Hey All!
I have reviews to respond to (forgot in the last chapter. sorry!)
Lady MR-I agree with you, but I hate writing from Scott's pov. It's just grr. I hope you like this one better. Kitty's more fun.
Beth-I'm glad you enjoy my story! Thanks for reviewing. That goes to the rest of you too. You guys are the best.
Stralightz-Dang! So far no one knows! They guys were in shock and dread because Rogue was mostly uncovered, and well, with her powers it was. . .not good. Sorry if you didn't get that, or were looking for a deaper meaning.
Nena- Thanks, I thought so too.
Marvel's on an ego trip. They just want me to admit the X-men aren't mine. Uncaring spoot heads. *sniff* I have feelings too ya know. (on that note, I still don't know who wrote the plot for the last chapter. So I'll continue feeling like a heel. Thank you)
Enjoy.
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Kitty: " It was, like, Monday afternoon. I was lying on my bed, listening to Celine Dion. Rogue was on her bed with her headphones on. She was just, like, laying there chilling. You know, hands on her stomache, like, Discman in her hands, like, legs crossed, like, flat on her back. She looked like a picture in, like, 'Teenage Wasteland Magazine'. I don't know how, but she managed to look, like, um, like she was sluoched even when she las laying down. Not that she ever slouches, but she, like, seems like she _should_ be slouching.
I think I got more weird stares after uttering that paragraph than I have ever gotten for anything else in my entire life.
"Anyway, I was trying to finish my homework, when for no good reason Remy walks into our room. This is actually not, like, out of the ordinary. Rogue saw him before me. I, like, know this because she had turned on her side and was looking at Remy. Not just that, that would be, like, normal for her. She was, like, um, trying. I know that doesn't sound. . .interresting, but it was weird. I'll try to, like, explain this to you.
Rogue looked like she couldn't decide whether to hide her head in shame, or come after me with an ice pick. I hope she does the former.
"She had pulled one leg over the other, her head propped up on one hand, and her hair thrown behind her head, Discman in her hand, still in front of her stomache, but it was, different somehow. She just had this look on her face, for a second or two, that I've never seen before. It was look that, like, said 'Notice me.' It lasted a total of one second, but it was totally there."
Rogue protested very loudly at that. She, like, thinks she's fooling people. And she says I need to get back with Lance because I'm mope-y and trying to be her matchmaker. Hypocrite. I am not mope-y. I'm better off with out that jerk. (AN: SUre Kitty, you keep telling yourself that.)
"It is not bull! You do _so_ like him. I have photographic proof that you were laying exactly like that when he came in. You were totally subliminably flirting."
[I just wish I'd gotten a picture of that expression. I wouldn't need to pay for my own stuff ever again with the blackmail from that.]
Rogue started laughing, and not a polite little chuckle either, this was full blown, almost forced laughter. It was not helping me feel anymore comfortable up there. Then again, now that I think about it, she probably wasn't too comfortable down there. That was not my problem, even though I'm sure it is now. I'm gonna have to build a bomb shelter really soon.
"Scott! Make her stop laughing at me! It's not funny that you're in, like, denial!"
Rogue shut up and sulked in her chair, glaring at the back of Sam's head. Sam looked very nervous, and I kinda felt sorry for him. But the truth had to come out.
"Okay Bobby, like, your turn."
I sat down next to Amara and Tabitha. They were both laughing, and Tabby was making side comments about the whole Rogue likeing Remy thing. I told her to be quiet and listen to Bobby. He told a pretty good story too.
Maybe I was just glad to not be up there anymore. Something about public speaking and me is just, grrr. I don't mean to say 'like' so much, and I know it makes me sound stupid, but it just comes out. I really need to do rubber band therapy or something about it.
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Is it too short? Not in depth enough? I think I'm losing my touch. Goddess, I wonder what happened to me? My writer's block has turned into re-writer's block. *sigh* On another note, I couldn't leave Kitty's valley girl-ness alone. I'm getting the Mechanix (or however they spell it) mini-series, and I don't mind Kitty so much any more. She's a fellow mid-west girl, and even thought Illinios is two states over, I gotta look out for her. Anway. . .review!
Peace and love,
Panther Nesmith
I have reviews to respond to (forgot in the last chapter. sorry!)
Lady MR-I agree with you, but I hate writing from Scott's pov. It's just grr. I hope you like this one better. Kitty's more fun.
Beth-I'm glad you enjoy my story! Thanks for reviewing. That goes to the rest of you too. You guys are the best.
Stralightz-Dang! So far no one knows! They guys were in shock and dread because Rogue was mostly uncovered, and well, with her powers it was. . .not good. Sorry if you didn't get that, or were looking for a deaper meaning.
Nena- Thanks, I thought so too.
Marvel's on an ego trip. They just want me to admit the X-men aren't mine. Uncaring spoot heads. *sniff* I have feelings too ya know. (on that note, I still don't know who wrote the plot for the last chapter. So I'll continue feeling like a heel. Thank you)
Enjoy.
***
Kitty: " It was, like, Monday afternoon. I was lying on my bed, listening to Celine Dion. Rogue was on her bed with her headphones on. She was just, like, laying there chilling. You know, hands on her stomache, like, Discman in her hands, like, legs crossed, like, flat on her back. She looked like a picture in, like, 'Teenage Wasteland Magazine'. I don't know how, but she managed to look, like, um, like she was sluoched even when she las laying down. Not that she ever slouches, but she, like, seems like she _should_ be slouching.
I think I got more weird stares after uttering that paragraph than I have ever gotten for anything else in my entire life.
"Anyway, I was trying to finish my homework, when for no good reason Remy walks into our room. This is actually not, like, out of the ordinary. Rogue saw him before me. I, like, know this because she had turned on her side and was looking at Remy. Not just that, that would be, like, normal for her. She was, like, um, trying. I know that doesn't sound. . .interresting, but it was weird. I'll try to, like, explain this to you.
Rogue looked like she couldn't decide whether to hide her head in shame, or come after me with an ice pick. I hope she does the former.
"She had pulled one leg over the other, her head propped up on one hand, and her hair thrown behind her head, Discman in her hand, still in front of her stomache, but it was, different somehow. She just had this look on her face, for a second or two, that I've never seen before. It was look that, like, said 'Notice me.' It lasted a total of one second, but it was totally there."
Rogue protested very loudly at that. She, like, thinks she's fooling people. And she says I need to get back with Lance because I'm mope-y and trying to be her matchmaker. Hypocrite. I am not mope-y. I'm better off with out that jerk. (AN: SUre Kitty, you keep telling yourself that.)
"It is not bull! You do _so_ like him. I have photographic proof that you were laying exactly like that when he came in. You were totally subliminably flirting."
[I just wish I'd gotten a picture of that expression. I wouldn't need to pay for my own stuff ever again with the blackmail from that.]
Rogue started laughing, and not a polite little chuckle either, this was full blown, almost forced laughter. It was not helping me feel anymore comfortable up there. Then again, now that I think about it, she probably wasn't too comfortable down there. That was not my problem, even though I'm sure it is now. I'm gonna have to build a bomb shelter really soon.
"Scott! Make her stop laughing at me! It's not funny that you're in, like, denial!"
Rogue shut up and sulked in her chair, glaring at the back of Sam's head. Sam looked very nervous, and I kinda felt sorry for him. But the truth had to come out.
"Okay Bobby, like, your turn."
I sat down next to Amara and Tabitha. They were both laughing, and Tabby was making side comments about the whole Rogue likeing Remy thing. I told her to be quiet and listen to Bobby. He told a pretty good story too.
Maybe I was just glad to not be up there anymore. Something about public speaking and me is just, grrr. I don't mean to say 'like' so much, and I know it makes me sound stupid, but it just comes out. I really need to do rubber band therapy or something about it.
***
Is it too short? Not in depth enough? I think I'm losing my touch. Goddess, I wonder what happened to me? My writer's block has turned into re-writer's block. *sigh* On another note, I couldn't leave Kitty's valley girl-ness alone. I'm getting the Mechanix (or however they spell it) mini-series, and I don't mind Kitty so much any more. She's a fellow mid-west girl, and even thought Illinios is two states over, I gotta look out for her. Anway. . .review!
Peace and love,
Panther Nesmith