The day finally came when Rogue popped her head out of her room. It was the
dead of night and everyone was asleep, the perfect time to throw something
out order and indulge her sweet tooth.
She crept down the halls, wearing her pjs and slippers. She was about to open the kitchen door when she heard a voice behind her.
'Ah, petite is a mysterious one.' Rogue turned, knowing the voice belonged to her favorite and least favorite person.
'Remy, ya'll know ya shouldn' be out here.' Remy gave a short laugh. He lifted the cigarette from his lips and blew a ring of smoke.
'And Chere should know Remy is too old for bedtimes.' Rogue rolled her eyes. Remy was 18 and thus an 'adult'. He didn't have curfew like the rest of them.
'How could ah forget.' She said with a smile. Remy's eyebrow raised.
'Chere should smile more often. Such a beautiful smile.' Rogue's cheeks tinted, but she had practice and she wouldn't succumb to his playful flirting. She sat down next to him to prove herself.
'Ah never met a Cajun b'fore.' She said, licking her lips, trying to look seductive. Remy gave a sly smile.
'Remy never met a Rogue, so we even.' He got up and walked away. Rogue stayed a moment. He always left at the most awful times. Of course that's how he got his kicks.
The next morning, Rogue woke up early. She was lying on the couch, her hair tangled and messy, and was wearing only a tank top and boxers. She stood up and straightened herself up. Remy was sitting in the dark.
'Chere have a dream?' he asked coolly. Rogue smiled and didn't even look at him.
'Yeah. A handsome prince took me away from here and we lived happily ever after.' And this time, she was the one that walked away. But he knew she'd be back.
She crept down the halls, wearing her pjs and slippers. She was about to open the kitchen door when she heard a voice behind her.
'Ah, petite is a mysterious one.' Rogue turned, knowing the voice belonged to her favorite and least favorite person.
'Remy, ya'll know ya shouldn' be out here.' Remy gave a short laugh. He lifted the cigarette from his lips and blew a ring of smoke.
'And Chere should know Remy is too old for bedtimes.' Rogue rolled her eyes. Remy was 18 and thus an 'adult'. He didn't have curfew like the rest of them.
'How could ah forget.' She said with a smile. Remy's eyebrow raised.
'Chere should smile more often. Such a beautiful smile.' Rogue's cheeks tinted, but she had practice and she wouldn't succumb to his playful flirting. She sat down next to him to prove herself.
'Ah never met a Cajun b'fore.' She said, licking her lips, trying to look seductive. Remy gave a sly smile.
'Remy never met a Rogue, so we even.' He got up and walked away. Rogue stayed a moment. He always left at the most awful times. Of course that's how he got his kicks.
The next morning, Rogue woke up early. She was lying on the couch, her hair tangled and messy, and was wearing only a tank top and boxers. She stood up and straightened herself up. Remy was sitting in the dark.
'Chere have a dream?' he asked coolly. Rogue smiled and didn't even look at him.
'Yeah. A handsome prince took me away from here and we lived happily ever after.' And this time, she was the one that walked away. But he knew she'd be back.