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Starlightz- I hope I don't disappoint. It'll just be Bobby, and isn't comming up until this chapter, I think. It works out in an odd way. It _would_ have gone right, but. . . you'll see.
Lady MR-I know it was short, but I had to give myself a set up. It's just my style. I'll try to make this one longer. Thanks for reviewing when you had nothing to say. Rogue and Remy get him back in this chapter. Lotsa revenge and counter-revenge in this one.
ishandahalf-I'm going to work at Burger King. I don't really like McDonalds. I'll give ya all the fries you want if you'll talk my boss into not making me wear a hair net (eww, I grossed myself out). Hot damn is fun to say, er, write, er, whatever. Jovial is a fun word. So is labyrinth. I hafta use that word at least once in this fic. Suicidal is the best word. Insane and devious work too. I think drugs are in large supply in the institute (Jean just _thinks_ she hears voices). Woo! I'll meet you at the nearest karoke bar. Don't worry, we'll all be dead so no one will make fun of you, unless we sit together on the bus to the afterlife. That'd be great. The bus ride to heaven (or hell). 'And she's taking the metro to heaven' (hmm, not as catchy). Who wouldn't want to be there? I mean c'mon, honestly if you're a fangirl for being minorly jealous of a fiction character for being under another fictional character's legs, then there's no hope for us. I put a line from a story in my quote book just because it contained the words 'Gambit' and 'Cincinnati', so don't feel bad. Bobby looking constipated seems to be a favorite. I'm have to take away his laxatives. What will we call our little army of screaming fangirls? We have to have a good name (not like Mr. Sinister, or something impossible to spell the same way twice, like Magneto). Um, this is overly long. Onward!
Sujakata-Wow, I'm not that evil! *various mutters of yeah right from the various characters, along with some especially loud foot tapping action from Remy, who's a bit irked about the 'whole bring Gambit down to a human level' thing.* Okay, so I'm not evil enough to lock them in a cupboard. Maybe a closet, but not a cupboard. Rogue's gonna give everyone their just deserts, don't worry. I'm doing the little moments, and not the 'forced into close proximity of each other' idea. Not bad though. But also not the direction I want to go in. Their relationship would have to be built on something besides physical attraction, even if that is the first thing they noticed about each other.
Disclaimer
Um, I still don't own the X-men, even though I keep putting them on my christmas list. When Santa starts reading my list, I'll own them, and episodes will be short and a lot more evil. There will also be gratutous 'Remy's ass' shots, just because I can.
***
Bobby looked up at the doorway of the rec. room. There, in all her newly blue glory, was Rogue. A very ticked off Rogue. A very ticked off Rogue holding a hairdryer like a murder weapon. Bobby hid behind Kitty, who grabbed him and phased him into another room, where Remy was waiting, guarding the other door. Rogue ran in, smiling _very_ sweetly. Way too sweetly.
Kitty looked at the walls. Her idea was obvious.
"Ah wouldn't if Ah were you. Not if someone very mad at me knew so much about me."
"Are you blackailing me?"
"Yeah, Ah am." Rogue said smiling evilly at the terror in Kitty and Bobby's eyes. She sauntered over to her partner in revenge and leaned her elbow against his shoulders, having to stand on her toes to do so. "Well, Gambit, whacha think we should do with 'em?"
"Sugar."
This got him three identical weird looks. Remy looked around. Without a word, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a bag of sugar and a large water gun.
"Oh. Sugah."
"Yeah."
Gambit handed Rogue the bag of sugar, and pumped the super soaker. Kitty decided she didn't care who knew what, she was out of there. Rogue had anticipated this, and grabbed hold of her, just before Kitty phased through the floor. Kitty, who wasn't thinking straight, phased all three of them throught the floor.
They landed in Hank's lab. More like crashed, becasue Kitty unphased halfway to the floor, so they all three dropped like stones. The chase was on as soon as they stood up, Bobby in the lead, knocking stuff off shelves, and benches, and everything else. He was slowly falling behind though, and getting more and more freaked out by the second.
Hank watched the melee from the other side of his lab. Under normal circunstnces, he woud have told them to stop, and maybe restrain Rogue for a minute or two. However, one look at Rogue told him Kitty and Bobby were going to be punished enough, and Rogue was better left alone lately. The entire staff was worried about her repressing her obvious anger so much. This was a relief. Rogue being nice was almost scarier to them than Rogue being mean.
Rogue wasn't worried about Hank stopping her. She was herding Kitty and Bobby toward a soggy, sugary fate. This was interrupted when Kitty remembered she could phase up, and grabbed Bobby, intent on reaching the first floor.
Kitty had paniced. Later she would admitt she'd lost her head. It was harder to deal with someone being mad at you when they knew almost everything about you, than when they were strangers. Pissing off someone who can run faster than the lead weight you have to drag through the halls because he'd become frozen like a deer in headlights didn't help. Kitty was so glad she didn't have to take the stairs, until Rogue ran past her, and started running up them herself, screaming Kitty's position as she went.
Gambit ran into the living room, where Kitty and Bobby were panting, and Kitty was trying to get a tharn (Deer in headlights (from Watership Down (Great book)) frozen in fear) Bobby to run again. He pumped the gun again, while Rogue can up to his side, panting, but looking malicious.
"Well *pant* look wha *cough* we go' 'er' *deep breath*"
"You got that?" Gambit said, inwardly very intrigued by the sight of Rogue panting like that. [Mind on y' work. Okay, on t'ree turn y' head. one, two. . . Dieu, she's leaning on her knees. I can't handle watchin' dis anymore.]
Rogue nodded breathing heavily, but trying to force herself to stand up straight. She eventually suceeded, which helped Gambit focus.
Gambit wasn't sure whether or not to be happy she'd straightened up. But that wasn't the matter at hand. Rogue had asked a question after all. "Well, chere, looks like we got a couple of sugar covered idiots." With one last pump, he sprayed Bobby, and the floor where Kitty used to be. She had decided sometime around Rogue's entrance that Bobby could take care of himself, and just waited until Gambit was about to spray them both to phase through the floor, to make it look like a reflex.
Three minutes later, Rogue was wiping her hands on her pants, congratulating Remy on a job well done. Bobby stood in the middle of the living room, covered in partially frozen sugar water. He'd found out two seconds after icing up that ice hitting you hurt more than water hitting you.
It was unfortunate for everyone involved that Ororo had seen the entire episode after they had settled in the living room. She cleared her throat and as soon as Rogue and Remy turned around there were three guilty, well, okay two guilty and one sorta humble looking faces telling her punishment needed handing out.
"I worked very hard last night cleaning this room up. I made Sam leave his popcorn in the kitchen to make sure the carpet stayed nice. Now it is covered in water, and is that a bag of sugar?"
Rogue looked down at the incriminating remanins of a paper bag in her hands. She was not getting out of this. Remy had started moving toward the window, which he would use to make his escape. There was a difference between narcing on your friends, and merely not getting in trouble along with them. Storm caught him first though.
"And you, where are you going? I think you two have to clean up this room. It was not right to corner Bobby and Kitty in here, no matter what."
"But Miz Munroe, Bobby an' Kitty are the ones who put colored drink mix in mah hairdryer, an' they covahed Remy in kool-aid an' Jell-o." Rogue got a prolonged angry look. She switched tactics. "Bobby an' Kitty also messed up the foyah. Look, the welcome mat is practically tie-dye."
Storm looked out into the foyer. It was indeed an unholy mess. She turned to look at Bobby, eyes narrowed, nose flared, hands on her hips, everything about her telling about how angry she was. This was Storm's talent. She could use her entire body to convey a message, which was more threatening than evil glares alone.
"Robert, you and Katherin will clean up the foyer. Any back talk will get you three more Logan sessions a day, late at night and early in the morning."
"But, Kitty's not here."
"She will still be downstairs." Bobby grumbled and walked slowly toward the door, still grumbling the entire way. "GO!" Bobby sped up a bit. Rogue and Remy tried not to laugh. Storm turned on them. "I don't see what's so funny. The same goes for you two. Clean now." Storm watched them start to pick up the wet magazines and left the living room.
She went outside, apparently to calm down. Once she was outside she started to laugh. Soft at first, but getting stronger. She stopped just short of having to stop walking because a straight line was immpossible. She'd managed to freak most of the students she had been mad at out in one fell swoop. This made Ororo laugh for the first time in too long.
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"Dis sucks."
"Amen. Ug, Jubilee's 'Teen' is stuck to the carpet."
"Eww." Remy agreed, picking up the soggy rugs.
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"Hey Kitty!" Bobby yelled down the steps.
"Is the coast clear?" Kitty said, phaseing up next to her frosty former comrade.
"Yeah, but Ms. Munroes says you have to clean up the foyer." Bobby said, hoping she'd buy it.
"WHAT!" Kitty yelled. Bobby thought about how stupid what he was attempting really was, but too late now. Beside, there was always Canada.
"Because you left me hangin'. I would have to help if you had been a man, er, woman, um, acted responsible." Bobby said matter-of-facty.
"Fine, whatever. Go away before I decide to shoot the messenger."
Bobby wisely jumped out of arms' reach and decided he needed to go to his room right then and there. "Guess Rogue isn't the only one to be influenced by her roommate." Bobby grumped as he half-ran up to his room and his pixie stick stash.
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Remy and Rogue had no problem putting the wet pillows and stuff in the washer, and the rugs were drying, but they still had a wet floor on their hands.
"Well, we've done everyt'in' but de floor. It's still wet."
"The shop vac'll suck the water an' the sugah up. Ah'm gonna take the trash out so we don't get bees."
"Bees?"
Rogue looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. Bees. They get in the garbage and. . . don't tell me ya've nevah had bee problems."
"Um, no. We have flies sometimes, but not bees."
"You're just sayin' that so Ah won't have an excuse not ta vacuum. Get ovah it."
Remy looked at the closet where the vacuum was kept like it contained a demon. "I _was_ stallin' but I ain't had a problem wit' bees either. Worst t'ing ever was a dog, but it was only in de house f'r three minutes. Funny as hell t' watch everyon try ta catch it. We eventually herded it out the door. Still laugh about it every now and den."
"Ya're really desperate not ta sweep aren't ya?"
Remy smiled sweetly using every once of artifce he had to get out of doing such a deplorable chore. "Yeah."
Rogue stood there and thought about doing it herself; but then remembered her french homework, still sitting undone in the study. "Sorry, but you're gonna have ta sweep yo'self. Ah got french homework ta do."
Remy followed her out into the foyer, and waited until she was on the steps and at eye level to try to convince her to help him one more time.
"I doan wanna do dis by m'self. When I'm done I won't have not'in' to do."
"Ah'm sure that ain't true. Ah mean, a man such as yourself should always have somethin' ta do, an' not rely on one girl such as mahself do' amusment."
Remy smiled sadly, and Rogue had a real problem keeping herself on the steps and not vacuuming the floor her damn self. She shook her head. [Gotta be strong. He's used ta gettin' his way, can't give in.] "Tell ya what. Ah'll do mah homework, then come down an' hang out with ya, okay?"
"Whacha got left t' do? Mebe I could help."
"Ah'm describin' a day in the square, an' I'm almost at mah quota. Just gotta find the french fo' mime an' Ah'll be set."
"See you when y' done."
Rogue smiled to herself. [Thought so. Vacuuming looks like fun now, huh?]
Rogue went up to her room to finish writing about the freakiest french square ever imagined, borrowing freely from Mardi Gras and El Dio de los Muertes. It would freak her French teacher out, and it was fun to be that disturbing on paper.
Remy retreated to the living room, and got the shop vac out. Things went smoothly for him, actually. He got the sugar and water up, and almost had the vacuum back in the closet, thereby getting rid of any evidence that he'd ever used it in his life when Jamie passed holding a startegy guide for Kingdom Hearts. Jamie also had, though she didn't know it, Kitty's digital camera. He saw Remy with the sweeper, and snapped a picture as quick as he could. He then alerted the people in the rec. room that Remy was actually using the vacuum cleaner. They all crowded around, and Jamie ran upstairs to his room, laughing like the evil little kid he is all the way.
(a (n?) hour Later)---
Kurt sighed. None of the girls but Amara seemed to be home. Why did Amanda's parents have to screen her calls? Amara always made him do favors for her. These always seemed to involve somehow humiliating him. Dammit! Oh well, maybe Rogue or Rahne would be nice and call for him. HE was probably better off starting with Rahne, even if Amanda's parents would be suspicious of the scottish accent.
Bobby was coming out of someone's room. It wasn't his, but Kurt couldn't remember who it belonged too. That's not the first thing he noticed about Bobby though. The fact that he was covered in feathers and had a very hyper look on his face was Kurt's first clue as to what Bobby was doing in someone else's room.
Bobby saw Kurt and smiled wider. Ah, a witness to a masterpiece. He walked over to the wary German and said, in his best deludsionaly hyper voice, "I am the amazing chicken boy."
***
I think nothing more need be said.
REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Starlightz- I hope I don't disappoint. It'll just be Bobby, and isn't comming up until this chapter, I think. It works out in an odd way. It _would_ have gone right, but. . . you'll see.
Lady MR-I know it was short, but I had to give myself a set up. It's just my style. I'll try to make this one longer. Thanks for reviewing when you had nothing to say. Rogue and Remy get him back in this chapter. Lotsa revenge and counter-revenge in this one.
ishandahalf-I'm going to work at Burger King. I don't really like McDonalds. I'll give ya all the fries you want if you'll talk my boss into not making me wear a hair net (eww, I grossed myself out). Hot damn is fun to say, er, write, er, whatever. Jovial is a fun word. So is labyrinth. I hafta use that word at least once in this fic. Suicidal is the best word. Insane and devious work too. I think drugs are in large supply in the institute (Jean just _thinks_ she hears voices). Woo! I'll meet you at the nearest karoke bar. Don't worry, we'll all be dead so no one will make fun of you, unless we sit together on the bus to the afterlife. That'd be great. The bus ride to heaven (or hell). 'And she's taking the metro to heaven' (hmm, not as catchy). Who wouldn't want to be there? I mean c'mon, honestly if you're a fangirl for being minorly jealous of a fiction character for being under another fictional character's legs, then there's no hope for us. I put a line from a story in my quote book just because it contained the words 'Gambit' and 'Cincinnati', so don't feel bad. Bobby looking constipated seems to be a favorite. I'm have to take away his laxatives. What will we call our little army of screaming fangirls? We have to have a good name (not like Mr. Sinister, or something impossible to spell the same way twice, like Magneto). Um, this is overly long. Onward!
Sujakata-Wow, I'm not that evil! *various mutters of yeah right from the various characters, along with some especially loud foot tapping action from Remy, who's a bit irked about the 'whole bring Gambit down to a human level' thing.* Okay, so I'm not evil enough to lock them in a cupboard. Maybe a closet, but not a cupboard. Rogue's gonna give everyone their just deserts, don't worry. I'm doing the little moments, and not the 'forced into close proximity of each other' idea. Not bad though. But also not the direction I want to go in. Their relationship would have to be built on something besides physical attraction, even if that is the first thing they noticed about each other.
Disclaimer
Um, I still don't own the X-men, even though I keep putting them on my christmas list. When Santa starts reading my list, I'll own them, and episodes will be short and a lot more evil. There will also be gratutous 'Remy's ass' shots, just because I can.
***
Bobby looked up at the doorway of the rec. room. There, in all her newly blue glory, was Rogue. A very ticked off Rogue. A very ticked off Rogue holding a hairdryer like a murder weapon. Bobby hid behind Kitty, who grabbed him and phased him into another room, where Remy was waiting, guarding the other door. Rogue ran in, smiling _very_ sweetly. Way too sweetly.
Kitty looked at the walls. Her idea was obvious.
"Ah wouldn't if Ah were you. Not if someone very mad at me knew so much about me."
"Are you blackailing me?"
"Yeah, Ah am." Rogue said smiling evilly at the terror in Kitty and Bobby's eyes. She sauntered over to her partner in revenge and leaned her elbow against his shoulders, having to stand on her toes to do so. "Well, Gambit, whacha think we should do with 'em?"
"Sugar."
This got him three identical weird looks. Remy looked around. Without a word, he reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out a bag of sugar and a large water gun.
"Oh. Sugah."
"Yeah."
Gambit handed Rogue the bag of sugar, and pumped the super soaker. Kitty decided she didn't care who knew what, she was out of there. Rogue had anticipated this, and grabbed hold of her, just before Kitty phased through the floor. Kitty, who wasn't thinking straight, phased all three of them throught the floor.
They landed in Hank's lab. More like crashed, becasue Kitty unphased halfway to the floor, so they all three dropped like stones. The chase was on as soon as they stood up, Bobby in the lead, knocking stuff off shelves, and benches, and everything else. He was slowly falling behind though, and getting more and more freaked out by the second.
Hank watched the melee from the other side of his lab. Under normal circunstnces, he woud have told them to stop, and maybe restrain Rogue for a minute or two. However, one look at Rogue told him Kitty and Bobby were going to be punished enough, and Rogue was better left alone lately. The entire staff was worried about her repressing her obvious anger so much. This was a relief. Rogue being nice was almost scarier to them than Rogue being mean.
Rogue wasn't worried about Hank stopping her. She was herding Kitty and Bobby toward a soggy, sugary fate. This was interrupted when Kitty remembered she could phase up, and grabbed Bobby, intent on reaching the first floor.
Kitty had paniced. Later she would admitt she'd lost her head. It was harder to deal with someone being mad at you when they knew almost everything about you, than when they were strangers. Pissing off someone who can run faster than the lead weight you have to drag through the halls because he'd become frozen like a deer in headlights didn't help. Kitty was so glad she didn't have to take the stairs, until Rogue ran past her, and started running up them herself, screaming Kitty's position as she went.
Gambit ran into the living room, where Kitty and Bobby were panting, and Kitty was trying to get a tharn (Deer in headlights (from Watership Down (Great book)) frozen in fear) Bobby to run again. He pumped the gun again, while Rogue can up to his side, panting, but looking malicious.
"Well *pant* look wha *cough* we go' 'er' *deep breath*"
"You got that?" Gambit said, inwardly very intrigued by the sight of Rogue panting like that. [Mind on y' work. Okay, on t'ree turn y' head. one, two. . . Dieu, she's leaning on her knees. I can't handle watchin' dis anymore.]
Rogue nodded breathing heavily, but trying to force herself to stand up straight. She eventually suceeded, which helped Gambit focus.
Gambit wasn't sure whether or not to be happy she'd straightened up. But that wasn't the matter at hand. Rogue had asked a question after all. "Well, chere, looks like we got a couple of sugar covered idiots." With one last pump, he sprayed Bobby, and the floor where Kitty used to be. She had decided sometime around Rogue's entrance that Bobby could take care of himself, and just waited until Gambit was about to spray them both to phase through the floor, to make it look like a reflex.
Three minutes later, Rogue was wiping her hands on her pants, congratulating Remy on a job well done. Bobby stood in the middle of the living room, covered in partially frozen sugar water. He'd found out two seconds after icing up that ice hitting you hurt more than water hitting you.
It was unfortunate for everyone involved that Ororo had seen the entire episode after they had settled in the living room. She cleared her throat and as soon as Rogue and Remy turned around there were three guilty, well, okay two guilty and one sorta humble looking faces telling her punishment needed handing out.
"I worked very hard last night cleaning this room up. I made Sam leave his popcorn in the kitchen to make sure the carpet stayed nice. Now it is covered in water, and is that a bag of sugar?"
Rogue looked down at the incriminating remanins of a paper bag in her hands. She was not getting out of this. Remy had started moving toward the window, which he would use to make his escape. There was a difference between narcing on your friends, and merely not getting in trouble along with them. Storm caught him first though.
"And you, where are you going? I think you two have to clean up this room. It was not right to corner Bobby and Kitty in here, no matter what."
"But Miz Munroe, Bobby an' Kitty are the ones who put colored drink mix in mah hairdryer, an' they covahed Remy in kool-aid an' Jell-o." Rogue got a prolonged angry look. She switched tactics. "Bobby an' Kitty also messed up the foyah. Look, the welcome mat is practically tie-dye."
Storm looked out into the foyer. It was indeed an unholy mess. She turned to look at Bobby, eyes narrowed, nose flared, hands on her hips, everything about her telling about how angry she was. This was Storm's talent. She could use her entire body to convey a message, which was more threatening than evil glares alone.
"Robert, you and Katherin will clean up the foyer. Any back talk will get you three more Logan sessions a day, late at night and early in the morning."
"But, Kitty's not here."
"She will still be downstairs." Bobby grumbled and walked slowly toward the door, still grumbling the entire way. "GO!" Bobby sped up a bit. Rogue and Remy tried not to laugh. Storm turned on them. "I don't see what's so funny. The same goes for you two. Clean now." Storm watched them start to pick up the wet magazines and left the living room.
She went outside, apparently to calm down. Once she was outside she started to laugh. Soft at first, but getting stronger. She stopped just short of having to stop walking because a straight line was immpossible. She'd managed to freak most of the students she had been mad at out in one fell swoop. This made Ororo laugh for the first time in too long.
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"Dis sucks."
"Amen. Ug, Jubilee's 'Teen' is stuck to the carpet."
"Eww." Remy agreed, picking up the soggy rugs.
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"Hey Kitty!" Bobby yelled down the steps.
"Is the coast clear?" Kitty said, phaseing up next to her frosty former comrade.
"Yeah, but Ms. Munroes says you have to clean up the foyer." Bobby said, hoping she'd buy it.
"WHAT!" Kitty yelled. Bobby thought about how stupid what he was attempting really was, but too late now. Beside, there was always Canada.
"Because you left me hangin'. I would have to help if you had been a man, er, woman, um, acted responsible." Bobby said matter-of-facty.
"Fine, whatever. Go away before I decide to shoot the messenger."
Bobby wisely jumped out of arms' reach and decided he needed to go to his room right then and there. "Guess Rogue isn't the only one to be influenced by her roommate." Bobby grumped as he half-ran up to his room and his pixie stick stash.
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Remy and Rogue had no problem putting the wet pillows and stuff in the washer, and the rugs were drying, but they still had a wet floor on their hands.
"Well, we've done everyt'in' but de floor. It's still wet."
"The shop vac'll suck the water an' the sugah up. Ah'm gonna take the trash out so we don't get bees."
"Bees?"
Rogue looked at him like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah. Bees. They get in the garbage and. . . don't tell me ya've nevah had bee problems."
"Um, no. We have flies sometimes, but not bees."
"You're just sayin' that so Ah won't have an excuse not ta vacuum. Get ovah it."
Remy looked at the closet where the vacuum was kept like it contained a demon. "I _was_ stallin' but I ain't had a problem wit' bees either. Worst t'ing ever was a dog, but it was only in de house f'r three minutes. Funny as hell t' watch everyon try ta catch it. We eventually herded it out the door. Still laugh about it every now and den."
"Ya're really desperate not ta sweep aren't ya?"
Remy smiled sweetly using every once of artifce he had to get out of doing such a deplorable chore. "Yeah."
Rogue stood there and thought about doing it herself; but then remembered her french homework, still sitting undone in the study. "Sorry, but you're gonna have ta sweep yo'self. Ah got french homework ta do."
Remy followed her out into the foyer, and waited until she was on the steps and at eye level to try to convince her to help him one more time.
"I doan wanna do dis by m'self. When I'm done I won't have not'in' to do."
"Ah'm sure that ain't true. Ah mean, a man such as yourself should always have somethin' ta do, an' not rely on one girl such as mahself do' amusment."
Remy smiled sadly, and Rogue had a real problem keeping herself on the steps and not vacuuming the floor her damn self. She shook her head. [Gotta be strong. He's used ta gettin' his way, can't give in.] "Tell ya what. Ah'll do mah homework, then come down an' hang out with ya, okay?"
"Whacha got left t' do? Mebe I could help."
"Ah'm describin' a day in the square, an' I'm almost at mah quota. Just gotta find the french fo' mime an' Ah'll be set."
"See you when y' done."
Rogue smiled to herself. [Thought so. Vacuuming looks like fun now, huh?]
Rogue went up to her room to finish writing about the freakiest french square ever imagined, borrowing freely from Mardi Gras and El Dio de los Muertes. It would freak her French teacher out, and it was fun to be that disturbing on paper.
Remy retreated to the living room, and got the shop vac out. Things went smoothly for him, actually. He got the sugar and water up, and almost had the vacuum back in the closet, thereby getting rid of any evidence that he'd ever used it in his life when Jamie passed holding a startegy guide for Kingdom Hearts. Jamie also had, though she didn't know it, Kitty's digital camera. He saw Remy with the sweeper, and snapped a picture as quick as he could. He then alerted the people in the rec. room that Remy was actually using the vacuum cleaner. They all crowded around, and Jamie ran upstairs to his room, laughing like the evil little kid he is all the way.
(a (n?) hour Later)---
Kurt sighed. None of the girls but Amara seemed to be home. Why did Amanda's parents have to screen her calls? Amara always made him do favors for her. These always seemed to involve somehow humiliating him. Dammit! Oh well, maybe Rogue or Rahne would be nice and call for him. HE was probably better off starting with Rahne, even if Amanda's parents would be suspicious of the scottish accent.
Bobby was coming out of someone's room. It wasn't his, but Kurt couldn't remember who it belonged too. That's not the first thing he noticed about Bobby though. The fact that he was covered in feathers and had a very hyper look on his face was Kurt's first clue as to what Bobby was doing in someone else's room.
Bobby saw Kurt and smiled wider. Ah, a witness to a masterpiece. He walked over to the wary German and said, in his best deludsionaly hyper voice, "I am the amazing chicken boy."
***
I think nothing more need be said.
REVIEW!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith