Author's Note: Okay, there are a few Lancitty and Kuranda (Kurt/Amanda) moments, though I really don't support both. I just don't want to make them (Kitty/Kurt) get together in this story, though I love Kurtty. Also I have a dedication!
To Batman: Since you asked me to Homecoming. And I said no. (for a reason beyond my control)
Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
December 5
It's still snowing. Scott doesn't say anything but he does give me the -eye- whenever he passes me. Like I'm gonna give in.
6:37 pm
I gave in. Scott dragged me all the way down to River Banks where there were sleigh rides pulled by these raggedly-looking horses with hats and bells to "accentuate" their appearance. I didn't see any reason for him to pull me down here until he waved and I caught a glimpse of red hair. That could only mean one person with one purpose: Jean.
Why didn't I see this coming?? I'm as blind as Scott. Or maybe Remy.
So anyway, Scott drags me down there and meets up with Jean who of course was with Remy. He didn't look any better than yesterday - still shivering and sneezing. But I don't think Jean noticed - she had passes for today only (which she got from one of her many admirers, this one owning the place) and didn't want to waste them.
"Hi Jean!" Scott said and murmured a hello to Remy. He sneezed in response.
"So what brings you down here today?" Jean asked him and smiled at me warmingly. I shoved a smile.
"Oh, the weather just brings everyone here," he said casually, but if you really thought about it, he was only there for Jean. Why else would he haul someone like me down there?
"How 'bout you? Why'd you drag Remy down here?" Scott asked, looking sideways at LeBeau. Jean's answer was drowned out by coughing. I asked Remy if he was okay, and Jean piped for him that he was great. "Just a light cold, right sweetie?" she said all sugary. Remy nodded and sneezed.
"Are you sure?" I raised an eyebrow. He blew his nose and pushed a small smile.
"I'll be fine sans doute," he reassured me, before being pulled into Jean's direction.
"Sorry, but we have to catch a sleigh before this place closes," she said sweetly and waved to us. Scott took a step forward in lament and frowned.
"But..." he said, and turned to me after savoring the abandonment. "Let's go," he ordered and walked in the same direction. I had no choice but to follow - like you know, I don't get out much and didn't want to get lost now.
So we jumped into a sleigh with a black horse pulling and a coachman holding its reigns. Scott ignored me the whole time we sat there - he was too busy looking to see where Jean was. But I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy since all he did was center Jean in his life and mind. He breathes off Jean. He lives for Jean. She has him tightly wrapped around her finger.
He's a complete sucker for the girl.
So then we finally see them in a sleigh and Scott tells the coachman to pull up next to them, and when he does, Scott suddenly gets up and jumps into the sleigh!! Not to mention leaving me behind, stunned and alone. Jean starts yelling and gosh, she really knows a lot of cuss words, before she pushes him out and lands him in the snow. But before they could go anywhere, he grabs hold of Remy's arm and pulls him into the snow with him. Jean couldn't stop the sleigh since the horse was excited over everything that had happened and wouldn't slow down. So that's when I jumped into the action. I told the coachman to steer back so I could pick them up. He obeyed, but while I was helping Remy into the sleigh, Scott did something to disturb the horse, which made him giddy and runs away, leaving Scott to yell at us. I yelled back that we'd return but I don't think he heard me. He was too busy cursing his voice out.
While we were racing down the road, Remy told me that this has been interesting. He was still running high on his fever, and I scolded him for coming out, but he just gurgled deep in his throat and said something about not letting down Jean. Then he put his head on my shoulder and I swear he had fallen asleep and I forgot about how he was being irresponsible and decisively irreversibly insane for letting himself out though I hadn't the slightest idea how he got sick in the first place. But that all just disappeared the moment he laid his head on my shoulder - I still can't believe he did that. But I'll dismiss it - he's sick. Still, I thought it was kinda sweet in a way..
Okay, now I'm the one going insane.
So then we turn back and pick up Scott who was still cussing and once in awhile looking ahead to see if Jean was there. He didn't even notice Remy asleep - he was that angry. But when we finally arrived, Jean and he had a cussing fight and I just looked on with the coachman and the horse as Remy slept. It was actually fun to watch, and it looked like Jean was winning, but in the end I had to wake Remy up. He didn't budge but opened one eye.
"Was I asleep?" he asked me weakly. I smiled and brushed his bangs away.
"Sure," I said. He looked over and saw Jean and Scott fighting and actually snuggled closer to me.
"Ca c'est bon," he said, which meant he thought it was good and sat up. I didn't show my lament when his head left my shoulder and suddenly got down from the sleigh and dragged Jean away while she continued screaming, but I sure did feel it. So I climbed down as well and told Scott we should go home while he looked at me in vivid defeat. My pity came back as I led him back to his car which was half covered in snow when we discovered it, being parked under a tree and all. Made him even madder but I said I'd shovel it out for him. Though we did and it was a wet ride the whole way back, I think I actually had fun.
"Thanks for today!" I told him, and really meant it. Right now, I think Scott's still cursing in the garage.
Poor guy.
December 6
Tomorrow they leave. Each and everyone of them leave me to be left alone in the cold, lonely depths of the mansion.
YESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1:30pm
Well, come to think of it, this sure is going to be a really boring Christmas. At least last year I spent it with Scott. Everyone has family except me. And maybe Xavier. But who wants to be left with Xavier?? Oh and Mr. McCoy too, but I know this won't be fun. Hmph. I mean, this would be so Jonathan Taylor Thomas if I were actually going HOME for Christmas. But I'm not. Oh! Ritzy! I'll call Ritzy to come over!!
two minutes later
She's not HOME! OMG, I'm spazing! I'm actually spazing!!! I don't want to be left here alone with two guys for all I know enjoy bingo and ban alcohol! This is SO NOT COOL.
December 7
They left. I'm all alone. I had to say good-bye of course, couldn't be all I-hate-you-don't-come back cuz I really wanted them to stay. Even said good-bye to Scott whose brother came by to pick him up. Ororo asked me to water her plants and gave me a list of how much one pot is supposed to take before taking Evan with her into a cab. They all seemed eager to go, and hey, I couldn't blame them. They have -families-. Kurt and Kitty also left (separately, mind you all) after Ororo and then Sam, Rahne, Bobby, and that guy I can't remember - okay, yeah Jamie. Jubilation said she'd write and waved before the taxi sped off. Jean had Remy load the suitcases into her SUV while she told me she left some shoes up in her room if I wanted to use them.
Pointless. Absolutely pointless.
Jean hugged me and said she'll be back with my gift. Then she left. I don't even remember when Remy went back inside. Track marks still imprint the snow and I waited for awhile as if they were coming back so soon. Stood out there while the snow piled on my shoulders. Stood out there until I was buried ankle-deep in snow. Stood out there until Mr. McCoy led me back into the mansion. And I haven't been downstairs since.
December 8
Oh. My. Gosh. I just prowled through the mansion and found out everyone had locked their doors! Well, Xavier has keys, so I took them while he wasn't looking and just started opening everyone's doors. Jean practically cleaned out her dressers, but she did leave shoes in the closet: red ones. Ha! Like I have anything red. One day I'll lend her my black boots - like she has anything black.
Anyway, I just happened to open Kurt's door, when I found a note on the floor by his dresser in really bad English:
1 bottle wine (scratched out)
2 chairs dwnstars
3 candestcks
4 flower arrangmants
5 fud entrees
6 spoons and forks (all together)
7 ties to try on
8 hundred dollers ta buy new suit
9 teen songs ta play
10 of December
11 sessions of dancing
12 midnite
Well, either Kurt or Remy wrote it. But for who? It seems like a date to me. Maybe it's for Kurt... but why would Remy want to do this for Kurt? Or visa versa? Well, the tenth of December isn't far from now, so I guess I'll find out on Wednesday.
December 9
I searched Kitty's closet and found gushy love letters from Lance. Tehehe. This one's my favorite:
I'm a sucker, that's for sure.
Whenever I see you it's like a dream so true.
You are my air, something I can't live without.
You drag me down with you, but I refuse to give up.
I believe in us - do you?
Not bad for someone like Lance. She has like, what? Twenty of them? Lance had some free time on his hands. I really need to tease him about this. Oh, I hear a doorbell. That reminds me, I invited Ritzy over!
later
Ritzy says that the note I found at Kurt's room is defintely for a date. So to prove it, we searched the mansion for the things on the list. First we made a stop down in Logan's cellar (he's oblivious that we know about it) and found a bottle of Red Wine was gone. Check that off our list. Then we looked in the dining room, but the chair set was full. But when we went outside, the nice garden chairs that Ororo keeps near her lilac bushes (which I need to remember to water) were gone. That went off out list also. Then we searched the bedroom corridor for missing candlesticks. Whoever took them was being smart: one was gone from three holders at different rooms. That was difficult to search - took us an hour at the least.
Then we we went down the street and asked Mai Chou who owns the Flower Shop if anyone had come in for any orders of flower arrangements. She said, yes, but she delivered them to an Ororo. I told Ritzy Ororo doesn't keep flowers, neither does she decorate with them. So it was really delivered to Kurt or Remy. Check that off.
Then we looked in the phone book for the nearest German restaurant and then for Cajun restaurant. A grand total of 60 in this town alone (altogether, whew). So we drove around in Ritzy's car, looking around and finally finding them all. None said they were catering for the night of December 10 - well, at least not for the mansion anyway.
So we return to Kurt's room, and looked through his belongings (so snoopy) and found Italian and Cajun receipes stuffed inside a sock (great place to keep things {must remember that myself}). Five entrees total.
After we checked that off our list, we went back to the kitchen and found silverware pieces gone. That was easy, since there are sixteen of us and two forks and two spoons were gone. I know this, cuz Mr. McCoy likes to count things (he gets bored too) and takes the silverware out and tallies them. I'm not kidding. I saw him once, and he made me promise not to reveal his obsession, but quite frankly I think he's crazy. I mean, I'm bored but I don't go all out counting things. That's plain weird.
Well, anyway, we were prowling once again through Scott's and then Kurt's things, looking for ties, when someone asked what we were doing. It was Remy of course. He had recovered a bit, his face no longer pale and his voice improved and was dressed in his jeans and a black turtleneck. He had, evidently, caught us, but we weren't about to tell him anything.
"Ritzy lost her earring," I lied, tugging down my sleeve to cover the note. But Remy had already noticed it and slyly took it from my clenched hand. "Hey give that back!" I said. Remy furrowed his brow as he read the contents.
"Where did you find dis?" he asked us. We put our heads down in shame. "This is absolutely..." then he burst out laughing. "Are you findin' the things on dis list?" he asked between laughter. We frowned and I took the note away. "Are you THAT pathetic?"
I hit him in the stomach and he fell back hard on his back. I thought I had killed him when I heard him laugh harder.
"Oui," he said, standing up again. "You make Remy laugh, non?" he said, rubbing his back. Ritzy put her hands on her hips. "So are you going to tell Kurt?" she asked indignant.
"Pfuit," he said, waving his hand and turning around. Then he disappeared and we didn't see him again.
"That was uneventful," I said, smoothing out the note. Ritzy put a hand to her chin and smiled slyly. "What? I see a chortle in that grin of yours," I said. She laughed softly.
"I can't believe it," she said, her hand still over her mouth, "why didn't I see this in the first place?"
"What?" I asked, impatiently. It was almost nightfall and we still had to find 6 more items.
Ritzy didn't seem to care. "You're the one in love with him!!" she cried impulsively. And laughed some more.
"I am not!" I rasped, and covered her mouth. "Shut up," I told her, but she didn't obey.
"I had it all wrong! You're the one falling for him!"
"Okay, that's a friggin LIE. I don't fall for anyone nor can I. Scott was just a passerby waiting to be hit," I wooed. She just continued to grin. "Can we please just find the other items?" I asked, tired. Ritzy nodded, but I knew she wanted to tease me after all this. The truth is, I don't know what I feel about Remy. Seriously. But of course, Ritzy would never believe me, therefore I can never tell her.
We found crumpled ties under Kurt's bed, six in all, and they also all belonged to Scott. We figured the seventh tie would be worn tomorrow night. For the eight hundred dollars, we couldn't really pry into Kurt's account, but asked Hank if he had seen Kurt with any large amounts of money any time soon.
"Oh, a few times. He'd be asking Ororo to water her plants for twenty bucks each..." Then I remembered I had to water the plants, so that was cut short. Ritzy admired the rosemary while I just poured twenty minutes for each pot. But by the time I was finished, Ritzy had to go home. I told her we'd finish the search tomorrow, and she agreed.
December 10
Ritzy had to cancel. Some family business. This sucks. Now, I'm gonna hafta follow Kurt around alone. This is highly impossible since he's all the way in Germany by now. Again, this sucks.
10:30 pm
I didn't do anything today. I --- I hear music.
1:22 am
Ga lee. I just came down from the roof - where Kurt was with Amanda. I climbed up, since I heard guitar playing. It kinda reminded me of the kind of music you'd hear on the streets of Bayville - but the tunes were familiar and not some mumble jumble that they expect you to give them change for. But anyway, I reach the top, and it was actually peaceful up there - the snow was scraped off part of the roof and in the middle was a table with Ororo's garden chairs at each end. The bottle of wine sat off to a corner and candlelight lit the night as the air was filled with tomato sauce and garlic with spice.
It was highly romantic.
Then I looked off to the side and saw someone playing the guitar while a couple danced. Ha. Remy. I was actually surprised at the sight of this: I never pictured Remy being romantic. But I think it was really Kurt who was the romantic, cuz I caught a glimpse of blue in that expensive Gordiani suit he wore while he swung Amanda in his arms.
Replace Remy with a violinist and you've got yourself the scene from Kate and Leopold.
But I think this was better.
The snow had stopped as if it was just for this moment. I couldn't help but notice the gold tie Kurt wore - obviously Scott's. But it looked good on him. Kurt actually looked good. I watched awhile longer and then left. At exactly 12 midnight, I heard a bamf! And assumed Kurt was gone. I have been awake since.
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Rogue LeBeau: Thank you for adding my story to your favorite's list! I hope that this story continues to suspense everyone as it unravels! Rogue sounds like she's falling for Remy, non?
To Batman: Since you asked me to Homecoming. And I said no. (for a reason beyond my control)
Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
December 5
It's still snowing. Scott doesn't say anything but he does give me the -eye- whenever he passes me. Like I'm gonna give in.
6:37 pm
I gave in. Scott dragged me all the way down to River Banks where there were sleigh rides pulled by these raggedly-looking horses with hats and bells to "accentuate" their appearance. I didn't see any reason for him to pull me down here until he waved and I caught a glimpse of red hair. That could only mean one person with one purpose: Jean.
Why didn't I see this coming?? I'm as blind as Scott. Or maybe Remy.
So anyway, Scott drags me down there and meets up with Jean who of course was with Remy. He didn't look any better than yesterday - still shivering and sneezing. But I don't think Jean noticed - she had passes for today only (which she got from one of her many admirers, this one owning the place) and didn't want to waste them.
"Hi Jean!" Scott said and murmured a hello to Remy. He sneezed in response.
"So what brings you down here today?" Jean asked him and smiled at me warmingly. I shoved a smile.
"Oh, the weather just brings everyone here," he said casually, but if you really thought about it, he was only there for Jean. Why else would he haul someone like me down there?
"How 'bout you? Why'd you drag Remy down here?" Scott asked, looking sideways at LeBeau. Jean's answer was drowned out by coughing. I asked Remy if he was okay, and Jean piped for him that he was great. "Just a light cold, right sweetie?" she said all sugary. Remy nodded and sneezed.
"Are you sure?" I raised an eyebrow. He blew his nose and pushed a small smile.
"I'll be fine sans doute," he reassured me, before being pulled into Jean's direction.
"Sorry, but we have to catch a sleigh before this place closes," she said sweetly and waved to us. Scott took a step forward in lament and frowned.
"But..." he said, and turned to me after savoring the abandonment. "Let's go," he ordered and walked in the same direction. I had no choice but to follow - like you know, I don't get out much and didn't want to get lost now.
So we jumped into a sleigh with a black horse pulling and a coachman holding its reigns. Scott ignored me the whole time we sat there - he was too busy looking to see where Jean was. But I couldn't help but feel sorry for the guy since all he did was center Jean in his life and mind. He breathes off Jean. He lives for Jean. She has him tightly wrapped around her finger.
He's a complete sucker for the girl.
So then we finally see them in a sleigh and Scott tells the coachman to pull up next to them, and when he does, Scott suddenly gets up and jumps into the sleigh!! Not to mention leaving me behind, stunned and alone. Jean starts yelling and gosh, she really knows a lot of cuss words, before she pushes him out and lands him in the snow. But before they could go anywhere, he grabs hold of Remy's arm and pulls him into the snow with him. Jean couldn't stop the sleigh since the horse was excited over everything that had happened and wouldn't slow down. So that's when I jumped into the action. I told the coachman to steer back so I could pick them up. He obeyed, but while I was helping Remy into the sleigh, Scott did something to disturb the horse, which made him giddy and runs away, leaving Scott to yell at us. I yelled back that we'd return but I don't think he heard me. He was too busy cursing his voice out.
While we were racing down the road, Remy told me that this has been interesting. He was still running high on his fever, and I scolded him for coming out, but he just gurgled deep in his throat and said something about not letting down Jean. Then he put his head on my shoulder and I swear he had fallen asleep and I forgot about how he was being irresponsible and decisively irreversibly insane for letting himself out though I hadn't the slightest idea how he got sick in the first place. But that all just disappeared the moment he laid his head on my shoulder - I still can't believe he did that. But I'll dismiss it - he's sick. Still, I thought it was kinda sweet in a way..
Okay, now I'm the one going insane.
So then we turn back and pick up Scott who was still cussing and once in awhile looking ahead to see if Jean was there. He didn't even notice Remy asleep - he was that angry. But when we finally arrived, Jean and he had a cussing fight and I just looked on with the coachman and the horse as Remy slept. It was actually fun to watch, and it looked like Jean was winning, but in the end I had to wake Remy up. He didn't budge but opened one eye.
"Was I asleep?" he asked me weakly. I smiled and brushed his bangs away.
"Sure," I said. He looked over and saw Jean and Scott fighting and actually snuggled closer to me.
"Ca c'est bon," he said, which meant he thought it was good and sat up. I didn't show my lament when his head left my shoulder and suddenly got down from the sleigh and dragged Jean away while she continued screaming, but I sure did feel it. So I climbed down as well and told Scott we should go home while he looked at me in vivid defeat. My pity came back as I led him back to his car which was half covered in snow when we discovered it, being parked under a tree and all. Made him even madder but I said I'd shovel it out for him. Though we did and it was a wet ride the whole way back, I think I actually had fun.
"Thanks for today!" I told him, and really meant it. Right now, I think Scott's still cursing in the garage.
Poor guy.
December 6
Tomorrow they leave. Each and everyone of them leave me to be left alone in the cold, lonely depths of the mansion.
YESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1:30pm
Well, come to think of it, this sure is going to be a really boring Christmas. At least last year I spent it with Scott. Everyone has family except me. And maybe Xavier. But who wants to be left with Xavier?? Oh and Mr. McCoy too, but I know this won't be fun. Hmph. I mean, this would be so Jonathan Taylor Thomas if I were actually going HOME for Christmas. But I'm not. Oh! Ritzy! I'll call Ritzy to come over!!
two minutes later
She's not HOME! OMG, I'm spazing! I'm actually spazing!!! I don't want to be left here alone with two guys for all I know enjoy bingo and ban alcohol! This is SO NOT COOL.
December 7
They left. I'm all alone. I had to say good-bye of course, couldn't be all I-hate-you-don't-come back cuz I really wanted them to stay. Even said good-bye to Scott whose brother came by to pick him up. Ororo asked me to water her plants and gave me a list of how much one pot is supposed to take before taking Evan with her into a cab. They all seemed eager to go, and hey, I couldn't blame them. They have -families-. Kurt and Kitty also left (separately, mind you all) after Ororo and then Sam, Rahne, Bobby, and that guy I can't remember - okay, yeah Jamie. Jubilation said she'd write and waved before the taxi sped off. Jean had Remy load the suitcases into her SUV while she told me she left some shoes up in her room if I wanted to use them.
Pointless. Absolutely pointless.
Jean hugged me and said she'll be back with my gift. Then she left. I don't even remember when Remy went back inside. Track marks still imprint the snow and I waited for awhile as if they were coming back so soon. Stood out there while the snow piled on my shoulders. Stood out there until I was buried ankle-deep in snow. Stood out there until Mr. McCoy led me back into the mansion. And I haven't been downstairs since.
December 8
Oh. My. Gosh. I just prowled through the mansion and found out everyone had locked their doors! Well, Xavier has keys, so I took them while he wasn't looking and just started opening everyone's doors. Jean practically cleaned out her dressers, but she did leave shoes in the closet: red ones. Ha! Like I have anything red. One day I'll lend her my black boots - like she has anything black.
Anyway, I just happened to open Kurt's door, when I found a note on the floor by his dresser in really bad English:
1 bottle wine (scratched out)
2 chairs dwnstars
3 candestcks
4 flower arrangmants
5 fud entrees
6 spoons and forks (all together)
7 ties to try on
8 hundred dollers ta buy new suit
9 teen songs ta play
10 of December
11 sessions of dancing
12 midnite
Well, either Kurt or Remy wrote it. But for who? It seems like a date to me. Maybe it's for Kurt... but why would Remy want to do this for Kurt? Or visa versa? Well, the tenth of December isn't far from now, so I guess I'll find out on Wednesday.
December 9
I searched Kitty's closet and found gushy love letters from Lance. Tehehe. This one's my favorite:
I'm a sucker, that's for sure.
Whenever I see you it's like a dream so true.
You are my air, something I can't live without.
You drag me down with you, but I refuse to give up.
I believe in us - do you?
Not bad for someone like Lance. She has like, what? Twenty of them? Lance had some free time on his hands. I really need to tease him about this. Oh, I hear a doorbell. That reminds me, I invited Ritzy over!
later
Ritzy says that the note I found at Kurt's room is defintely for a date. So to prove it, we searched the mansion for the things on the list. First we made a stop down in Logan's cellar (he's oblivious that we know about it) and found a bottle of Red Wine was gone. Check that off our list. Then we looked in the dining room, but the chair set was full. But when we went outside, the nice garden chairs that Ororo keeps near her lilac bushes (which I need to remember to water) were gone. That went off out list also. Then we searched the bedroom corridor for missing candlesticks. Whoever took them was being smart: one was gone from three holders at different rooms. That was difficult to search - took us an hour at the least.
Then we we went down the street and asked Mai Chou who owns the Flower Shop if anyone had come in for any orders of flower arrangements. She said, yes, but she delivered them to an Ororo. I told Ritzy Ororo doesn't keep flowers, neither does she decorate with them. So it was really delivered to Kurt or Remy. Check that off.
Then we looked in the phone book for the nearest German restaurant and then for Cajun restaurant. A grand total of 60 in this town alone (altogether, whew). So we drove around in Ritzy's car, looking around and finally finding them all. None said they were catering for the night of December 10 - well, at least not for the mansion anyway.
So we return to Kurt's room, and looked through his belongings (so snoopy) and found Italian and Cajun receipes stuffed inside a sock (great place to keep things {must remember that myself}). Five entrees total.
After we checked that off our list, we went back to the kitchen and found silverware pieces gone. That was easy, since there are sixteen of us and two forks and two spoons were gone. I know this, cuz Mr. McCoy likes to count things (he gets bored too) and takes the silverware out and tallies them. I'm not kidding. I saw him once, and he made me promise not to reveal his obsession, but quite frankly I think he's crazy. I mean, I'm bored but I don't go all out counting things. That's plain weird.
Well, anyway, we were prowling once again through Scott's and then Kurt's things, looking for ties, when someone asked what we were doing. It was Remy of course. He had recovered a bit, his face no longer pale and his voice improved and was dressed in his jeans and a black turtleneck. He had, evidently, caught us, but we weren't about to tell him anything.
"Ritzy lost her earring," I lied, tugging down my sleeve to cover the note. But Remy had already noticed it and slyly took it from my clenched hand. "Hey give that back!" I said. Remy furrowed his brow as he read the contents.
"Where did you find dis?" he asked us. We put our heads down in shame. "This is absolutely..." then he burst out laughing. "Are you findin' the things on dis list?" he asked between laughter. We frowned and I took the note away. "Are you THAT pathetic?"
I hit him in the stomach and he fell back hard on his back. I thought I had killed him when I heard him laugh harder.
"Oui," he said, standing up again. "You make Remy laugh, non?" he said, rubbing his back. Ritzy put her hands on her hips. "So are you going to tell Kurt?" she asked indignant.
"Pfuit," he said, waving his hand and turning around. Then he disappeared and we didn't see him again.
"That was uneventful," I said, smoothing out the note. Ritzy put a hand to her chin and smiled slyly. "What? I see a chortle in that grin of yours," I said. She laughed softly.
"I can't believe it," she said, her hand still over her mouth, "why didn't I see this in the first place?"
"What?" I asked, impatiently. It was almost nightfall and we still had to find 6 more items.
Ritzy didn't seem to care. "You're the one in love with him!!" she cried impulsively. And laughed some more.
"I am not!" I rasped, and covered her mouth. "Shut up," I told her, but she didn't obey.
"I had it all wrong! You're the one falling for him!"
"Okay, that's a friggin LIE. I don't fall for anyone nor can I. Scott was just a passerby waiting to be hit," I wooed. She just continued to grin. "Can we please just find the other items?" I asked, tired. Ritzy nodded, but I knew she wanted to tease me after all this. The truth is, I don't know what I feel about Remy. Seriously. But of course, Ritzy would never believe me, therefore I can never tell her.
We found crumpled ties under Kurt's bed, six in all, and they also all belonged to Scott. We figured the seventh tie would be worn tomorrow night. For the eight hundred dollars, we couldn't really pry into Kurt's account, but asked Hank if he had seen Kurt with any large amounts of money any time soon.
"Oh, a few times. He'd be asking Ororo to water her plants for twenty bucks each..." Then I remembered I had to water the plants, so that was cut short. Ritzy admired the rosemary while I just poured twenty minutes for each pot. But by the time I was finished, Ritzy had to go home. I told her we'd finish the search tomorrow, and she agreed.
December 10
Ritzy had to cancel. Some family business. This sucks. Now, I'm gonna hafta follow Kurt around alone. This is highly impossible since he's all the way in Germany by now. Again, this sucks.
10:30 pm
I didn't do anything today. I --- I hear music.
1:22 am
Ga lee. I just came down from the roof - where Kurt was with Amanda. I climbed up, since I heard guitar playing. It kinda reminded me of the kind of music you'd hear on the streets of Bayville - but the tunes were familiar and not some mumble jumble that they expect you to give them change for. But anyway, I reach the top, and it was actually peaceful up there - the snow was scraped off part of the roof and in the middle was a table with Ororo's garden chairs at each end. The bottle of wine sat off to a corner and candlelight lit the night as the air was filled with tomato sauce and garlic with spice.
It was highly romantic.
Then I looked off to the side and saw someone playing the guitar while a couple danced. Ha. Remy. I was actually surprised at the sight of this: I never pictured Remy being romantic. But I think it was really Kurt who was the romantic, cuz I caught a glimpse of blue in that expensive Gordiani suit he wore while he swung Amanda in his arms.
Replace Remy with a violinist and you've got yourself the scene from Kate and Leopold.
But I think this was better.
The snow had stopped as if it was just for this moment. I couldn't help but notice the gold tie Kurt wore - obviously Scott's. But it looked good on him. Kurt actually looked good. I watched awhile longer and then left. At exactly 12 midnight, I heard a bamf! And assumed Kurt was gone. I have been awake since.
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Rogue LeBeau: Thank you for adding my story to your favorite's list! I hope that this story continues to suspense everyone as it unravels! Rogue sounds like she's falling for Remy, non?