Hey All!
This si the last of it for a while. Savor it. Go now and get a nice nottle of some old vintage, open it up, and drink straight from the bottle. Read it slow. Next I'm revising everything, and then posting the last unfortunate Saturday. Don't cry though. I will be writing about the universe I createrd in the Series of Unfortunat Saturdays, but anytime soon. For all intents and purposes this series is over after the next story. It was only supposed to be a shortie. Then it became the first Saturday. Next I wanted to play witht eh world I'd made, and try a new writing style. That was when SoUS was born. THen I neede the revenge. Tat was supposed to be this fic, but it evoloved dinto 'let's hook Rogue and Remy for real this time.' Next up, I may actually get some revenging done. Who knows, I might have to write five more for everyone to get their full come-upance. I'm getting nostalgic now. I think I'm gonna cry. My baby's growing up! Soon it'll move out of my mind! *sob* I'll miss it, but Obla Di Obla Da, life goes on, BRA! and all that.
Reviews
Ish5-don't feel guilty. One chapter was uploaded on the same day as the previous one after you reviewed it. Cracky crack crack crack? I gotta get me some of that. I'll print this out and frame it. Your best review ever? I feel so special *Happy whipped cream face* Yeah, Rogue's on somethin', but I don't think it's crack somehow. Yeah, well, when a man whore's going out with your daughter you're bound to be upset about it. Let's all admitt it right here, right now, Remy is a man whore. James Bond's got nothin' on him. Who told you I'm a cat? Why do you think my name is _Panther_ Nesmith? It is _so_ irritating. I blame all my insanity on listening to Remy talk in third person on the old Fox cartoon. Him and Ororo. I always pretended to be Storm, so I was doubly carred by her way of talking (I couldn't do Rogue's accent worth crap, or I would have. My best friend pretended to be Jean Grey, so I feel better.) I now think that the movies are just an AU fic with a higher budget. This thought alone keeps me well. It's all gonna hit the fan early in the next fic. I got my evilness quota in for this story a little early, so I made Remy and Rogue happy. (Not like that!) Hey Arnold rules! I am such a Eugene sometimes. I can also be a big brain, like a more dominant Pheobe. I love Pheobe. Gerald is the best character, or Grandma, who is my role model. Aww, don't be evil to the Eugene lookin' kid. Ah, who doesn't have their insane stalker stories. They usually end in the person making an utter ass of themselves. Don't worry, I've been there. It is crazy, but then again, so are we. On we go!
Ish6-I thought you'd like it. It would get old eventually. I hope nobody else is sick of it. I have a high Monty Python tolerance. (I feel happy!) It would be funny for a little bit. Then it wouldb get old. Then it would be funny again. Like Sideshow Bob and the rakes. I had to sqeeze a little bit more evil in. It was Carly's idea anyway. My muse should have stopped me! That's what I keep her for! Hey, I know how tight you and my brother are. He think's you're cool. I think he has a crush on you actually. He's shy. Being lord of the Evil only prepares you for dating, not asking someone out. I'm good at creating peace. One of the side effects of being able to bring a whole lot of kaos. Not the more calm sort of chaos, but kaos. You'll have to out-bribe a whole lot of other people. Nothing gold can stay Ish. Nothing gold can stay. I'll tie it up for you. I promise. Flipping envelopes? I think shuffling a pack of cards can get me through a whole study hall, so don't worry about it. Yeah, You remember me when I was Snowflake? I thought you'd forgotten me! I will not forsake my 'ship just for the BoM. I will continue Rogue Remy goodness. I enjoy crack rants.
Jebrylla-Magneto isn't the gate crasher sort. He's having his own party with Pietro and Peter, and they're pretending to have a good time so Maggy doesn't kill them. It's very dull. Poor Pete. Chairjack should be in the dicitonary.
J. Dax-Well, Logan's drunk now. He'll forget it by morning. If they live 'til then, they're in the pink.
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Afterward the D.J. announced he would be playing a slower song. The dance floor was soon populated by couples. Rogue was somehow tricked into following Remy ontot eh dance floor, and dancing with him again. She didn't think anymore. Her body moved, and she concentrated on Remy. His smell, a cocktail of cigarette smoke, shampoo, and just a hint of garbage (just enought to add character, not repulse). His arms, holding her tightly, but no so tight she was forced to stay. The way his breathe moved her hair just a little.
Remy wasn't monitoring Rogue's feelings anymore. He was too busy with his own emotions. He knew before this he'd been attracted to her. Now it was like he'd woken up. He wondered if the feeling of rightness was because he was finally on a date again, or because he felt right with Rogue. [I might havta to leave her t' get m' head ons tright. 'M not cut out f'r de steady boyfriend thing.]
"Freeze right here, turn around;
lean into me, we fall to the ground
We don't even notice who's around."
Kurt was pretty much hugging Amanda while leaning from one side to another. Not really inspired dance moves fromthe blue fuzzy dude. Fred Astair was not feeling threatened by Kurt right then. But that wasn't the point of the thing. He was with his girl, and no one was making fun of them, or trying to break them up. If Rogue and Remy were happy, Kurt and Amanda where in Nirvana (Not the Kurt Cobain band).
Scott and Jean were the only couple that was really dancing. They were in perfect harmony with each other. Understanding ungiven cues, graceful and the dancing epitomie of oneness. (AN: I tried to make that boring and romantic, so my writing style matches tehir dancing style.)
The rest watched on, and someone who was just watching without knowing the people too well would say it was three miracles. For those watching right then (minus the BoM) it was natural, if a little belated. All Hell would break out later, but for now not even Bobby had anything to say.
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A few hours later the dance was almost over. teh highlight of hte night, save the Lumberjack song, had been Tabitha and John's freak dance to Smash Mouth's 'Come On Come On'. (AN: I was ready to end this fic at the time, so I never wrote this. Maybe in the revisions.) Thay were now panting, and laughing, and flirting like twelve year old girls.
"Okay kids, last song time. Everybody on the dance floor, grab someone to dance with, and don't forget to tip your D.J. I have a girlfriend and kid to feed." With a flick of his wrist and a flip of his hair, he turned the song on.
"Just a day, Just an ordinary day,
Just trying to get by
Jsut a boy, just an ordinary boy but
he was looking to the sky.
as he asked if I would come along"
Remy searched the floor. Rogue had gotten a way from him (Somehow), two songs ago. He'd respected ehr privacy, while trying to figure himself out. Now he knew what he had to do, and Rogue was no where ot be found.
A shadow passed over the open window, and Remy was outside in a beat. Rogue was tehre, brooding. Remy took her hand, and she came in closer to him, leaving a little of space, for safety.
"I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he's lookin' for
and like a shooting star he shines, and he said"
Remy noticed the gap inbetween them, but didn't pullhe rcloser. He tunred her, so her back was to him. he wrapped his arms around her, and sang into her ear.
"take my hand, live while you can,
don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand"
Rogue hesitated before pulling. Instead of slugging him, like she would anyone else, she turned to face him and dance.
"and as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words
thought they did not feel
for I felt what I had not felt before
and you'd swear those words could heal and
as I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine
and I know he's no stranger
for I feel I've held him for all of time, and he said"
Remy didn't pull her close again. Rogue looked straight into his eyes, and moved in close of her own volition. He sang in her ear agian.
"take my hand, live while yo can,
Can't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?
please come with me, see what I see
touch the stars for time will not flee
time will not flee, can't you see..."
Rogue scoured ehr brain for the next lyrics. two could play this game. Then hs ehit onthe words, thanks to Kitty. [Last time Ah think that.]
"just a dream, just an ordinary dream
as I wake in bed
and that boy, that ordinary boy
was it all in my head?
don't he ask if I would come along
it all seemed so real, but as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal, and he said"
Remy cut her off, and backed away. MAking unfailing eye contact, he sang (AN: again). . .
"Take my hand, live while you can,
can't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?"
Rogue finally got it. she looked downa t teh ground thinking. Reviewing what she'd went out there to ponder in the first place. She sang the last part, because Kitty's lyrics had taken over her vocal chords. She also wantedf to dance with Remy, but if that ws agreeing to something she wasn't ready for. . . so she stood there, half singing, half muttering the lyrics
"just a day, just an ordinary day
just tryin' to get by
just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but
he was looking to the sky"
Rogue was still debating (but very close to a decision), when Remy let her hands go. He closed het window he'd come out of, adn sarted to say something before Rogue cut him off.
"Remy, Ah gotta say somethin' 'fore Ah lose mah nerve." She took a deep breath. "Ah tol'ja last week, Ah couldn't go out with ya cause Ah wasn't ready." [Damn mah accent's thick when Ah'm nervous]
"I remember." Remy answered cautiously. Inside he was pleradinwho ever was listening to him. [Please no. Don't turn me down again, don't please. . .]
"Yeah, Ah kinda figured ya would somehow." [Deep breaths girl. Ya gotta do this.] "Ichangedmymind."
Remy's mind was working over time to process what he'd heard. Finally drawing a blank, he responded with the best thing he could come up with. "What?" (AN: I said the best he could come up wiht, nbot the best period.) "Y' become Pietro f'r a second?"
Rogue laughed. It was just an emabarrasingly loud 'ha'. She covered her mouth, like she could take it back that way. Taking an even deeper breath, she said, slowly, "Ah, changed mah mind. Ah think it might be alright. We'll both haveta change a little, but. . ."
"You wanna go out with me." Remy finished for her. [YES! HA! I AM A GOD! WOO! GO ME, GO ME. . .} (AN: yes, he is a big dork.)
Remy paused his inner party long enough to wonder what made her change her mind. Rogue was feeling akward. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. Her brain kept telling her to walk away, but her knees quickly pointed out that if they unlocked, she be in abig undignified heap on the ground. Remy decided to say something to help them bth out.
"What changed y' mind?"
Rogue immediatly softened. Instead of pretending to hold herself up, she became more nautural. Talking got rid of those akward pauses. She started on her explanation, the words rushing to get out. She made sure they came out slow most of teh time. SHe wouldn't be able to say it as well a second time.
"When Ah ran tot eh bathroom earlier, it was because Ah ahd this huge feelin' of deja vu. Last time Ah danced, Ah fell, like Ah did tonight. It was back in Missisippi (AN: AG! I hate spelling that. Grr.). The boy helped me up, like you did. Ah didn't know 'bout mah powers (AN: I hate these. Why are the obligatory? It sounds like she's throwing herself a pity party. mean she is, but it sounds so. . .weak.). Cody. . .the boy grabbed mah wrist, an' didn't wake up fo' three weeks."
Rogue realized that from the second author's note on she had been lookng at a burn mark from the last fourth of July, when Roberto had singed his eyebrows off lighting a roman candle. She looked up at Remy, tring hard not to look as vulnerable as she felt.
Remy understood it was hard for he rto talk about, so he tried to ignore the fact that Rogue was really cute when she was baring her soul. He decided that it would probably be best to be cocky, self-assured, and most of all, reassuring. But, then again, that's what he always did.
"I'll jes' have t' be more careful den." [Damn, sometimes she really is de lonley lil' goth girl everyone thinks she is. Gotta change dat. Mebe a little unconsciousness would be worth it. 'Sides, as Tabitha said, dere's always alternatives.]
"Yeah. Me too." [I have a boyfrined! And he's twice as cute as anyone else's! *inner happy dance* He better be worth the constant paranoia though. Ah know Ah gotta watch 'im at all times. He can be real stupid. Wouldn't want him to be hurt. I got a boyfriend!]
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With their not quite happyily ever after thoughts, they went around tot he front yard, with all inention of getting to bed. They saw the BoM jeep idling in the driveway, filled beyond capacity. tabitha was sitting on John's lap, and Wanda was pushed up against Todd
by Fred, who was still singing the Lumberjack Song (AN: It was stuck in his head. I can comiserate).
"Hey, Rogue; you still goin' to the RHPS with us? I think you left your clothes back at the dump." Lance said, shooting John and Tabitha look. Rogue made a mental note to sterilize her costume. John wearing it wasn't so bad, although he wouldn't fit too well, but if Tabitha had worn it, she might get somethin' from it (AN: I am so harsh on some people.). Lance was the only one to notice how close Rogue and Remy were. He shook his head on the inside. [There's no accounting for taste.]
Remy and Rogeu looked at each other. Rogue shrugged, and Remy turned to the BoM.
"One condition. You gotta supply me with clothes too. I know you've got what I need." It was Remy's turn to look at Tabitha and John. John shrugged, and Soon Rogue was sitting on Todd's lap, and Remy was kind of squeezed into the gap between Tabitha, John, and Lance. It was like putting all the Shriners in one little car.
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One hour, several odd looks at Remy, several hundred glares form Remy to the oogling BoM (They were staring at HIS girl), and several tissues later, Everyone but Lance was in costume, and waiting in the jeep. Finally Lance walked out with two super soakers, a buch of noisemakers, and all the other nessisary supplies for a public showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, in his Riff Raff costume. And they were off.
When they were out of sigth of the Brotherhood house, and tehre was no chance Mystique ws still sober enough to walk, much less kill them for speaking about BoM taboos, the converastion started flowing. Eventually, someone pointed out. . ."Heh, it's a brotherhood family reunion." Everyone looked at Todd.
"Yeah, 'cept Remy' here. Don't worry though, we won't tell anyone you're a virgin." John said, this time from Tabitha's lap, after he'd pointed out that she might accidentally rip his maid costme. Tabitha was going as Frank, so she had to undo her garters, but it ws a minor thing anyway.
Rogue picked up on the teasing next. "Yeah. He'll figure out how our free love works pretty soon. It's kinda more like hit and run. Ya really gotta watch out fo' Mystique's bullwhip, but she ain't here now."
Fred was the next one. "Yeah, but that's not all you gotta watch out for. Sometimes, if you're notcareful, you're on the bottom of pile when we all crasha t eh same time."
Remy gothtem all back. "When, y' talk 'bout soemthin' I haven't done, tell me. 'M still waitn' f'r somethin' t' shock me." The BoM boys winced while Rogue glared at Remy. He smiled at her, and she shook her head.
"You're a retard."
Wanda looked back at Rogue. Somehow it had been decided that snce both Wanda and Rogue were very scary, and untouchable, they would be sharing a seat. Keep in mind, men made this decision. "I know how you feel."
Remy looked over at Todd, who was sprawled over the pile of people in the back seat in a very undignifeid postion. Not to mention he had opted to go as Rocky Horror. Remy pushed a bit of tissue back into his bra, and snorted derisivley. "Thanks for the comparison."
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Sam looked around at everyone. He saw the effects of little sleep, and much caffein wreak havock on the student body. Remy was sleeping porpped up int eh corner of the hangar. Kurt was 'porting luggage into the plane, while yawning, and sometimes missing the plane. Scott was hoeplessly useless, and Jean was being a bitch. Sam slurped his Mountain Dew, thanking God he had the foresigth to hoard a twelve pack in his room.
Sam silently thanked God for Mountain Dew, and Sony for his sanity, as he turned up his Elton John CD and sang along to his favorite song for the moment.
"Get back Honky Cat, bettah get back to the woods,
well I've quit those days and mah redneck ways. . ."
~Fin. (phew.)
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OKay, so next is the X-men's European Vacation.
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
This si the last of it for a while. Savor it. Go now and get a nice nottle of some old vintage, open it up, and drink straight from the bottle. Read it slow. Next I'm revising everything, and then posting the last unfortunate Saturday. Don't cry though. I will be writing about the universe I createrd in the Series of Unfortunat Saturdays, but anytime soon. For all intents and purposes this series is over after the next story. It was only supposed to be a shortie. Then it became the first Saturday. Next I wanted to play witht eh world I'd made, and try a new writing style. That was when SoUS was born. THen I neede the revenge. Tat was supposed to be this fic, but it evoloved dinto 'let's hook Rogue and Remy for real this time.' Next up, I may actually get some revenging done. Who knows, I might have to write five more for everyone to get their full come-upance. I'm getting nostalgic now. I think I'm gonna cry. My baby's growing up! Soon it'll move out of my mind! *sob* I'll miss it, but Obla Di Obla Da, life goes on, BRA! and all that.
Reviews
Ish5-don't feel guilty. One chapter was uploaded on the same day as the previous one after you reviewed it. Cracky crack crack crack? I gotta get me some of that. I'll print this out and frame it. Your best review ever? I feel so special *Happy whipped cream face* Yeah, Rogue's on somethin', but I don't think it's crack somehow. Yeah, well, when a man whore's going out with your daughter you're bound to be upset about it. Let's all admitt it right here, right now, Remy is a man whore. James Bond's got nothin' on him. Who told you I'm a cat? Why do you think my name is _Panther_ Nesmith? It is _so_ irritating. I blame all my insanity on listening to Remy talk in third person on the old Fox cartoon. Him and Ororo. I always pretended to be Storm, so I was doubly carred by her way of talking (I couldn't do Rogue's accent worth crap, or I would have. My best friend pretended to be Jean Grey, so I feel better.) I now think that the movies are just an AU fic with a higher budget. This thought alone keeps me well. It's all gonna hit the fan early in the next fic. I got my evilness quota in for this story a little early, so I made Remy and Rogue happy. (Not like that!) Hey Arnold rules! I am such a Eugene sometimes. I can also be a big brain, like a more dominant Pheobe. I love Pheobe. Gerald is the best character, or Grandma, who is my role model. Aww, don't be evil to the Eugene lookin' kid. Ah, who doesn't have their insane stalker stories. They usually end in the person making an utter ass of themselves. Don't worry, I've been there. It is crazy, but then again, so are we. On we go!
Ish6-I thought you'd like it. It would get old eventually. I hope nobody else is sick of it. I have a high Monty Python tolerance. (I feel happy!) It would be funny for a little bit. Then it wouldb get old. Then it would be funny again. Like Sideshow Bob and the rakes. I had to sqeeze a little bit more evil in. It was Carly's idea anyway. My muse should have stopped me! That's what I keep her for! Hey, I know how tight you and my brother are. He think's you're cool. I think he has a crush on you actually. He's shy. Being lord of the Evil only prepares you for dating, not asking someone out. I'm good at creating peace. One of the side effects of being able to bring a whole lot of kaos. Not the more calm sort of chaos, but kaos. You'll have to out-bribe a whole lot of other people. Nothing gold can stay Ish. Nothing gold can stay. I'll tie it up for you. I promise. Flipping envelopes? I think shuffling a pack of cards can get me through a whole study hall, so don't worry about it. Yeah, You remember me when I was Snowflake? I thought you'd forgotten me! I will not forsake my 'ship just for the BoM. I will continue Rogue Remy goodness. I enjoy crack rants.
Jebrylla-Magneto isn't the gate crasher sort. He's having his own party with Pietro and Peter, and they're pretending to have a good time so Maggy doesn't kill them. It's very dull. Poor Pete. Chairjack should be in the dicitonary.
J. Dax-Well, Logan's drunk now. He'll forget it by morning. If they live 'til then, they're in the pink.
Disclaimer
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Afterward the D.J. announced he would be playing a slower song. The dance floor was soon populated by couples. Rogue was somehow tricked into following Remy ontot eh dance floor, and dancing with him again. She didn't think anymore. Her body moved, and she concentrated on Remy. His smell, a cocktail of cigarette smoke, shampoo, and just a hint of garbage (just enought to add character, not repulse). His arms, holding her tightly, but no so tight she was forced to stay. The way his breathe moved her hair just a little.
Remy wasn't monitoring Rogue's feelings anymore. He was too busy with his own emotions. He knew before this he'd been attracted to her. Now it was like he'd woken up. He wondered if the feeling of rightness was because he was finally on a date again, or because he felt right with Rogue. [I might havta to leave her t' get m' head ons tright. 'M not cut out f'r de steady boyfriend thing.]
"Freeze right here, turn around;
lean into me, we fall to the ground
We don't even notice who's around."
Kurt was pretty much hugging Amanda while leaning from one side to another. Not really inspired dance moves fromthe blue fuzzy dude. Fred Astair was not feeling threatened by Kurt right then. But that wasn't the point of the thing. He was with his girl, and no one was making fun of them, or trying to break them up. If Rogue and Remy were happy, Kurt and Amanda where in Nirvana (Not the Kurt Cobain band).
Scott and Jean were the only couple that was really dancing. They were in perfect harmony with each other. Understanding ungiven cues, graceful and the dancing epitomie of oneness. (AN: I tried to make that boring and romantic, so my writing style matches tehir dancing style.)
The rest watched on, and someone who was just watching without knowing the people too well would say it was three miracles. For those watching right then (minus the BoM) it was natural, if a little belated. All Hell would break out later, but for now not even Bobby had anything to say.
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A few hours later the dance was almost over. teh highlight of hte night, save the Lumberjack song, had been Tabitha and John's freak dance to Smash Mouth's 'Come On Come On'. (AN: I was ready to end this fic at the time, so I never wrote this. Maybe in the revisions.) Thay were now panting, and laughing, and flirting like twelve year old girls.
"Okay kids, last song time. Everybody on the dance floor, grab someone to dance with, and don't forget to tip your D.J. I have a girlfriend and kid to feed." With a flick of his wrist and a flip of his hair, he turned the song on.
"Just a day, Just an ordinary day,
Just trying to get by
Jsut a boy, just an ordinary boy but
he was looking to the sky.
as he asked if I would come along"
Remy searched the floor. Rogue had gotten a way from him (Somehow), two songs ago. He'd respected ehr privacy, while trying to figure himself out. Now he knew what he had to do, and Rogue was no where ot be found.
A shadow passed over the open window, and Remy was outside in a beat. Rogue was tehre, brooding. Remy took her hand, and she came in closer to him, leaving a little of space, for safety.
"I started to realize that everyday he finds just what he's lookin' for
and like a shooting star he shines, and he said"
Remy noticed the gap inbetween them, but didn't pullhe rcloser. He tunred her, so her back was to him. he wrapped his arms around her, and sang into her ear.
"take my hand, live while you can,
don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand"
Rogue hesitated before pulling. Instead of slugging him, like she would anyone else, she turned to face him and dance.
"and as he spoke, he spoke, ordinary words
thought they did not feel
for I felt what I had not felt before
and you'd swear those words could heal and
as I looked up into those eyes, his vision borrows mine
and I know he's no stranger
for I feel I've held him for all of time, and he said"
Remy didn't pull her close again. Rogue looked straight into his eyes, and moved in close of her own volition. He sang in her ear agian.
"take my hand, live while yo can,
Can't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?
please come with me, see what I see
touch the stars for time will not flee
time will not flee, can't you see..."
Rogue scoured ehr brain for the next lyrics. two could play this game. Then hs ehit onthe words, thanks to Kitty. [Last time Ah think that.]
"just a dream, just an ordinary dream
as I wake in bed
and that boy, that ordinary boy
was it all in my head?
don't he ask if I would come along
it all seemed so real, but as I looked to the door
I saw that boy standing there with a deal, and he said"
Remy cut her off, and backed away. MAking unfailing eye contact, he sang (AN: again). . .
"Take my hand, live while you can,
can't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?"
Rogue finally got it. she looked downa t teh ground thinking. Reviewing what she'd went out there to ponder in the first place. She sang the last part, because Kitty's lyrics had taken over her vocal chords. She also wantedf to dance with Remy, but if that ws agreeing to something she wasn't ready for. . . so she stood there, half singing, half muttering the lyrics
"just a day, just an ordinary day
just tryin' to get by
just a boy, just an ordinary boy, but
he was looking to the sky"
Rogue was still debating (but very close to a decision), when Remy let her hands go. He closed het window he'd come out of, adn sarted to say something before Rogue cut him off.
"Remy, Ah gotta say somethin' 'fore Ah lose mah nerve." She took a deep breath. "Ah tol'ja last week, Ah couldn't go out with ya cause Ah wasn't ready." [Damn mah accent's thick when Ah'm nervous]
"I remember." Remy answered cautiously. Inside he was pleradinwho ever was listening to him. [Please no. Don't turn me down again, don't please. . .]
"Yeah, Ah kinda figured ya would somehow." [Deep breaths girl. Ya gotta do this.] "Ichangedmymind."
Remy's mind was working over time to process what he'd heard. Finally drawing a blank, he responded with the best thing he could come up with. "What?" (AN: I said the best he could come up wiht, nbot the best period.) "Y' become Pietro f'r a second?"
Rogue laughed. It was just an emabarrasingly loud 'ha'. She covered her mouth, like she could take it back that way. Taking an even deeper breath, she said, slowly, "Ah, changed mah mind. Ah think it might be alright. We'll both haveta change a little, but. . ."
"You wanna go out with me." Remy finished for her. [YES! HA! I AM A GOD! WOO! GO ME, GO ME. . .} (AN: yes, he is a big dork.)
Remy paused his inner party long enough to wonder what made her change her mind. Rogue was feeling akward. She wasn't used to this sort of thing. Her brain kept telling her to walk away, but her knees quickly pointed out that if they unlocked, she be in abig undignified heap on the ground. Remy decided to say something to help them bth out.
"What changed y' mind?"
Rogue immediatly softened. Instead of pretending to hold herself up, she became more nautural. Talking got rid of those akward pauses. She started on her explanation, the words rushing to get out. She made sure they came out slow most of teh time. SHe wouldn't be able to say it as well a second time.
"When Ah ran tot eh bathroom earlier, it was because Ah ahd this huge feelin' of deja vu. Last time Ah danced, Ah fell, like Ah did tonight. It was back in Missisippi (AN: AG! I hate spelling that. Grr.). The boy helped me up, like you did. Ah didn't know 'bout mah powers (AN: I hate these. Why are the obligatory? It sounds like she's throwing herself a pity party. mean she is, but it sounds so. . .weak.). Cody. . .the boy grabbed mah wrist, an' didn't wake up fo' three weeks."
Rogue realized that from the second author's note on she had been lookng at a burn mark from the last fourth of July, when Roberto had singed his eyebrows off lighting a roman candle. She looked up at Remy, tring hard not to look as vulnerable as she felt.
Remy understood it was hard for he rto talk about, so he tried to ignore the fact that Rogue was really cute when she was baring her soul. He decided that it would probably be best to be cocky, self-assured, and most of all, reassuring. But, then again, that's what he always did.
"I'll jes' have t' be more careful den." [Damn, sometimes she really is de lonley lil' goth girl everyone thinks she is. Gotta change dat. Mebe a little unconsciousness would be worth it. 'Sides, as Tabitha said, dere's always alternatives.]
"Yeah. Me too." [I have a boyfrined! And he's twice as cute as anyone else's! *inner happy dance* He better be worth the constant paranoia though. Ah know Ah gotta watch 'im at all times. He can be real stupid. Wouldn't want him to be hurt. I got a boyfriend!]
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With their not quite happyily ever after thoughts, they went around tot he front yard, with all inention of getting to bed. They saw the BoM jeep idling in the driveway, filled beyond capacity. tabitha was sitting on John's lap, and Wanda was pushed up against Todd
by Fred, who was still singing the Lumberjack Song (AN: It was stuck in his head. I can comiserate).
"Hey, Rogue; you still goin' to the RHPS with us? I think you left your clothes back at the dump." Lance said, shooting John and Tabitha look. Rogue made a mental note to sterilize her costume. John wearing it wasn't so bad, although he wouldn't fit too well, but if Tabitha had worn it, she might get somethin' from it (AN: I am so harsh on some people.). Lance was the only one to notice how close Rogue and Remy were. He shook his head on the inside. [There's no accounting for taste.]
Remy and Rogeu looked at each other. Rogue shrugged, and Remy turned to the BoM.
"One condition. You gotta supply me with clothes too. I know you've got what I need." It was Remy's turn to look at Tabitha and John. John shrugged, and Soon Rogue was sitting on Todd's lap, and Remy was kind of squeezed into the gap between Tabitha, John, and Lance. It was like putting all the Shriners in one little car.
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One hour, several odd looks at Remy, several hundred glares form Remy to the oogling BoM (They were staring at HIS girl), and several tissues later, Everyone but Lance was in costume, and waiting in the jeep. Finally Lance walked out with two super soakers, a buch of noisemakers, and all the other nessisary supplies for a public showing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, in his Riff Raff costume. And they were off.
When they were out of sigth of the Brotherhood house, and tehre was no chance Mystique ws still sober enough to walk, much less kill them for speaking about BoM taboos, the converastion started flowing. Eventually, someone pointed out. . ."Heh, it's a brotherhood family reunion." Everyone looked at Todd.
"Yeah, 'cept Remy' here. Don't worry though, we won't tell anyone you're a virgin." John said, this time from Tabitha's lap, after he'd pointed out that she might accidentally rip his maid costme. Tabitha was going as Frank, so she had to undo her garters, but it ws a minor thing anyway.
Rogue picked up on the teasing next. "Yeah. He'll figure out how our free love works pretty soon. It's kinda more like hit and run. Ya really gotta watch out fo' Mystique's bullwhip, but she ain't here now."
Fred was the next one. "Yeah, but that's not all you gotta watch out for. Sometimes, if you're notcareful, you're on the bottom of pile when we all crasha t eh same time."
Remy gothtem all back. "When, y' talk 'bout soemthin' I haven't done, tell me. 'M still waitn' f'r somethin' t' shock me." The BoM boys winced while Rogue glared at Remy. He smiled at her, and she shook her head.
"You're a retard."
Wanda looked back at Rogue. Somehow it had been decided that snce both Wanda and Rogue were very scary, and untouchable, they would be sharing a seat. Keep in mind, men made this decision. "I know how you feel."
Remy looked over at Todd, who was sprawled over the pile of people in the back seat in a very undignifeid postion. Not to mention he had opted to go as Rocky Horror. Remy pushed a bit of tissue back into his bra, and snorted derisivley. "Thanks for the comparison."
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Sam looked around at everyone. He saw the effects of little sleep, and much caffein wreak havock on the student body. Remy was sleeping porpped up int eh corner of the hangar. Kurt was 'porting luggage into the plane, while yawning, and sometimes missing the plane. Scott was hoeplessly useless, and Jean was being a bitch. Sam slurped his Mountain Dew, thanking God he had the foresigth to hoard a twelve pack in his room.
Sam silently thanked God for Mountain Dew, and Sony for his sanity, as he turned up his Elton John CD and sang along to his favorite song for the moment.
"Get back Honky Cat, bettah get back to the woods,
well I've quit those days and mah redneck ways. . ."
~Fin. (phew.)
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OKay, so next is the X-men's European Vacation.
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Panther Nesmith