Title: My Favorite Rock Star's A What?
Part: 6/6

Rogue and Kitty began packing their things Friday night with heavy hearts. They didn't want to go.

Kitty could do without the people that hung around the house and studio. The TIS groupies. But, Brent and his band members were surprisingly nice. And... Davis was eye-candy.

She could almost forget Pete. But at night, she'd lay awake, thinking about him. His smile. His voice. And she hardly knew him!

"And I thought I had to get over Kurt." She thought with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Rogue asked from the doorway.

"Nothing." Rogue was still in the dress she wore to the restaurant that night.

It had looked great. But the food was awful. Brent, Davis and Robby Finn started throwing food at each other and other people in the restaurant, getting them all kicked out and banned for life.

"You'd never believe they're in their thirties." Rogue said, fingering a dark red stain from some sauce that had hit her. Her pretty dark green dress ruined. "Teach me never ta wear anythin' not black."

"It was really funny." Kitty said. "That guy looked like he was gonna have a heart-attack. I guess he couldn't believe that anyone would dare have a food fight in his restaurant."

Rogue laughed. "Ah could hardly understand him. His accent seemed ta get heavier with every word." She sat down on the floor, leaning against the dresser.

"Rogue... I don't want to go back to the mansion." Kitty said after a while.

"Why not? Because of Mr. Wisdom?"

"Yes! I don't think I can be in the same room as him without..." She blushed. "It's gonna be hard."

"Maybe he'll be." Rogue commented under her breath. "Kitty, he's 20... and you're not. He could go ta jail for the things you're thinkin'... but... if he really likes you... and anything happens between the two of you... Ah'll cover up for you."

Kitty hugged Rogue. "Thanks, Rogue. But, I don't think it'll ever come to that. How lucky would I have to be for that to happen?"

Rogue sighed. "You never know. Ah saw the way he looked at you before we left."

Kitty wondered why Rogue really didn't seem to be talking about how Pete had looked at her. She seemed to be thinking about something else. Then it hit her.

"Did you see something... from when you touched Brent?" She asked.

Rogue's eyes widened, then she stood up. "Goodnight, Kitty."

"You did see something!"

"No, Kitty. Ah didn't." Rogue looked Kitty straight in the eyes. "Don't you think Ah would of told you if Ah had?"

Kitty looked down. "Sorry. Guess I kinda hoped you had."

"Sorry." Rogue said, leaving Kitty's room.

"'Night." Kitty called, laying on her bed.

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Rogue hugged Brent tightly. "Thank you so much."

"I'm glad I had a chance to meet you." He said. "Next time I'm in New York, I'll go visit you."

The cab in front of the gates honked its horn for the fifth time. "We're coming!" Kitty shouted from the steps, dragging a decidedly larger suit-case than the one she'd gone with, behind her.

While they had not celebrated Hanukkah or Christmas, Brent and his friends did give the girls lots of gifts.

"You know," Kitty started as the butler took their suitcases to the cab. "If you ever wanna have us over again... I honestly wouldn't mind coming again."

Rogue giggled. "Yeah, me too."

"You sure you don't want me to go with you to the airport?" He asked.

"Nah... we'll be fine." Kitty said, hugging Brent. "Thanks. You are so cool... and my new favorite singer."

"Bye," Rogue and Kitty called, running down to the cab.

Rogue turned back to tell Brent thanks again, but someone slammed into her. "Hey... watch it!"

Kitty glanced passed the man in a tuxedo, who had a firm grip on Rogue to see a woman... no... more appropriately, a girl in a wedding gown, chasing after the man.

She turned her attention to Rogue. "Bonjour, Petite." The man said, kissing Rogue's gloved hands and running off.

Rogue stood there shocked as the girl, violet eyes streaming with tears, burning with anger, rushed past them, nearly knocking Rogue over. "How dare y'do dis t'me!" She shouted, putting any harpy to shame with her shrill voice. "Dis is supposed t'be de happiest day of my life, Remy!"

"Many apologies, Belle... mais... I don' wanna marry you." He called, running out of sight.

"Come on, Rogue, we gotta go." Kitty said getting into the cab. Rogue did the same a little stiffly. "Are you gonna be okay?"

"He... was in my dream." She said, curling up in the seat, eyes glazed over.