Author's Note: It has come to my attention (for awhile now) that Ritzy is really spelled Risty. I don't plan on changing how it is spelled in this story, but for future reference her name is Risty. *Must remember that myself*
November 18
Something weird just happened. Kitty isn't here again - cooking class. She's trying to ace it, I've heard. So anyway, I was sitting by the window, doing my geometry homework (which I really don't get) when I suddenly hear some music playing just outside. When I went out to the balcony, I looked over and I'd be damned --having that just said--, Remy stood under the weeping willow that brushes against the den's glass with his guitar, plucking weakily at it. It was a sad song, but not familiar.
He reminded me of Roux of Chocolat.
So I called down to him, and he heard me.
"Jean's two windows down, LeBeau!" He didn't move. His hand swept across the strings as he called back to me.
"Is that so."
"Yes, I believe so." Again He didn't move. He went on strumming that song on his guitar, slowly.
"Am I bothering you?" I remember him asking. I forgot my answer though. He had moved. Finally. Then I saw Jean, her hair flapping wildly in the wind, so bright and red that it blinded me.
Oh. I didn't see any more of it since I fell off the sill by how -bright- Jean's hair is.
That's all for today.
November 19
Two days til Jean's birthday. She's inviting her soccer team and every teacher she had (good God). I haven't seen Remy all day, but Evan said he was in his room.
November 20
Still no sign of Remy. He has definitely confined himself in his room. Jean hasn't seemed to notice. Today she brought me along to buy a dress, but I see no reason why.
The store, if I remember correctly, was called Third Street. The prices were like what, $100 for a shirt? But being the favorite of the the loaded Xavier, Jean had the money.
"Roguie," she called, though she knows very well I hate that pet name, "how's this?" She held up this bright ugly yellow dress close to her red hair. I can remember pushing a grin.
"It's pretty on you," I lied.
"Really?" her voice was hefty.
"Oh definitely."
She bit her lip and shook her head. "Naw," she muttered and I remember rolling my eyes. This could take a while.
She took out another dress, this time pink. "Whaddya think? Provocative or ugly?"
How 'bout both? I thought of saying. Then I frowned nastily. "I don't know. Why couldn't you take Remy with you?"
She laughed, putting the dress back. "Silly Roguie.." --Again with the sick pet name-- "Remy's a guy. He doesn't go shopping."
I was about to pipe that I went with him to buy something the other day and remembered that that something was for her.
So instead, I told her that what he saw was what other men saw and that's what she wanted. Jean looked over her shoulder, her green eyes glistening. "You think so?" she asked innocently. I nodded. Then she laughed. Again. Nastily like she does best.
"Oh Roguie!!" she sighed gleefully. Her smile was like that of the evil witches you find in storybooks.
It scared me.
She went back to the racks and finally pulled out a dark blue dress. But instead of putting it against herself, she put it in front of me. "Wow," she said, biting her lip. Her unsure face made me squint.
"What are you doing??" I asked impulsively. Jean quickly put it back on the rack.
"Just seeing if what looks good on you looks good on me."
"That does NOT look good on me!" I shouted defensively. Some people turned their heads and quickly went back to what they were looking at.
"Oh don't be such a grump, Roguie."
"Rogue," I sneered lowly. She didn't hear me. Instead she went back to the rack, humming parsimony to herself.
Jean could be such a brute sometimes.
Suddenly she gave a smart yelp and took out a red velvet dress. It was... really red. I scrunched my nose but Jean grabbed my arm and placed the dress in front of me.
"Whaddya think?" she asked, scrutinizingly. I wanted if off of me.
So I bit her arm.
She retorted with a shrill scream as I ducked. She acted on impulse, throwing the dress at my direction. But I dove and hid under a rack of dresses. I watched between coats how she clutched her arm and started to... laugh?! It was scary how she was unruffled. She laughed insanely, and picked up the dress.
"Perfect!" she cried, her eyes on me. I closed the crack with coat sleeves. "Aw come out, Roguie," she crooned. I was surprised she wasn't mad at my effrontery. But I still hid. She then parted the coats and pulled me out.
"You're like a wild animal hiding in the midst of folly," she compared sparingly. I really wanted to spit in her face, but reached out and touched the dress instead. It was itchy to my touch so I made my hand retreat. Jean, of course was oblivious, and laid in on the checkout counter. She paid and as we reached the door, she turned to me and said, "Thanks Roguie."
"Rogue." I corrected, indignant. She had looked at me with scrutiny in her eyes.
"Rogue. Thanks Rogue," she said, and draped the dress on my shoulders. Then she made me carry the dress to her car and to her room and that was the end of it.
November 21 ~ Jean's Birthday
Today I really don't wanna remember but do. So here goes nothing:
Ritzy came over two hours after the party started. There was a great deal of chatter, but at least it droned out the classical music Jean insisted on playing. Logan was sitting on the plastic chairs in the living room when Ritzy came in. Immediately Logan started sniffing and growling but kept a low profile. Ritzy frowned and commented that I shouldn't have friends that sniff people.
I told her it's just how Logan is.
But she insisted on getting her way so we made our way to the back. Jean was there, telling all the guests if there was anything they wanted just tell her, and then she made Kurt assist them. I hadn't seen Remy all day but I was sure he was here somewhere. Anyway, we talked awhile, Ritzy and I. She commented that Jean's dress was really ugly and I laughed.
"You didn't pick it did you?" she asked jokingly. Good natured humor, that's for sure. Then Jean started counting her gifts. Twenty-one. She frowned. There were suuposed to be twenty-two people here.
I remember now: Remy wasn't here.
Then when I was sure she was going to cry and the real show would start, Remy appeared (dern). Scott cringed just as he had, but Jean didn't see. She was too busy telling him of her presents. Then he handed her a pink box - but it wasn't the ring box. Funny, it was the same color and bow, but the box was definitely bigger.
I didn't see them again until it was time to open her presents. When I saw what she got, I wondered why she would want more. After Scott gave her his gift, Remy handed her the box once again. She unwrapped it and gasped. Then she pulled out a blanket with real roses stitched into ivy sown into each other to make a mesh of a blanket.
It was absolutely gorgeous.
Jean threw her arms around Remy, dropping the pearl necklace from her lap to the ground. Scott's mouth hung in disbelief as Remy showed a satisfied smile.
He had won once again.
But I was baffled. Where was the ring? Maybe he's giving it to her tonight.
That dern Remy Weirdest. But that's getting off the subject.
"And you thought he was into me," I whispered to Ritzy. She shrugged and looked away.
When half the company was gone, Jean decided to make the living room for dancing and Xavier, who couldn't say no to her, approved. So then Scott who was highly disappointed and hurt with Jean, suddenly approached me and asked me to dance. What was I supposed to say? No?
He took my hand and led me to the floor. It was awkward, I'll tell you that much. He wasn't going to do anything but sway so I leaned my head into the nook of his shoulder and buried my face into his neck. I don't know if he was trying to make Jean annoyed, but if so, I was doing my part well. Or at least I hoped.
I don't know how or when I broke away, but when I did, I first saw Ritzy and she was frowning at Logan. And I was just about to go to her when someone caught my arm and dragged into the kitchen.
It was LeBeau. And he looked mad.
He started telling me --okay it was more of screaming than anything else-- how Kitty burned the stove and that he couldn't warm up the cake in the microwave. He was going through another round of screams when Ritzy opened the door and seeing Remy, turned to leave, but I caught her sleeve and dragged her in.
I told her she needed to hear this and when she reached out her hand to LeBeau, he ignored it and went on screaming.
That's when I got mad back.
I told LeBeau that if he didn't want my friend's company than there was no use for me there. Then he asked why she had to be in here, but I of course I couldn't tell him that she thought he liked me and this was a perfect chance to prove her wrong, so I just said that I wanted her there.
"Sorry, Ritzy is it? This is only a conversation between Rogue and me," Remy told her.
She was about to retreat, but I held on to her sleeve. "Don't you DARE send Ritzy out!" I yelled at him.
"I see no reason for her to be here," Remy replied.
"Nor do I," Ritzy said softly to me, but I wouldn't let go. Here was a chance to let her know she was accepting wrong vibes about this guy.
"You can use me as dirt, but do not try to command my friend around!"
"Fine, you could stay," he said to Ritzy, and to me, "are you happy now?"
"Rogue, I really don't.." Ritzy started, but I tugged harder at her sleeve. I needed her there. I didn't want Remy yelling at me or at least when we were alone.
"She doesn't want to stay," Remy said upon seeing her struggle.
She nodded, but I ignored that. "Why are you yelling at me? Couldn't you yell at Kitty?"
"If she would stop phasing out of the room, maybe yeah!"
"What does this have to do with me?" I croaked. I forgot his answer but I heard something that had to do with Jean.
Then I decided to get really piping mad.
"Yeah, what is it with you and Jean anyway? You're confusing, you know that, LeBeau?" I remember saying. Actually I remember everything I said. "What do you think she'll do with a rose blanket, huh, Remy? Can you tell me that? Guess you don't know Jean as much as you should. What can she do with it? Possibly cut it and sell it by the freeway or take the roses out and use the vines as a curtain.."
Then Remy interrupted. "Don't you dare bad mouth Jean," he sneered, "you have no right..."
"What right? Is that supposed to scare me? What about if she finds out you've been pulling me around to buy stuff you say you're going to give to her? Doesn't she have a right to know, LeBeau?"
"What are you gonna tell her? That I went from formal to crafty? Is it evil or terrible that I's trying to be..."
"A good boyfriend to his beb?" He looked at me incredulously as the feeling of triumph came over me. Ritzy who had been silent for the while, squeaked that we should go.
But I needed the last word. I told him I did his stupid task. Nothing more from me or anything from him. Then I walked Ritzy outside. She was quiet the whole way out until we got to her car. There she told me that was quite interesting.
"You were wrong," I said softly, "LeBeau is confusing but I think he really does love Jean."
"I don't know," Ritzy retorted, her voice still small. Suddenly there was a ripping of glass and from the balcony I heard:
"AND TOILET PAPER IS NOT REUSABLE!!!!" from LeBeau of course.
I gave Ritzy a pleased look but she huffed past me and into her car.
She's wrong. That's for sure. That girl is off her rocker. There is no point in arguing. I win. Wouldn't you think he likes Jean? It's not a rhetorical as it seems.
Damn, when my life stops being melodramatic, that'll be the day. That'll be the day when Ritzy is finally right and Remy likes me.
Let's hope that's not anytime soon.
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November 18
Something weird just happened. Kitty isn't here again - cooking class. She's trying to ace it, I've heard. So anyway, I was sitting by the window, doing my geometry homework (which I really don't get) when I suddenly hear some music playing just outside. When I went out to the balcony, I looked over and I'd be damned --having that just said--, Remy stood under the weeping willow that brushes against the den's glass with his guitar, plucking weakily at it. It was a sad song, but not familiar.
He reminded me of Roux of Chocolat.
So I called down to him, and he heard me.
"Jean's two windows down, LeBeau!" He didn't move. His hand swept across the strings as he called back to me.
"Is that so."
"Yes, I believe so." Again He didn't move. He went on strumming that song on his guitar, slowly.
"Am I bothering you?" I remember him asking. I forgot my answer though. He had moved. Finally. Then I saw Jean, her hair flapping wildly in the wind, so bright and red that it blinded me.
Oh. I didn't see any more of it since I fell off the sill by how -bright- Jean's hair is.
That's all for today.
November 19
Two days til Jean's birthday. She's inviting her soccer team and every teacher she had (good God). I haven't seen Remy all day, but Evan said he was in his room.
November 20
Still no sign of Remy. He has definitely confined himself in his room. Jean hasn't seemed to notice. Today she brought me along to buy a dress, but I see no reason why.
The store, if I remember correctly, was called Third Street. The prices were like what, $100 for a shirt? But being the favorite of the the loaded Xavier, Jean had the money.
"Roguie," she called, though she knows very well I hate that pet name, "how's this?" She held up this bright ugly yellow dress close to her red hair. I can remember pushing a grin.
"It's pretty on you," I lied.
"Really?" her voice was hefty.
"Oh definitely."
She bit her lip and shook her head. "Naw," she muttered and I remember rolling my eyes. This could take a while.
She took out another dress, this time pink. "Whaddya think? Provocative or ugly?"
How 'bout both? I thought of saying. Then I frowned nastily. "I don't know. Why couldn't you take Remy with you?"
She laughed, putting the dress back. "Silly Roguie.." --Again with the sick pet name-- "Remy's a guy. He doesn't go shopping."
I was about to pipe that I went with him to buy something the other day and remembered that that something was for her.
So instead, I told her that what he saw was what other men saw and that's what she wanted. Jean looked over her shoulder, her green eyes glistening. "You think so?" she asked innocently. I nodded. Then she laughed. Again. Nastily like she does best.
"Oh Roguie!!" she sighed gleefully. Her smile was like that of the evil witches you find in storybooks.
It scared me.
She went back to the racks and finally pulled out a dark blue dress. But instead of putting it against herself, she put it in front of me. "Wow," she said, biting her lip. Her unsure face made me squint.
"What are you doing??" I asked impulsively. Jean quickly put it back on the rack.
"Just seeing if what looks good on you looks good on me."
"That does NOT look good on me!" I shouted defensively. Some people turned their heads and quickly went back to what they were looking at.
"Oh don't be such a grump, Roguie."
"Rogue," I sneered lowly. She didn't hear me. Instead she went back to the rack, humming parsimony to herself.
Jean could be such a brute sometimes.
Suddenly she gave a smart yelp and took out a red velvet dress. It was... really red. I scrunched my nose but Jean grabbed my arm and placed the dress in front of me.
"Whaddya think?" she asked, scrutinizingly. I wanted if off of me.
So I bit her arm.
She retorted with a shrill scream as I ducked. She acted on impulse, throwing the dress at my direction. But I dove and hid under a rack of dresses. I watched between coats how she clutched her arm and started to... laugh?! It was scary how she was unruffled. She laughed insanely, and picked up the dress.
"Perfect!" she cried, her eyes on me. I closed the crack with coat sleeves. "Aw come out, Roguie," she crooned. I was surprised she wasn't mad at my effrontery. But I still hid. She then parted the coats and pulled me out.
"You're like a wild animal hiding in the midst of folly," she compared sparingly. I really wanted to spit in her face, but reached out and touched the dress instead. It was itchy to my touch so I made my hand retreat. Jean, of course was oblivious, and laid in on the checkout counter. She paid and as we reached the door, she turned to me and said, "Thanks Roguie."
"Rogue." I corrected, indignant. She had looked at me with scrutiny in her eyes.
"Rogue. Thanks Rogue," she said, and draped the dress on my shoulders. Then she made me carry the dress to her car and to her room and that was the end of it.
November 21 ~ Jean's Birthday
Today I really don't wanna remember but do. So here goes nothing:
Ritzy came over two hours after the party started. There was a great deal of chatter, but at least it droned out the classical music Jean insisted on playing. Logan was sitting on the plastic chairs in the living room when Ritzy came in. Immediately Logan started sniffing and growling but kept a low profile. Ritzy frowned and commented that I shouldn't have friends that sniff people.
I told her it's just how Logan is.
But she insisted on getting her way so we made our way to the back. Jean was there, telling all the guests if there was anything they wanted just tell her, and then she made Kurt assist them. I hadn't seen Remy all day but I was sure he was here somewhere. Anyway, we talked awhile, Ritzy and I. She commented that Jean's dress was really ugly and I laughed.
"You didn't pick it did you?" she asked jokingly. Good natured humor, that's for sure. Then Jean started counting her gifts. Twenty-one. She frowned. There were suuposed to be twenty-two people here.
I remember now: Remy wasn't here.
Then when I was sure she was going to cry and the real show would start, Remy appeared (dern). Scott cringed just as he had, but Jean didn't see. She was too busy telling him of her presents. Then he handed her a pink box - but it wasn't the ring box. Funny, it was the same color and bow, but the box was definitely bigger.
I didn't see them again until it was time to open her presents. When I saw what she got, I wondered why she would want more. After Scott gave her his gift, Remy handed her the box once again. She unwrapped it and gasped. Then she pulled out a blanket with real roses stitched into ivy sown into each other to make a mesh of a blanket.
It was absolutely gorgeous.
Jean threw her arms around Remy, dropping the pearl necklace from her lap to the ground. Scott's mouth hung in disbelief as Remy showed a satisfied smile.
He had won once again.
But I was baffled. Where was the ring? Maybe he's giving it to her tonight.
That dern Remy Weirdest. But that's getting off the subject.
"And you thought he was into me," I whispered to Ritzy. She shrugged and looked away.
When half the company was gone, Jean decided to make the living room for dancing and Xavier, who couldn't say no to her, approved. So then Scott who was highly disappointed and hurt with Jean, suddenly approached me and asked me to dance. What was I supposed to say? No?
He took my hand and led me to the floor. It was awkward, I'll tell you that much. He wasn't going to do anything but sway so I leaned my head into the nook of his shoulder and buried my face into his neck. I don't know if he was trying to make Jean annoyed, but if so, I was doing my part well. Or at least I hoped.
I don't know how or when I broke away, but when I did, I first saw Ritzy and she was frowning at Logan. And I was just about to go to her when someone caught my arm and dragged into the kitchen.
It was LeBeau. And he looked mad.
He started telling me --okay it was more of screaming than anything else-- how Kitty burned the stove and that he couldn't warm up the cake in the microwave. He was going through another round of screams when Ritzy opened the door and seeing Remy, turned to leave, but I caught her sleeve and dragged her in.
I told her she needed to hear this and when she reached out her hand to LeBeau, he ignored it and went on screaming.
That's when I got mad back.
I told LeBeau that if he didn't want my friend's company than there was no use for me there. Then he asked why she had to be in here, but I of course I couldn't tell him that she thought he liked me and this was a perfect chance to prove her wrong, so I just said that I wanted her there.
"Sorry, Ritzy is it? This is only a conversation between Rogue and me," Remy told her.
She was about to retreat, but I held on to her sleeve. "Don't you DARE send Ritzy out!" I yelled at him.
"I see no reason for her to be here," Remy replied.
"Nor do I," Ritzy said softly to me, but I wouldn't let go. Here was a chance to let her know she was accepting wrong vibes about this guy.
"You can use me as dirt, but do not try to command my friend around!"
"Fine, you could stay," he said to Ritzy, and to me, "are you happy now?"
"Rogue, I really don't.." Ritzy started, but I tugged harder at her sleeve. I needed her there. I didn't want Remy yelling at me or at least when we were alone.
"She doesn't want to stay," Remy said upon seeing her struggle.
She nodded, but I ignored that. "Why are you yelling at me? Couldn't you yell at Kitty?"
"If she would stop phasing out of the room, maybe yeah!"
"What does this have to do with me?" I croaked. I forgot his answer but I heard something that had to do with Jean.
Then I decided to get really piping mad.
"Yeah, what is it with you and Jean anyway? You're confusing, you know that, LeBeau?" I remember saying. Actually I remember everything I said. "What do you think she'll do with a rose blanket, huh, Remy? Can you tell me that? Guess you don't know Jean as much as you should. What can she do with it? Possibly cut it and sell it by the freeway or take the roses out and use the vines as a curtain.."
Then Remy interrupted. "Don't you dare bad mouth Jean," he sneered, "you have no right..."
"What right? Is that supposed to scare me? What about if she finds out you've been pulling me around to buy stuff you say you're going to give to her? Doesn't she have a right to know, LeBeau?"
"What are you gonna tell her? That I went from formal to crafty? Is it evil or terrible that I's trying to be..."
"A good boyfriend to his beb?" He looked at me incredulously as the feeling of triumph came over me. Ritzy who had been silent for the while, squeaked that we should go.
But I needed the last word. I told him I did his stupid task. Nothing more from me or anything from him. Then I walked Ritzy outside. She was quiet the whole way out until we got to her car. There she told me that was quite interesting.
"You were wrong," I said softly, "LeBeau is confusing but I think he really does love Jean."
"I don't know," Ritzy retorted, her voice still small. Suddenly there was a ripping of glass and from the balcony I heard:
"AND TOILET PAPER IS NOT REUSABLE!!!!" from LeBeau of course.
I gave Ritzy a pleased look but she huffed past me and into her car.
She's wrong. That's for sure. That girl is off her rocker. There is no point in arguing. I win. Wouldn't you think he likes Jean? It's not a rhetorical as it seems.
Damn, when my life stops being melodramatic, that'll be the day. That'll be the day when Ritzy is finally right and Remy likes me.
Let's hope that's not anytime soon.
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