November 12
My head hurts. I was thinking about money when I was at the supermarket (it's my turn to pick up green beans. Something about being healthy according to Ororo) for the usual reasons, you know. Like, where do we get the money to pay for gas or electricity or the water for Kitty's long baths? Xavier must be packed, that's all I know.
Anyway, I was shopping and the bag boy was like, paper or plastic? And I was like, money? And then he laughed and I picked up my purse and smacked him and then the security personnel "escorted" me out.
Embarrassing and yet.. fun...
November 13
Ororo yelled at me for not bringing green beans. She said that if I weren't responsible to even pick up a can of beans, how much more can I be responsible when it comes to saving my teammates' lives?
I just yelled back they were GREEN BEANS. Do you see how beans don't outweigh lives?
Because I apparently don't and also especially don't care.
Novmeber 14
Kitty's cooking for us tonight.
I gag at the thought.
Since she's taking a cooking class, Ororo thought she could try some receipes on us.
I mean, I love the girl to death but I wouldn't mind much if she could at least make ice.
But she CAN'T.
And since I only found out this afternoon, I can't get out of it.
This isn't good.
Later
Scott's coming to dinner because he doesn't have an excuse to skip. Can I say this is one good thing? How come Ororo isn't banning Kitty from the kitchen? (Why doesn't she know?!!) We'll just have to wait and see.
November 15
I just woke up from what I think is a hangover. I think Kitty put in rum into the pie to drown out the taste of burnt edges. My tongue is sticking to the edge of my mouth. I can't talk so I'll just write:
Scott came to dinner and as I and he sat, he told me of his present for Jean.
"It's a black pearl necklace," he told as Kitty laid the dishes in front of us. Something pink, something greenish-yellowish and a black pile at each corner of the plate.
Kitty explained the pink was meat and green and yellow stuff was green turnip (she added because I couldn't get green beans) and the black was pasta.
Scott asked if these were what they came as and Kitty said yes. Then when she left, Scott told me there was no such thing as green turnip and then poked the meat. A generous amount of blood oozed out, so that was off our lists to try.
I dared to eat the black "pasta" and said it tasted like caviar. Scott said that cavier isn't long and stringy. So we didn't eat and just sat there and talked. I tried diverting the conversation from Jean but that was the only thing Scott was interested in talking about. So I sat through a half hour of Jean this and Jean that and finally Kitty came in and was silently outraged that we hadn't eaten her cooking, but she served us pie and gathered up our tainted plates without a word.
Although I knew it was eating her inside.
I felt bad and finished the pie. Now I feel kinda woozy. Excuse me while I throw up.
November 16
It kinda figures that it would all end like this. Whoever knew that I'd abandon Scott on behalf of Remy and loom about it in front of my dresser eating last Christmas' chocolates that I found under my bed (they were actually really good) while watching the wall as if waiting for it to move?
No one. Not even me.
I blew him off. Not really sullen - not even relenting. Just told him off. What else could I do? He was being all '7th Heaven' on me again about sabotaging Jean and Remy's relationship, and since I had already heard his plans the night before, what was the use of hearing it again? Frankly, I'm tired of it.
So I said, "Scott. I can no longer aid your obsession." What else could I say? I loved you but apparently you had no interest in me? That I was only trying to make you see what I really was but you were too blind to see? That I did this all for Jean when what I really was doing was all for you?
No. I am not that kind of person.
Then Scott started apologizing, playing the same crap over again about how much he loves Jean and that he's sorry for dragging me into his problems.
That only added salt to the wound.
"You dern right you should be," I remember saying. He gave me a pitiful look but that only mad me angrier. My emotions often scare me. "Believe me, you're better without me."
"You can't back down! We don't win if you're not with me on this!" Scott yelled. That was the stupidest thing's he's told me so far.
"That's right Scott," I sneered and turned away. "We don't win. I lost, and you are about to. But right now- " I cracked here, "- I'm the loser."
I doubt he understood, but I'm glad he didn't follow me. The chocolate's drying my throat. And my eyes are dry as well. There has got to be a reasonable explanation for my life to be so damn mean.
That's just it. My life is mean.
November 17
Remy wanted to talk and I told him not now. I've inclined myself in the room until I feel like coming out. There is nothing he can do to get me out. NOTHING.
Two minutes later..
He's desperate. I hear Kurt singing 99 bottles of rum on the wall. This could take a while.
Five minutes later...
Kurt's down to 69. Remy has just joined.
Ten minutes later..
I gave in. Intimidating songs get on my nerves (other than Dave Matthews) When I opened the door, Kurt bamfed out and Remy just stood there, his mouth ready to sing the next verse. I covered his mouth and pulled him into the room. Kitty wasn't in - she was working on her cooking class (which I hear she's not doing too good) so I explained that it was best to talk now.
"Well," he started, looking around, "for starters, you're a very clean person."
"Cut the crap, LeBeau," I said hastily, "what do you want?"
"Come with me," he said, dangling keys inches from my eyes. But before I could question, he was pulling me downstairs and raced to the garage where the X Jeep sat. He pushed me in and drove off without giving me a second to catch my breath. I asked if he'd like to explain now and he told me to tell him what Scott was getting Jean.
"A black pearl necklace," I said, and remembered about the night before. I didn't tell Remy about it, but I'm sure he'll find out soon enough.
Then he asked where was a good place to shop fore jewlery and I told him Gerald's.
Gerald's is this small store at the edge of Gall and Ivory that sits practically at the corner so that you'd have to walk on the street to get to the other side. I always look through the glass everyday at diamonds and pearls and emeralds galore since it's on my route to school but I've never been inside. It was small yet perfect for someone to shop for one like Jean.
We parked in the back and walked inside. Again I asked Remy why he had to take me along with him and his explanation was simple: I was the only one available (but only because I was confined in my room) and a girl.
"So in your eyes, girls are all alike and like the same things?" I asked, and Remy opened the door.
"No," he answered lowly and that was the end of his answer.
The store was petite and... pink. I can't imagine anything more pink than Kitty: Pink in a sense that it almost blinds and annoys you.
The store owner only spoke Italian and her accent was terrible so I didn't catch one word. Remy didn't either since he only spoke French other than English, but his playing on words was unique. And did I ever mention that he wore grey on white contacts today? Wonder where he got them - from Xavier more than likely.
Anyway, I was admiring this one ring with a grey stone when the store owner asked if we were together (funny she spoke so clearly when asking that one particular question) and I said, "God help you no!"
The owner was appalled and Remy almost looked hurt ( but I bet he was just playing) and said, "Naw, mademosielle. She .. me.. be friends."
Friends?! I laugh at the term. But not aloud as I went back to admiring the ring from before.
I suggested to Remy he take a look at it and he nodded in approval. The owner took it out of the box casement and handed it to me to try on.
Perfect.
Remy smirked and the owner clapped ( I have no idea why though).
I couldn't help feeling jealous that Remy was giving it to Jean. How he could it afford it was questioning but I dared not ask. Business is business, and his was certainly not mine.
The box was pink (like the store) and tied with an irridescent bow. Ever since I saw that box, I've been hating the color pink (though I've never liked it to begin with. So you could say I hate it even more). The store was mild but this was a dead giveaway.
"Jean will love it," I muttered and Remy asked if I thought it would be a decent gift to give to such a person.
What else could I say? "If you think she deserves it as much as she deserves anything else, then I say go on. There's no harm in giving." Terrible advice for my own good, I ought to mention.
Remy gave me a sure look. "Thanks Rogue," he told me. No problem Remy. You just go right ahead and give the stupid ring to Jean who plays with everyone's feelings! I'll just stand back and try to rearrange my life back to what I thought it used to be. But now that Scott hates me and you're the one using me now, I'm sure things are gonna be a LOT different.
But again, I didn't speak my mind.
We drove back and I have once again confined myself in this room. I have just enough time to curse my life and expect my death.
Curse you Scott.
Curse you Jean.
Curse you Remy.
Curse you World.
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Comments on the Reviews ~~
Morwen O' Connor ~ Everyone has their own opinion on Scott. I don't like him very much but you must understand that this is a Scott no one sees or in this case, is ever shown. And Rogue may appear strong and indifferent in the series but again you must understand that she puts on a mask to cover something deeper. I'm not saying the girl's weak, but everyone has to let down their defenses sometime. And Jean is not as predictable, so f she could go for someone like Duncan, why not Remy? And this is a fanfic. In this case, Remy goes to school with them. And you really don't know where this story is going so you don't see the definite picture until you've read the whole story. I'm sorry this writing disturbs you. Read no further and you will be troubled no longer.
Lady M R ~ What is ROTFLMAO? I'm not really familiar ^^'
Sujakata ~ Thank you for your opinion! It counts and means so much to me! You haven't offended me in any way possible. Your reaction is just what I was hoping for when people read my fiction.
Klucky ~ Thank you so much ^.^ for putting me as a favortie author. I'm honored. :)
Amazonestar ~ Thank you too! I am thrilled to be on your favorite's list!!
Bunny Moon ~ Again I was overjoyed on your decision to add me to your favorites list! Thank you!
Everyone who's reviewed: I am overwhelmed at how many have already reviewed!Thank you and hope you could read the whole story. To tell the truth, I really don't know where this is going! Looks like Remy's winning over Scott.
My head hurts. I was thinking about money when I was at the supermarket (it's my turn to pick up green beans. Something about being healthy according to Ororo) for the usual reasons, you know. Like, where do we get the money to pay for gas or electricity or the water for Kitty's long baths? Xavier must be packed, that's all I know.
Anyway, I was shopping and the bag boy was like, paper or plastic? And I was like, money? And then he laughed and I picked up my purse and smacked him and then the security personnel "escorted" me out.
Embarrassing and yet.. fun...
November 13
Ororo yelled at me for not bringing green beans. She said that if I weren't responsible to even pick up a can of beans, how much more can I be responsible when it comes to saving my teammates' lives?
I just yelled back they were GREEN BEANS. Do you see how beans don't outweigh lives?
Because I apparently don't and also especially don't care.
Novmeber 14
Kitty's cooking for us tonight.
I gag at the thought.
Since she's taking a cooking class, Ororo thought she could try some receipes on us.
I mean, I love the girl to death but I wouldn't mind much if she could at least make ice.
But she CAN'T.
And since I only found out this afternoon, I can't get out of it.
This isn't good.
Later
Scott's coming to dinner because he doesn't have an excuse to skip. Can I say this is one good thing? How come Ororo isn't banning Kitty from the kitchen? (Why doesn't she know?!!) We'll just have to wait and see.
November 15
I just woke up from what I think is a hangover. I think Kitty put in rum into the pie to drown out the taste of burnt edges. My tongue is sticking to the edge of my mouth. I can't talk so I'll just write:
Scott came to dinner and as I and he sat, he told me of his present for Jean.
"It's a black pearl necklace," he told as Kitty laid the dishes in front of us. Something pink, something greenish-yellowish and a black pile at each corner of the plate.
Kitty explained the pink was meat and green and yellow stuff was green turnip (she added because I couldn't get green beans) and the black was pasta.
Scott asked if these were what they came as and Kitty said yes. Then when she left, Scott told me there was no such thing as green turnip and then poked the meat. A generous amount of blood oozed out, so that was off our lists to try.
I dared to eat the black "pasta" and said it tasted like caviar. Scott said that cavier isn't long and stringy. So we didn't eat and just sat there and talked. I tried diverting the conversation from Jean but that was the only thing Scott was interested in talking about. So I sat through a half hour of Jean this and Jean that and finally Kitty came in and was silently outraged that we hadn't eaten her cooking, but she served us pie and gathered up our tainted plates without a word.
Although I knew it was eating her inside.
I felt bad and finished the pie. Now I feel kinda woozy. Excuse me while I throw up.
November 16
It kinda figures that it would all end like this. Whoever knew that I'd abandon Scott on behalf of Remy and loom about it in front of my dresser eating last Christmas' chocolates that I found under my bed (they were actually really good) while watching the wall as if waiting for it to move?
No one. Not even me.
I blew him off. Not really sullen - not even relenting. Just told him off. What else could I do? He was being all '7th Heaven' on me again about sabotaging Jean and Remy's relationship, and since I had already heard his plans the night before, what was the use of hearing it again? Frankly, I'm tired of it.
So I said, "Scott. I can no longer aid your obsession." What else could I say? I loved you but apparently you had no interest in me? That I was only trying to make you see what I really was but you were too blind to see? That I did this all for Jean when what I really was doing was all for you?
No. I am not that kind of person.
Then Scott started apologizing, playing the same crap over again about how much he loves Jean and that he's sorry for dragging me into his problems.
That only added salt to the wound.
"You dern right you should be," I remember saying. He gave me a pitiful look but that only mad me angrier. My emotions often scare me. "Believe me, you're better without me."
"You can't back down! We don't win if you're not with me on this!" Scott yelled. That was the stupidest thing's he's told me so far.
"That's right Scott," I sneered and turned away. "We don't win. I lost, and you are about to. But right now- " I cracked here, "- I'm the loser."
I doubt he understood, but I'm glad he didn't follow me. The chocolate's drying my throat. And my eyes are dry as well. There has got to be a reasonable explanation for my life to be so damn mean.
That's just it. My life is mean.
November 17
Remy wanted to talk and I told him not now. I've inclined myself in the room until I feel like coming out. There is nothing he can do to get me out. NOTHING.
Two minutes later..
He's desperate. I hear Kurt singing 99 bottles of rum on the wall. This could take a while.
Five minutes later...
Kurt's down to 69. Remy has just joined.
Ten minutes later..
I gave in. Intimidating songs get on my nerves (other than Dave Matthews) When I opened the door, Kurt bamfed out and Remy just stood there, his mouth ready to sing the next verse. I covered his mouth and pulled him into the room. Kitty wasn't in - she was working on her cooking class (which I hear she's not doing too good) so I explained that it was best to talk now.
"Well," he started, looking around, "for starters, you're a very clean person."
"Cut the crap, LeBeau," I said hastily, "what do you want?"
"Come with me," he said, dangling keys inches from my eyes. But before I could question, he was pulling me downstairs and raced to the garage where the X Jeep sat. He pushed me in and drove off without giving me a second to catch my breath. I asked if he'd like to explain now and he told me to tell him what Scott was getting Jean.
"A black pearl necklace," I said, and remembered about the night before. I didn't tell Remy about it, but I'm sure he'll find out soon enough.
Then he asked where was a good place to shop fore jewlery and I told him Gerald's.
Gerald's is this small store at the edge of Gall and Ivory that sits practically at the corner so that you'd have to walk on the street to get to the other side. I always look through the glass everyday at diamonds and pearls and emeralds galore since it's on my route to school but I've never been inside. It was small yet perfect for someone to shop for one like Jean.
We parked in the back and walked inside. Again I asked Remy why he had to take me along with him and his explanation was simple: I was the only one available (but only because I was confined in my room) and a girl.
"So in your eyes, girls are all alike and like the same things?" I asked, and Remy opened the door.
"No," he answered lowly and that was the end of his answer.
The store was petite and... pink. I can't imagine anything more pink than Kitty: Pink in a sense that it almost blinds and annoys you.
The store owner only spoke Italian and her accent was terrible so I didn't catch one word. Remy didn't either since he only spoke French other than English, but his playing on words was unique. And did I ever mention that he wore grey on white contacts today? Wonder where he got them - from Xavier more than likely.
Anyway, I was admiring this one ring with a grey stone when the store owner asked if we were together (funny she spoke so clearly when asking that one particular question) and I said, "God help you no!"
The owner was appalled and Remy almost looked hurt ( but I bet he was just playing) and said, "Naw, mademosielle. She .. me.. be friends."
Friends?! I laugh at the term. But not aloud as I went back to admiring the ring from before.
I suggested to Remy he take a look at it and he nodded in approval. The owner took it out of the box casement and handed it to me to try on.
Perfect.
Remy smirked and the owner clapped ( I have no idea why though).
I couldn't help feeling jealous that Remy was giving it to Jean. How he could it afford it was questioning but I dared not ask. Business is business, and his was certainly not mine.
The box was pink (like the store) and tied with an irridescent bow. Ever since I saw that box, I've been hating the color pink (though I've never liked it to begin with. So you could say I hate it even more). The store was mild but this was a dead giveaway.
"Jean will love it," I muttered and Remy asked if I thought it would be a decent gift to give to such a person.
What else could I say? "If you think she deserves it as much as she deserves anything else, then I say go on. There's no harm in giving." Terrible advice for my own good, I ought to mention.
Remy gave me a sure look. "Thanks Rogue," he told me. No problem Remy. You just go right ahead and give the stupid ring to Jean who plays with everyone's feelings! I'll just stand back and try to rearrange my life back to what I thought it used to be. But now that Scott hates me and you're the one using me now, I'm sure things are gonna be a LOT different.
But again, I didn't speak my mind.
We drove back and I have once again confined myself in this room. I have just enough time to curse my life and expect my death.
Curse you Scott.
Curse you Jean.
Curse you Remy.
Curse you World.
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Comments on the Reviews ~~
Morwen O' Connor ~ Everyone has their own opinion on Scott. I don't like him very much but you must understand that this is a Scott no one sees or in this case, is ever shown. And Rogue may appear strong and indifferent in the series but again you must understand that she puts on a mask to cover something deeper. I'm not saying the girl's weak, but everyone has to let down their defenses sometime. And Jean is not as predictable, so f she could go for someone like Duncan, why not Remy? And this is a fanfic. In this case, Remy goes to school with them. And you really don't know where this story is going so you don't see the definite picture until you've read the whole story. I'm sorry this writing disturbs you. Read no further and you will be troubled no longer.
Lady M R ~ What is ROTFLMAO? I'm not really familiar ^^'
Sujakata ~ Thank you for your opinion! It counts and means so much to me! You haven't offended me in any way possible. Your reaction is just what I was hoping for when people read my fiction.
Klucky ~ Thank you so much ^.^ for putting me as a favortie author. I'm honored. :)
Amazonestar ~ Thank you too! I am thrilled to be on your favorite's list!!
Bunny Moon ~ Again I was overjoyed on your decision to add me to your favorites list! Thank you!
Everyone who's reviewed: I am overwhelmed at how many have already reviewed!Thank you and hope you could read the whole story. To tell the truth, I really don't know where this is going! Looks like Remy's winning over Scott.