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Starligtz-I know, I loved posting such a long chapter (gives self congratulatory hug). anyway, it will get better, hoo boy will it get better. You couldn't be more wrong about said older brother if you tried, but good guess. Remy jealousness would be fun though. . .
ShojoAngel-Yeah, I know. I totally hear you about being sick of reruns. Oh, btw, wehere the heck did you come from? You're not one-a my regulars. Are you new to this fic, or just didn't want to review until now? Just curious.
Lady MR-Yeah, tell me about it. I was a typing fiend. (Family reunion? No, I need to get this next part typed) Um, if I tell you those were the jokes and the rest of this is absolute sap would you keep reading it? (Its not, but I'm feeling a bit of pressure from that last sentence.) If you like that amount of Rogue Remyness, you'll love this chapter, chica MR. Is this soon enough?
Disclaimer
I wish I owned the X-men in some way shape or form, because then common mistakes would be averted. Gambit's eyes would always be the correct color, Rogue's stripe would stay the same width and length, Storm would have never gone through the mohawk and leather vest phase in the eighties, minor things like that.
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Rogue had the misfortune to be standing next to the lava lamp the guy was buying for his dorm. He walked over with his little sister, and the thirty bucks he'd been given to babysit. Rogue was contemlating getting a black light bulb for her desk lamp. You don't really want to know why.
The little girl saw a black boot, and looked up to see who owned it. The litle girl screamed when she saw Rogue, and hid behind her brother. "Look Andrew! I told you vampires shop here!" The girl's older brother looked where his sister was pointing and told her that vampires couldn't go out in the day time. He would have apologized if Rogue hadn't already pushed past him.
Rogue was storming past a really curious register person, shoving the stuff she had in her hands onto the counter and going to scream in unholy rage in the bathroom. Remy had looked up when the little girl screamed. If he had been a stranger he would have laughed at what the girl had said. His eyes found Rogue just in time to watch her stalk out of the store. Pocketing the stuff in his hands, he followed her.
She was headed toward the food court toilets, so he decided to get a drink while he waited for her. It took a couple minutes, and he was half way sure that if he concentrated he could hear a stream of curse words screamed in a distinctive southern accent, but it might have been his imagination.
While Rogue was removing her vocal chords by force, Remy saw something in the window of one of those overly feminine card shops. It was cute, but he didn't hold that against it, because it was perfect in every other way. He went over and aquired one quickly, well at least before Rogue was done screaming.
Either way, a few minutes later a very red faced Rogue came out of he bathroom, still minorly fuming. He supposed a bad night's sleep, compounded with a double dose of ridicule, not to mention what had happened at the institute, had been the cause of this. She sat down across from him and he pushed a drink toward her, scooting his chair next to her, to put the plan he had formed while she'd invented new profanities in the bathroom into action.
Rogue, who didn't scoot away this time, took a long drink of her Coke and a deep breath. She sat quietly for a minute, and Remy pulled what he'd bought at the cute feminine store out of his pocket.
He positioned it just right, calculating how hard he would need to throw it, and where it would land. Then, with extreme care, he lobbed it behind Rogue, purposley hitting her while he did so. Rogue looked at her shopping partner, still more than a little upset about the whole frickin' world mocking her, and he shrugged.
She gave him one last strange look before looking behind her. There sat, at a perfectly calculated angle, a gorilla dressed up as an angel, complete with wings, flow-y white peasant shirt, and what had been a halo before it'd been bent down into the back of the poor stuffed animal's shirt. She picked it up, and Remy's face was one of mock surprise.
"Well, I dunno how dat got dere, but obviously it is a monkey, an' since it was foun' in de vicinity of your," [very nice] "butt, I think it's safe to assume dat's it's origin. I jes' wish I had m' camera."
"That was subtle." Rogue studied the stuffed animal for a minute, knowing full well what he was implying with this stupid toy. She was thinking how to answer him. Did she like him like that? Well, yeah, but she would never live down admitting she did. Was he worth the ridicule? She definitly had reason to believe so, but she was sure other girls had thought so too. The question was really how much did that last fact matter to her, and if she was ready to let him in.
She pulled the halo out of the gorilla's shirt and stalled for time.
"Whadja do ta the poor thing?"
"Figured an angel would be misleading." He said, hoping he wasn't showing how much he was afraid she'd say she didn't like him like that.
Both sat in silence until Rogue said, "Remy, Ah. . ."
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Ooh! What will she say? I'm taking a poll, so gimme your best guess. (the outcome of the pole does not affect the outcome of the story. It's already typed out, and I just wanna know what you think. Sorry it's short, but I really wanted to end it there.)
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Starligtz-I know, I loved posting such a long chapter (gives self congratulatory hug). anyway, it will get better, hoo boy will it get better. You couldn't be more wrong about said older brother if you tried, but good guess. Remy jealousness would be fun though. . .
ShojoAngel-Yeah, I know. I totally hear you about being sick of reruns. Oh, btw, wehere the heck did you come from? You're not one-a my regulars. Are you new to this fic, or just didn't want to review until now? Just curious.
Lady MR-Yeah, tell me about it. I was a typing fiend. (Family reunion? No, I need to get this next part typed) Um, if I tell you those were the jokes and the rest of this is absolute sap would you keep reading it? (Its not, but I'm feeling a bit of pressure from that last sentence.) If you like that amount of Rogue Remyness, you'll love this chapter, chica MR. Is this soon enough?
Disclaimer
I wish I owned the X-men in some way shape or form, because then common mistakes would be averted. Gambit's eyes would always be the correct color, Rogue's stripe would stay the same width and length, Storm would have never gone through the mohawk and leather vest phase in the eighties, minor things like that.
***
Rogue had the misfortune to be standing next to the lava lamp the guy was buying for his dorm. He walked over with his little sister, and the thirty bucks he'd been given to babysit. Rogue was contemlating getting a black light bulb for her desk lamp. You don't really want to know why.
The little girl saw a black boot, and looked up to see who owned it. The litle girl screamed when she saw Rogue, and hid behind her brother. "Look Andrew! I told you vampires shop here!" The girl's older brother looked where his sister was pointing and told her that vampires couldn't go out in the day time. He would have apologized if Rogue hadn't already pushed past him.
Rogue was storming past a really curious register person, shoving the stuff she had in her hands onto the counter and going to scream in unholy rage in the bathroom. Remy had looked up when the little girl screamed. If he had been a stranger he would have laughed at what the girl had said. His eyes found Rogue just in time to watch her stalk out of the store. Pocketing the stuff in his hands, he followed her.
She was headed toward the food court toilets, so he decided to get a drink while he waited for her. It took a couple minutes, and he was half way sure that if he concentrated he could hear a stream of curse words screamed in a distinctive southern accent, but it might have been his imagination.
While Rogue was removing her vocal chords by force, Remy saw something in the window of one of those overly feminine card shops. It was cute, but he didn't hold that against it, because it was perfect in every other way. He went over and aquired one quickly, well at least before Rogue was done screaming.
Either way, a few minutes later a very red faced Rogue came out of he bathroom, still minorly fuming. He supposed a bad night's sleep, compounded with a double dose of ridicule, not to mention what had happened at the institute, had been the cause of this. She sat down across from him and he pushed a drink toward her, scooting his chair next to her, to put the plan he had formed while she'd invented new profanities in the bathroom into action.
Rogue, who didn't scoot away this time, took a long drink of her Coke and a deep breath. She sat quietly for a minute, and Remy pulled what he'd bought at the cute feminine store out of his pocket.
He positioned it just right, calculating how hard he would need to throw it, and where it would land. Then, with extreme care, he lobbed it behind Rogue, purposley hitting her while he did so. Rogue looked at her shopping partner, still more than a little upset about the whole frickin' world mocking her, and he shrugged.
She gave him one last strange look before looking behind her. There sat, at a perfectly calculated angle, a gorilla dressed up as an angel, complete with wings, flow-y white peasant shirt, and what had been a halo before it'd been bent down into the back of the poor stuffed animal's shirt. She picked it up, and Remy's face was one of mock surprise.
"Well, I dunno how dat got dere, but obviously it is a monkey, an' since it was foun' in de vicinity of your," [very nice] "butt, I think it's safe to assume dat's it's origin. I jes' wish I had m' camera."
"That was subtle." Rogue studied the stuffed animal for a minute, knowing full well what he was implying with this stupid toy. She was thinking how to answer him. Did she like him like that? Well, yeah, but she would never live down admitting she did. Was he worth the ridicule? She definitly had reason to believe so, but she was sure other girls had thought so too. The question was really how much did that last fact matter to her, and if she was ready to let him in.
She pulled the halo out of the gorilla's shirt and stalled for time.
"Whadja do ta the poor thing?"
"Figured an angel would be misleading." He said, hoping he wasn't showing how much he was afraid she'd say she didn't like him like that.
Both sat in silence until Rogue said, "Remy, Ah. . ."
***
Ooh! What will she say? I'm taking a poll, so gimme your best guess. (the outcome of the pole does not affect the outcome of the story. It's already typed out, and I just wanna know what you think. Sorry it's short, but I really wanted to end it there.)
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith