'll have girls fawnin' all over ya. An me.' She turned to face her attacker. 'Ah got no one.'
'Chere…'
'Happy Cajun. Ya'll brought the terrible monster to her knees. What now Cajun? ARE YA GONNA CURE THE FUCKIN' COMMON COLD?!?' Remy looked down, his head drooped a bit. Rogue wiped her eyes. They were stinging. She wasn't crying, she forced herself to forget how. They just stung.
'Petite…'
'STOP CALLIN' ME THAT! DAMMIT! GO TO HELL CAJUN!' she ran down the hall, running from years of pain and torment. Running from love. She didn't need it. She'd been fine all the other years. She could just shut herself off from the world and everything would be fine. Perfect. Or not…
Days passed, and Rogue looked herself in her room. Kitty had no trouble getting in of course but if she ever brought anyone else in, Rogue threatened to burn her country music posters, and god knows Kitty couldn't live without them.
No one visited more than Remy. He would sit outside the door, talking to himself even though Rogue would listen. She'd never answer him though. But he knew one day she would. He'd just have to earn her trust. And with Rogue, the only thing he needed was time.
'Ah, ma petite.' Remy smiled as Rogue smiled shyly back. Then Rogue noticed she was smiling and quickly stopped.
'Ah'm sorry ah haven' been around. Ah been busy, n stuff. Ah saw ya with Jean the other day…' Remy flashed a brilliant smile, that made Rogue lose her train of thought. 'An ah… ah…'
'Jean is tres beautiful, non?'
'Well, ah…'
'Shouldn't petite be off with Scott now?' Remy said, and he leaned over and gave a taunting smile, and walked off with a kind of strut like pace. This pissed Rogue off.
'Ah'm no kid, Cajun. An ah don't care about you n Jean! Ah've got Scott…' Remy stopped in his tracks.
He thought Rogue was cute. Cute, not hot. But he wouldn't let some little punk ass kid walk all over him. He turned, a smile fixed on his face. Not his nice smile, it was cold and sarcastic.
'Does petite actually think Scott loves her?' No, Rogue thought to herself. But she liked to think someone did.
'Cajun, ya'll don' know what love is…' Rogue turned and began walking away. He wasn't worth it and all n all she just wanted to be alone.
'Well, Remy thinks one part of it is touch.' Rogue stopped. 'Remy thinks Rogue is the one that knows nothing of l'amour.' He said mockingly. She clenched her fists. Remy was taking this too far. 'Rogue can't touch. Little girl told me. How can you love and not touch your love. Feel their skin on yours…touching their silky lips…' Rogue shuttered. She dreamed of what skin must feel like. Not hers, but someone else's.
'But petite is deadly, and you can't touch. You may think you know about love. But you can't. You can't love.' Rogue couldn't with stand much more. She was tough, but it wasn't like she was sub human.
'An ah guess it's just so easy for ya, ain't it Cajun.' She said, a cold and harsh tone clinging to her voice. Remy's smile disappeared. 'Ya'll have girls fawnin' all over ya. An me.' She turned to face her attacker. 'Ah got no one.'
'Chere…'
'Happy Cajun. Ya'll brought the terrible monster to her knees. What now Cajun? ARE YA GONNA CURE THE FUCKIN' COMMON COLD?!?' Remy looked down, his head drooped a bit. Rogue wiped her eyes. They were stinging. She wasn't crying, she forced herself to forget how. They just stung.
'Petite…'
'STOP CALLIN' ME THAT! DAMMIT! GO TO HELL CAJUN!' she ran down the hall, running from years of pain and torment. Running from love. She didn't need it. She'd been fine all the other years. She could just shut herself off from the world and everything would be fine. Perfect. Or not…
Days passed, and Rogue looked herself in her room. Kitty had no trouble getting in of course but if she ever brought anyone else in, Rogue threatened to burn her country music posters, and god knows Kitty couldn't live without them.
No one visited more than Remy. He would sit outside the door, talking to himself even though Rogue would listen. She'd never answer him though. But he knew one day she would. He'd just have to earn her trust. And with Rogue, the only thing he needed was time.