November 28 ~ Thanksgiving
How do I put today? As a day of thanksgiving in which I become angry and get grounded by Logan? In a sense, and definitely a way, that's true. My head hurts but Kitty took out the T.V. in our room, so all I can do in my confinement is write.
We were preparing the meal, when Jean came from behind me and asked how was last week which acutally implies to Remy. I told her he was as solid as the cranberry sauce and not cheating on her, leaving out Clairemont's and his late night escade. She smiled and talked no more as I funneled out the corn while Kitty stuffed the turkey with her own receipe stuffing.
Then when Remy was carving the turkey (don't ask why he was doing it), he suddenly made it explode, purple stuff splattering against the walls and furniture.
It was a spectacular mess of violet.
Mr. McCoy said that it was safer to look at it instead of eat it. Of course he was talking about the stuffing, but when Kitty started to tear up, he went back on his word.
Though who could blame him? He was right.
After we ate the turkey-less meal and cleaned up the purple stuff, we gathered around the fireplace with popcorn. Scott saw Jean about to sit on Remy's lap and commented that it wasn't vacant before. She looked at him -actually everyone did- and asked what he meant by that.
"Oh, you know," he said casually, and then looked at me. I can still hear the deafening sound of silence overcome the room, "it's not everyday you see Remy without a girl. I bet you went through twenty one night right?" Silence. Remy looked angry. He was just about to pounce when I spoke up. I didn't want I fight, really, I didn't, so I said, "Guys, come on. One night shows are old now." Then Jean asked WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??
Remy grinded his jaw. "How would y' know? It's non like y' can actually feel."
That got me. Seriously, you could make me mad by talking down my friends or my appearance, or my room for all I care. But I just get mad. What really kills me is when you talk about what I can't do cuz of my friggin powers. You JUST DON'T DO THAT.
So then, I see outta the corner of my eye Xavier shake his bald head vigorously, while Rahne puts a hand over her mouth.
As for me, well, I was friggin mad.
I threw my popcorn, which Remy easily dodged as it flew into Scott's face.
Angry that I didn't succeed, tackled Remy and banged his head on the carpet, screaming that he should say sorry. He grabbed my shirt and flung me off and threw himself across me.
"Get off!" I screamed. He didn't budge.
"Pfuit! You's be dangerous!" he said back. No one did anything. I think that was smart - when I get mad, NO ONE can stop me.
Then, he moved, but only because Jean was moving him with her powers. When she had moved him far enough, I tackled him yet again, resisting her powers. Finally, Logan came in and yelled, "What da hell??!!" and plucked me away from Remy.
Correction. No one can stop me except maybe Logan.
So now I'm grounded and all because of stupid Remy. It was kinda funny too, seeing Jean sprawled out on the floor, tired and moaning her brain hurted. So I think all that tackling was worth it.
November 29
I am bored outta my MIND. I mean, three days without anything to do except throw things whenever Kitty phases through the room. Nothing more.
November 30
Look how PATHETIC I am! Saturday night and grounded! I had to tell Ritzy about my grounding and she LAUGHED! Can you believe it?! My life disappitates just like a river runs dry. Nothing more.
December 1
Okay, so I get tired of sitting around all day (that and because Kitty finally came to her senses and now stays away from me) and decide to catch a movie two blocks down (I swear, you can never get out of town. There's no reason to)and snuck down the stairs. My own fault that I passed the kitchen, for when I did, Ororo called me in. She was talking on the phone, AND making soup AND baking a cake all at the same time. It was really a sight, I'll tell you that much.
"Rogue," she said, stirring the batter while pushing the receiver away from her mouth, "what are you doing out of your room?" She didn't even wait for me to answer: she was that rushy. "Could you help me out a little since you're out? I won't tell Xavier."
Heh. It was kinda funny hearing her say that she'll keep something away from Xavier considering they're like -tight- persay. But hey, I was really buying it.
"Sure. What ya want me to do?" I asked, all anxious. Ororo continued to stir and looked up at me again.
"There's a tray there," she nodded her head toward a black tray with soup and several spoons sitting on the counter away from the stove. I went over and picked it up, "could you bring it to Remy for me hon?"
I almost dropped the tray - I was so surprised. Thankfully, I caught myself in time and noticed that Ororo was holding her breath as well. "What's wrong with Remy?" I asked scornfully.
"He's sick, hon," Ororo explained, and turned her back towards me. I couldn't just turn her down - she did say she wasn't gonna tell Xavier I was out of my room, so I ran up the steps and pushed open the door. I heard Remy cough and frowned my best.
"Ro? Dat you chere?" he asked, his voice weakly, and I stood in his light so he could see me. He jumped in his bed and rasped, "what de hell are you's doing here?"
"Don't think I wanted to," I explained, putting the tray down on his dresser. I turned to go but Remy said, " What are you doing?" then he calmed his voice down, "Ro brings it ta me."
"Fuck you," I said, and turned to go again. But I caught his reflection in the dresser's mirror and sighed. He did look pathetic. So I took up the tray and brought it to him and looked around as he sat up in his bed. "Where's Jean?" I asked, handing him the spoon.
"She had some shoppin' t' do," Remy told me. He took a sip and grinned.
"Whatever," I said flatly. Then I noticed a TV and DVDs strewned all over the table across his bed. "Bootlegs?"
He flashed me that famous grin of his. "Not all, Rogue," he said, putting his spoon down. I went over to the table and picked up one. "'The Two Towers'?" I asked, dauntingly. He just smiled and picked up his tray, holding it out towards me.
"Merci," he said, and told me to compliment the chef. As I turned to go for the last time, I heard him say to visit him again.
I didn't answer. That and because I didn't have anything to say. You know what's weird? Remy is mean one day and nice the next. I'll never get used to this guy, I'll say.
December 2
Today, Scott asked if I would catch the sleigh ride with him down by River Banks. I told him to wait until it starts snowing. Well, I know now I won't be praying for snow any time soon.
December 3
I noticed Jean isn't in the mansion today? Isn't it weird, I mean, with Remy sick and all... though I'm not so sure why I even care...
December 4
3:32 am
That's so weird. I don't remember coming back to my bed. I went to go visit Remy last night since Jean was gone (after all) and he was all perched on his bed coughing like something wouldn't let go of his throat. But when he saw me he made himself stop and asked me to come in. Said he didn't have any visitors today and that it was always good to see me.
"Pfuit," I said (it means no) and took a seat by him, "I doubt that." He just smiled for a second, making it fade.
"I's be too sick ta go out," he murmured, frowning, "I need t' get out there again."
I knew he was talking about the money. It's always about the money. I took up a damp towel that I noticed by him and dabbed it against his face. "What are you gonna do?" I asked. He relaxed and said he didn't know. I remember feeling his forehead and yelping. He didn't believe me that he was that hot.
"How'd you know? You're wearing gloves," he said dauntingly.
"I think I know you're not good to go when the heat burns through the gloves, rat," I said, and continued to dab his forehead. He grabbed my hand and furrowed his brow.
"Stop worrying."
"I never said I was," I muttered. He let go of my hand and I felt regret race to my head.
"Jean worries," he said all slow. "She hates ta leave. But she's busy."
That, I knew was worst than a lie. "She could at least stay with you once in awhile."
"Aw, chere, den dat would put you out of t' picture wouldn't it?" I guess I looked surprised: that was the first time he called me chere, cuz he then apologized though I'm not sure for what. That's when I decided to leave, but he begged me to stay so I did. But I don't remember sleeping or getting up and yet I find myself in my bed. This makes no sense whatsoever.
1:00 pm
NOOO!!! It's started to snow!!!
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Jeanie*girl: Thank you! I'm actually astounded by how much people like my story!I'm also honored that you'd put this story on your favorite's list!
Fuzzy Elf: Yeah, you were right. *blushes madly* Thanks for catching that mistake! And also, thank you for putting this story on your favorite's list! I'm much obliged!
Starlightz6: Rogue was referring back to the fight in the kitchen where she made Ritzy see how evil Rem was. Remy.. okay I'll stop. I'll give away the rest of the story!
Christy S: Again! I'm really grateful that you put my story on their favorite's list!Thanks a bunch and I'm so happy that you enjoy my story!
How do I put today? As a day of thanksgiving in which I become angry and get grounded by Logan? In a sense, and definitely a way, that's true. My head hurts but Kitty took out the T.V. in our room, so all I can do in my confinement is write.
We were preparing the meal, when Jean came from behind me and asked how was last week which acutally implies to Remy. I told her he was as solid as the cranberry sauce and not cheating on her, leaving out Clairemont's and his late night escade. She smiled and talked no more as I funneled out the corn while Kitty stuffed the turkey with her own receipe stuffing.
Then when Remy was carving the turkey (don't ask why he was doing it), he suddenly made it explode, purple stuff splattering against the walls and furniture.
It was a spectacular mess of violet.
Mr. McCoy said that it was safer to look at it instead of eat it. Of course he was talking about the stuffing, but when Kitty started to tear up, he went back on his word.
Though who could blame him? He was right.
After we ate the turkey-less meal and cleaned up the purple stuff, we gathered around the fireplace with popcorn. Scott saw Jean about to sit on Remy's lap and commented that it wasn't vacant before. She looked at him -actually everyone did- and asked what he meant by that.
"Oh, you know," he said casually, and then looked at me. I can still hear the deafening sound of silence overcome the room, "it's not everyday you see Remy without a girl. I bet you went through twenty one night right?" Silence. Remy looked angry. He was just about to pounce when I spoke up. I didn't want I fight, really, I didn't, so I said, "Guys, come on. One night shows are old now." Then Jean asked WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??
Remy grinded his jaw. "How would y' know? It's non like y' can actually feel."
That got me. Seriously, you could make me mad by talking down my friends or my appearance, or my room for all I care. But I just get mad. What really kills me is when you talk about what I can't do cuz of my friggin powers. You JUST DON'T DO THAT.
So then, I see outta the corner of my eye Xavier shake his bald head vigorously, while Rahne puts a hand over her mouth.
As for me, well, I was friggin mad.
I threw my popcorn, which Remy easily dodged as it flew into Scott's face.
Angry that I didn't succeed, tackled Remy and banged his head on the carpet, screaming that he should say sorry. He grabbed my shirt and flung me off and threw himself across me.
"Get off!" I screamed. He didn't budge.
"Pfuit! You's be dangerous!" he said back. No one did anything. I think that was smart - when I get mad, NO ONE can stop me.
Then, he moved, but only because Jean was moving him with her powers. When she had moved him far enough, I tackled him yet again, resisting her powers. Finally, Logan came in and yelled, "What da hell??!!" and plucked me away from Remy.
Correction. No one can stop me except maybe Logan.
So now I'm grounded and all because of stupid Remy. It was kinda funny too, seeing Jean sprawled out on the floor, tired and moaning her brain hurted. So I think all that tackling was worth it.
November 29
I am bored outta my MIND. I mean, three days without anything to do except throw things whenever Kitty phases through the room. Nothing more.
November 30
Look how PATHETIC I am! Saturday night and grounded! I had to tell Ritzy about my grounding and she LAUGHED! Can you believe it?! My life disappitates just like a river runs dry. Nothing more.
December 1
Okay, so I get tired of sitting around all day (that and because Kitty finally came to her senses and now stays away from me) and decide to catch a movie two blocks down (I swear, you can never get out of town. There's no reason to)and snuck down the stairs. My own fault that I passed the kitchen, for when I did, Ororo called me in. She was talking on the phone, AND making soup AND baking a cake all at the same time. It was really a sight, I'll tell you that much.
"Rogue," she said, stirring the batter while pushing the receiver away from her mouth, "what are you doing out of your room?" She didn't even wait for me to answer: she was that rushy. "Could you help me out a little since you're out? I won't tell Xavier."
Heh. It was kinda funny hearing her say that she'll keep something away from Xavier considering they're like -tight- persay. But hey, I was really buying it.
"Sure. What ya want me to do?" I asked, all anxious. Ororo continued to stir and looked up at me again.
"There's a tray there," she nodded her head toward a black tray with soup and several spoons sitting on the counter away from the stove. I went over and picked it up, "could you bring it to Remy for me hon?"
I almost dropped the tray - I was so surprised. Thankfully, I caught myself in time and noticed that Ororo was holding her breath as well. "What's wrong with Remy?" I asked scornfully.
"He's sick, hon," Ororo explained, and turned her back towards me. I couldn't just turn her down - she did say she wasn't gonna tell Xavier I was out of my room, so I ran up the steps and pushed open the door. I heard Remy cough and frowned my best.
"Ro? Dat you chere?" he asked, his voice weakly, and I stood in his light so he could see me. He jumped in his bed and rasped, "what de hell are you's doing here?"
"Don't think I wanted to," I explained, putting the tray down on his dresser. I turned to go but Remy said, " What are you doing?" then he calmed his voice down, "Ro brings it ta me."
"Fuck you," I said, and turned to go again. But I caught his reflection in the dresser's mirror and sighed. He did look pathetic. So I took up the tray and brought it to him and looked around as he sat up in his bed. "Where's Jean?" I asked, handing him the spoon.
"She had some shoppin' t' do," Remy told me. He took a sip and grinned.
"Whatever," I said flatly. Then I noticed a TV and DVDs strewned all over the table across his bed. "Bootlegs?"
He flashed me that famous grin of his. "Not all, Rogue," he said, putting his spoon down. I went over to the table and picked up one. "'The Two Towers'?" I asked, dauntingly. He just smiled and picked up his tray, holding it out towards me.
"Merci," he said, and told me to compliment the chef. As I turned to go for the last time, I heard him say to visit him again.
I didn't answer. That and because I didn't have anything to say. You know what's weird? Remy is mean one day and nice the next. I'll never get used to this guy, I'll say.
December 2
Today, Scott asked if I would catch the sleigh ride with him down by River Banks. I told him to wait until it starts snowing. Well, I know now I won't be praying for snow any time soon.
December 3
I noticed Jean isn't in the mansion today? Isn't it weird, I mean, with Remy sick and all... though I'm not so sure why I even care...
December 4
3:32 am
That's so weird. I don't remember coming back to my bed. I went to go visit Remy last night since Jean was gone (after all) and he was all perched on his bed coughing like something wouldn't let go of his throat. But when he saw me he made himself stop and asked me to come in. Said he didn't have any visitors today and that it was always good to see me.
"Pfuit," I said (it means no) and took a seat by him, "I doubt that." He just smiled for a second, making it fade.
"I's be too sick ta go out," he murmured, frowning, "I need t' get out there again."
I knew he was talking about the money. It's always about the money. I took up a damp towel that I noticed by him and dabbed it against his face. "What are you gonna do?" I asked. He relaxed and said he didn't know. I remember feeling his forehead and yelping. He didn't believe me that he was that hot.
"How'd you know? You're wearing gloves," he said dauntingly.
"I think I know you're not good to go when the heat burns through the gloves, rat," I said, and continued to dab his forehead. He grabbed my hand and furrowed his brow.
"Stop worrying."
"I never said I was," I muttered. He let go of my hand and I felt regret race to my head.
"Jean worries," he said all slow. "She hates ta leave. But she's busy."
That, I knew was worst than a lie. "She could at least stay with you once in awhile."
"Aw, chere, den dat would put you out of t' picture wouldn't it?" I guess I looked surprised: that was the first time he called me chere, cuz he then apologized though I'm not sure for what. That's when I decided to leave, but he begged me to stay so I did. But I don't remember sleeping or getting up and yet I find myself in my bed. This makes no sense whatsoever.
1:00 pm
NOOO!!! It's started to snow!!!
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Jeanie*girl: Thank you! I'm actually astounded by how much people like my story!I'm also honored that you'd put this story on your favorite's list!
Fuzzy Elf: Yeah, you were right. *blushes madly* Thanks for catching that mistake! And also, thank you for putting this story on your favorite's list! I'm much obliged!
Starlightz6: Rogue was referring back to the fight in the kitchen where she made Ritzy see how evil Rem was. Remy.. okay I'll stop. I'll give away the rest of the story!
Christy S: Again! I'm really grateful that you put my story on their favorite's list!Thanks a bunch and I'm so happy that you enjoy my story!