Hello. . . am working on sudden inspiration kick I got after days and days
of staring out of the window aimlessly. Ahhh. . . I know you all probably
want to kill me for not uploading sooner. Sigh.
Wow. I think I got the most no. of reviews for chappie 20, dunno why. *teary eyes* Is it because of the Remy fans? =) Anyway, to my kind reviewers: Red Witch, todd fan, kitkat, InterNutter (great diary entry as usual for Logan ;) ) , Aphrodite (yes I do read the Princess diaries - does my fic really sound like it? o.0), me, jessika (cool name!), Eileen, KaYuTa, flitwicke (you spammer! Pui.), school kids, evolutionary spider, amerase, Candice, Dr. Lauryl (eeee! Love your xmen evo/batman beyond crossover! More! More!), Hazard (thanks for your reviews, and I hope the suspension from ff.net ends soon for you) and CronoCat (Pepper will live. . . I think).
Have just done a bit of research on Cajuns. Am all mixed up now, I'm guessing it's the effect of Halloween and the morbid sight of seven year olds wearing spiderman costumes knocking at the door, going "Treeek or treeeat!" in their insanely high-pitched voices. Have admonished neighbor for going rudely, "neither" and closing the door. Kiddies looked like they were on the verge of sobbing. Had to sacrifice my sweet collection to them in my pajamas (I was napping). It's unfair, I tell you.
Entry 21
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Bfdhsklgkjgkjhgkkk yjgb
Okay. Have just washed my eyes out. Breathe. Breathe.
I don't think I'll ever step out of this room ever again. I'm so humiliated, I seriously can't face anyone anymore. Ever.
I'll start at the beginning, I guess. It was a relatively normal day - Lance carried the hamster to school for everyone to coo over, and it almost got squished by Fred's massive bulk; Rogue giggled maniacally at everything Remy said (and so did Jean, actually); Scott looked pissed all day; Pepper's whereabouts are still unknown to me - where _is_ the poor thing? ; and I've just done the most horrifyingly embarrassing thing that I've ever done in my entire life.
I'll start with this morning. We were all at the dining table eating breakfast, and Rogue and Jean were sitting at Remy's sides. This was a first, because Jean _always_ sits next to Scott during meals. This very unexpected change in seating arrangements left me to sit next to a very peeved-looking Scott in the morning. I guess I kind of knew why, because when Remy started shooting more of his charming smiles at Jean direction, whilst Rogue glared at Jean as if she had committed the ultimate crime of the century, Scott was practically fuming at the ears. I mean, before Remy came, Scott received most of the attention at the Instsitute, being the leader and all.
While Scott fumed quietly to himself, I caught snippets of the conversation between Rogue, Remy and Jean. It resembled something of a pointless soap opera.
JEAN: Remy dear, won't you have some toast? I'll help you butter it!
REMY: Thank you, chere (at least, what I think he said).
ROGUE: [glaring] _I'll_ do it!
JEAN: [glaring back] No, _I_ will! I offered first!
REMY: [smiling] Tell you what - Jean can do my toast, and Rogue can pour me a cup of juice. There, there. Frowning gives wrinkles, you know.
JEAN: [beaming] Of course! I totally agree with you!
ROGUE: [muttering under breath] B****. [A/n: once more, I cannot bring myself to write this down, but I suppose you all already know the word. Heh. =) ]
JEAN: [seething] WHAT did you call me?
ROGUE: [In a singsong voice] Nothing! What makes you think I would ever call you anything?
REMY: Ladies, ladies. [flashes his smile once more at the both of them, calming them down effectively] There's no reason to fight! My affections towards you _both_, remain seemingly unchanged.
JEAN: [practically melting in her seat] Of course! Of course!
ROGUE: Who do you like more?
[Uncomfortable silence ensues. It can be noted that Kurt, Scott, Evan and me are curiously listening in at this point]
REMY: [grandly] I love you both equally!
ROGUE AND JEAN: [simultaneously] What kind of answer is THAT?
SCOTT: [mumbling] Big fat flirt. [suddenly] Who wants a ride to school today?
JEAN: Oh, sorry Bob. Remy's giving me a ride to school on his motorcycle today. [big smile]
SCOTT: BOB?!?!?
ROGUE: [ignoring Scott completely] You're wrong, he's giving _me_ a ride to school.
JEAN: [flaring up] Are not!
ROGUE: [flaring up as well] Are too!
JEAN: Are not!
ROGUE: Are too!
They continued in such a vein for some time, until Remy finally resolved the problem by suggesting the three of them take a "nice, romantic stroll to school", and a devastated Scott watched them head off in the distance, with Jean and Rogue still bickering away.
Being the kind soul I am, I gave him a comforting pat on the back, while he ranted away about Jean ignoring his presence to the point of forgetting his name, and wasn't it just all Remy's fault that this had to happen. And he didn't stop there. He continued babbling all the way to Bayville High in his noticeably emptier convertible, and me and Kurt were only halfheartedly listening to his rants. I thought my ear was going to fall off from all the complaining Scott was doing. (Evan had wisely chosen to skateboard to school - maybe he _is_ a whiz in his own sense.)
The insanity didn't end there, though (this is my life we're talking about, right?). Rogue and Jean were sent to Principal Kelly's office for starting a fistfight in the locker room - Jean claimed that she was instigated by Rogue to attack her with the hairspray - needless to say, they were both sent to detention. Rumors were that Jean had suddenly lunged at Rogue, hairspray in hand, spraying madly for all it was worth. Rogue retaliated by punching Jean in the eye. So now Jean and Rogue are in the infamous detention room, Jean nursing her black eye.
Oh, the hamster. Lance brought Fluffy to school today. I didn't know it was Fluffy until it moved, because it just looked an awful lot like a ball of. . . fluff. I mistook it for a Koosh Ball at first and tried squeezing it experimentally, but Lance leapt forward in his mother hen glory and said that I might have cut off his blood circulation by doing so. He was rewarded with a hard bite by Fluffy (to add on to all the bite marks already present), and remained very grouchy after that. I believe Lance is beginning to feel very attached to it, despite the very hostile attitude the hamster has towards him, especially.
Oh, Lord. To think that I'm being replaced by a mad rodent.
The bad part. Ugh, I don't even want to write about it. Right now, I have this horribly sick feeling in my stomach, kind of the type where I want to throw up and scream at the same time, which I don't think would turn out very well. Okay. Here goes.
.
.
I saw him in the shower.
Again.
Why is this, you ask? And this time, he wasn't even _wearing_ a towel. AARGH!!! Curse my stupid mutant power! CURSE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But it gets worse. When I "walked" into the bathroom, towel in hand, and I saw him standing there, I screamed very loudly. Trust me, the sound gets magnified in an enclosed area. A lot.
I heard running footsteps to the door, and Logan's very grouchy voice going, "What's going on in there?" I thought my heart was going to stop functioning right then. When neither of us replied, probably from the initial shock, Logan started pounding on the door. "Half-pint? What the hell're you doing in there?"
Remy recovered, and called back, "Yeah, she's in here." More silence, then the dawning of the horrible, horrible mistake in that sentence. Before I could squeak out an excuse, the door came down to our feet, and we came face to face with a furious Logan and a stupefied Scott. For a moment the both of them just stared. I realized the implications of what it must have looked like, with my screaming and Remy just _standing_ there in the nude in one bathroom, and Logan must've too, because the next thing we knew, he was dragging Remy off down the hall (after yelling at him to put on his pants), with a gaping Scott following them.
I'm in big, big, trouble now. Possibly even bigger than when I got jailed for cheating a cabbie. Now the question is: HOW AM I GOING TO FACE REMY AFTER THIS???
And everyone else, for that matter, after they all find out about it. It is highly unlikely that they will not question the matter, because the only bathroom on the second floor is unusable, due to the clawed down door. And how-
Rogue just came in and commented on the door. I tried to look innocent, failed, and buried my head in the pillow so she wouldn't see the look on my face (very inconspicuous, eh?). If Rogue saw this and felt any suspicion, she must've been a very good actress, because she started humming to herself and flopped onto her bed. Which was a big relief for me.
Now the guilt is eating me up. I'm going down to clear matters once and for all.
The moment I get a sudden burst of courage to do so, of course.
***VERY IMPORTANT REMINDERS TO SELF***
NEVER phase through doors without knocking first. NEVER EVER.
Stay out of Logan's way from now on.
Stay out of Remy's way from now on.
Stay out of Jean and Rogue's way from now on (So as not to incur their wrath - especially after they find out about this incident).
Migrate. Change my name. Hermit sounds good for a name. Lesser interactions, lesser. . . er. . . incidents.
Tbc.
[A/n: Long enough? =) Happy Halloween! Read and Review. . .]
PS: Apologies if I made Remy sound like an egoistical prat in this chapter. . . he'll get more Remy-ish in future chappies. =)
Wow. I think I got the most no. of reviews for chappie 20, dunno why. *teary eyes* Is it because of the Remy fans? =) Anyway, to my kind reviewers: Red Witch, todd fan, kitkat, InterNutter (great diary entry as usual for Logan ;) ) , Aphrodite (yes I do read the Princess diaries - does my fic really sound like it? o.0), me, jessika (cool name!), Eileen, KaYuTa, flitwicke (you spammer! Pui.), school kids, evolutionary spider, amerase, Candice, Dr. Lauryl (eeee! Love your xmen evo/batman beyond crossover! More! More!), Hazard (thanks for your reviews, and I hope the suspension from ff.net ends soon for you) and CronoCat (Pepper will live. . . I think).
Have just done a bit of research on Cajuns. Am all mixed up now, I'm guessing it's the effect of Halloween and the morbid sight of seven year olds wearing spiderman costumes knocking at the door, going "Treeek or treeeat!" in their insanely high-pitched voices. Have admonished neighbor for going rudely, "neither" and closing the door. Kiddies looked like they were on the verge of sobbing. Had to sacrifice my sweet collection to them in my pajamas (I was napping). It's unfair, I tell you.
Entry 21
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! Bfdhsklgkjgkjhgkkk yjgb
Okay. Have just washed my eyes out. Breathe. Breathe.
I don't think I'll ever step out of this room ever again. I'm so humiliated, I seriously can't face anyone anymore. Ever.
I'll start at the beginning, I guess. It was a relatively normal day - Lance carried the hamster to school for everyone to coo over, and it almost got squished by Fred's massive bulk; Rogue giggled maniacally at everything Remy said (and so did Jean, actually); Scott looked pissed all day; Pepper's whereabouts are still unknown to me - where _is_ the poor thing? ; and I've just done the most horrifyingly embarrassing thing that I've ever done in my entire life.
I'll start with this morning. We were all at the dining table eating breakfast, and Rogue and Jean were sitting at Remy's sides. This was a first, because Jean _always_ sits next to Scott during meals. This very unexpected change in seating arrangements left me to sit next to a very peeved-looking Scott in the morning. I guess I kind of knew why, because when Remy started shooting more of his charming smiles at Jean direction, whilst Rogue glared at Jean as if she had committed the ultimate crime of the century, Scott was practically fuming at the ears. I mean, before Remy came, Scott received most of the attention at the Instsitute, being the leader and all.
While Scott fumed quietly to himself, I caught snippets of the conversation between Rogue, Remy and Jean. It resembled something of a pointless soap opera.
JEAN: Remy dear, won't you have some toast? I'll help you butter it!
REMY: Thank you, chere (at least, what I think he said).
ROGUE: [glaring] _I'll_ do it!
JEAN: [glaring back] No, _I_ will! I offered first!
REMY: [smiling] Tell you what - Jean can do my toast, and Rogue can pour me a cup of juice. There, there. Frowning gives wrinkles, you know.
JEAN: [beaming] Of course! I totally agree with you!
ROGUE: [muttering under breath] B****. [A/n: once more, I cannot bring myself to write this down, but I suppose you all already know the word. Heh. =) ]
JEAN: [seething] WHAT did you call me?
ROGUE: [In a singsong voice] Nothing! What makes you think I would ever call you anything?
REMY: Ladies, ladies. [flashes his smile once more at the both of them, calming them down effectively] There's no reason to fight! My affections towards you _both_, remain seemingly unchanged.
JEAN: [practically melting in her seat] Of course! Of course!
ROGUE: Who do you like more?
[Uncomfortable silence ensues. It can be noted that Kurt, Scott, Evan and me are curiously listening in at this point]
REMY: [grandly] I love you both equally!
ROGUE AND JEAN: [simultaneously] What kind of answer is THAT?
SCOTT: [mumbling] Big fat flirt. [suddenly] Who wants a ride to school today?
JEAN: Oh, sorry Bob. Remy's giving me a ride to school on his motorcycle today. [big smile]
SCOTT: BOB?!?!?
ROGUE: [ignoring Scott completely] You're wrong, he's giving _me_ a ride to school.
JEAN: [flaring up] Are not!
ROGUE: [flaring up as well] Are too!
JEAN: Are not!
ROGUE: Are too!
They continued in such a vein for some time, until Remy finally resolved the problem by suggesting the three of them take a "nice, romantic stroll to school", and a devastated Scott watched them head off in the distance, with Jean and Rogue still bickering away.
Being the kind soul I am, I gave him a comforting pat on the back, while he ranted away about Jean ignoring his presence to the point of forgetting his name, and wasn't it just all Remy's fault that this had to happen. And he didn't stop there. He continued babbling all the way to Bayville High in his noticeably emptier convertible, and me and Kurt were only halfheartedly listening to his rants. I thought my ear was going to fall off from all the complaining Scott was doing. (Evan had wisely chosen to skateboard to school - maybe he _is_ a whiz in his own sense.)
The insanity didn't end there, though (this is my life we're talking about, right?). Rogue and Jean were sent to Principal Kelly's office for starting a fistfight in the locker room - Jean claimed that she was instigated by Rogue to attack her with the hairspray - needless to say, they were both sent to detention. Rumors were that Jean had suddenly lunged at Rogue, hairspray in hand, spraying madly for all it was worth. Rogue retaliated by punching Jean in the eye. So now Jean and Rogue are in the infamous detention room, Jean nursing her black eye.
Oh, the hamster. Lance brought Fluffy to school today. I didn't know it was Fluffy until it moved, because it just looked an awful lot like a ball of. . . fluff. I mistook it for a Koosh Ball at first and tried squeezing it experimentally, but Lance leapt forward in his mother hen glory and said that I might have cut off his blood circulation by doing so. He was rewarded with a hard bite by Fluffy (to add on to all the bite marks already present), and remained very grouchy after that. I believe Lance is beginning to feel very attached to it, despite the very hostile attitude the hamster has towards him, especially.
Oh, Lord. To think that I'm being replaced by a mad rodent.
The bad part. Ugh, I don't even want to write about it. Right now, I have this horribly sick feeling in my stomach, kind of the type where I want to throw up and scream at the same time, which I don't think would turn out very well. Okay. Here goes.
.
.
I saw him in the shower.
Again.
Why is this, you ask? And this time, he wasn't even _wearing_ a towel. AARGH!!! Curse my stupid mutant power! CURSE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But it gets worse. When I "walked" into the bathroom, towel in hand, and I saw him standing there, I screamed very loudly. Trust me, the sound gets magnified in an enclosed area. A lot.
I heard running footsteps to the door, and Logan's very grouchy voice going, "What's going on in there?" I thought my heart was going to stop functioning right then. When neither of us replied, probably from the initial shock, Logan started pounding on the door. "Half-pint? What the hell're you doing in there?"
Remy recovered, and called back, "Yeah, she's in here." More silence, then the dawning of the horrible, horrible mistake in that sentence. Before I could squeak out an excuse, the door came down to our feet, and we came face to face with a furious Logan and a stupefied Scott. For a moment the both of them just stared. I realized the implications of what it must have looked like, with my screaming and Remy just _standing_ there in the nude in one bathroom, and Logan must've too, because the next thing we knew, he was dragging Remy off down the hall (after yelling at him to put on his pants), with a gaping Scott following them.
I'm in big, big, trouble now. Possibly even bigger than when I got jailed for cheating a cabbie. Now the question is: HOW AM I GOING TO FACE REMY AFTER THIS???
And everyone else, for that matter, after they all find out about it. It is highly unlikely that they will not question the matter, because the only bathroom on the second floor is unusable, due to the clawed down door. And how-
Rogue just came in and commented on the door. I tried to look innocent, failed, and buried my head in the pillow so she wouldn't see the look on my face (very inconspicuous, eh?). If Rogue saw this and felt any suspicion, she must've been a very good actress, because she started humming to herself and flopped onto her bed. Which was a big relief for me.
Now the guilt is eating me up. I'm going down to clear matters once and for all.
The moment I get a sudden burst of courage to do so, of course.
***VERY IMPORTANT REMINDERS TO SELF***
NEVER phase through doors without knocking first. NEVER EVER.
Stay out of Logan's way from now on.
Stay out of Remy's way from now on.
Stay out of Jean and Rogue's way from now on (So as not to incur their wrath - especially after they find out about this incident).
Migrate. Change my name. Hermit sounds good for a name. Lesser interactions, lesser. . . er. . . incidents.
Tbc.
[A/n: Long enough? =) Happy Halloween! Read and Review. . .]
PS: Apologies if I made Remy sound like an egoistical prat in this chapter. . . he'll get more Remy-ish in future chappies. =)