Snow in April: A Wedding Story
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG to PG-13 whether there is language or not
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I mention in this story and its chapters.
Dedication: To all the reviewers from the last book and this!
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~December 28, 2002 2:15 p.m., The third to last door at the left past the staircase (my shared room)
This has been the worst Christmas vacation ever.
I mean, it can't get any worse right? Heh, I'm stuck believing that somebody would wake me up from this stupid LIE that has been reoccurring ever since I snapped into reality. What that means is...well, that understand, is the reason why I'm living this life: to find out what that means.
My conclusions so far:
1.) Jean is a self-controlling alternate being and uses her powers to obsess over little things
2.) Scott is her toy of which she jerks adamantly by his strings (where they are I do not need or ever will care to find out)
3.) Remy is possessed by her. If not, he would have never pulled a crazy stunt like say PROPOSE TO THAT SELF- PROCLAIMED ... alternate being
And the fact that I heed or even admit myself to such resolutions has definitely turned me into an obsessive, compulsive...well you know.
Later
The LIE has grown worse and larger. I must advance toward my last resort: putting my head between my knees and hopefully end up passing out.
~December 29, 2002 1:52 p.m., The third to last door at the left past the staircase (my shared room)
Jean, that brute, has made Xavier make Logan make Storm gather the other recruits around to discuss her matrimony to the impudent Remy. Ha! Like I'm going to attend.
Later
They scream and yell outside the door for me to come out. Kitty will not phase through to get me after one unfortunate event I will not utter right now, nor will Kurt teleport in for I will hang it upon him and embarrass him with my ways.
It's a talent I am privileged to have against all of them.
There seems to be a fiddling with the doorknob. I see a hand... which is neither blue nor belongs to the one I long to have. It is Scott, no one more than less.
Ever more the Later
He spoke raggedly to me, like his voice was washed from its regular tone by rich whimpers and thick sighs. I gurgle at the thought of such a marionette as Scott can be controlled so vigorously with galore by the girl he loves.
"Rogue." He rasped the word as if it were an uncontainable burp.
Spitting a train of curses, I finally asked, "How'd you get in?" He stumbled into the room like a insatiable drunkard of his own tears, his clothes crumpled and wrinkled on his lanky body, possibly from the tossing on his bed the night before.
I mean, I was a mess too, but at least I didn't look like him.
"There's something called a door," he said, the tone of sarcasm rising in his voice. I folded my legs under me with undeniable perplexity. There was a sense of a brusque connection between the two of us: that the only people who would savagely pull the ground away from our feet had fallen in love with each other and not us. The connection was only sought by me though, because of course, Scott could only wallow in his own grief and forget the world.
"It was also locked," I said, using his own tone of sarcasm back at him. He ignored it and looked at the carpeted floor with his red glasses.
"Storm had a key." His voice had flattened once again. I watched a few moments as he awkwardly paced, his eyes flicking to the carpet and back to me. Then he stopped abruptly, marking the ground with a volatile position. "Rampant they are with their innocence deceived and not to mention deprived! How incredulous and inane and utterly STupID do they think they are! And Remy!" -he laughed the name from his lips- "He's as foul as pig and desperate as a seagull for a fish! He hides behind Jean for his own defense, his own marking! I should've come between them when I had...when I had..." and then he dissolved into tears. This was really embarrassing, especially for me, to comfort the erudite SCOTT from CRYING over the winsome JEAN. But in the end, the soft side of me let out and I found myself shrugging and rubbing his back as he did the last resort for me (the head between the knees thing) and wept for lost love.
"There's always... how do you say this?" I asked him obscurely, as he sobbed louder. "Other fish in the sea." Oh the old term for the desperate and hopeful (or should I say hopeless?). He stopped crying as suddenly as he started and sullenly stood up. I then had a glimpse of his face - discreetly grim.
"We should go down now," he said, his voice brittle. I stood up at his words without much concern whether or not to stay back.
But I was much chagrined when I reached downstairs where I was sternly pulled away by Storm and Scott was briskly brushed in the background.
But no one seemed to mind.
She then sat me across from Xavier who looked like he was high on his own punctiliousness as Jean greeted everyone with her own shrill voice.
"Well now we can finally start!" she said, standing before the fireplace so that she looked imperious. Remy stood off to the corner near her with a look of familiar amusement playing in his eyes. I looked away in disgust.
"Well, I'd first like to thank you all for being here," -she looked straight at me with this defiant look in her eyes- "and now we'd like to announce our choices for Bridesmaid and Escorts." She read the names, much less to my attention which had flickered back to Remy. His gaze was on Jean and I studied her for a moment or so. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was surely perfect, her voice was perfect...
I couldn't bear to care about how unbelievably -perfect- she was, so I diverted my gaze back to Remy to discover he had been staring at me. Actually ~everyone~ was staring at me. I looked accusingly at them and then frowned.
"What?" I asked, indignant. Jean let out a shrill laugh and brushed back her scarlet hair.
"You didn't hear me, Rogue?" she asked, and I blew out a breath at her incompetence. She furrowed her brow before smiling in exuberance. "You're a bridesmaid!"
Whoopdeedo. "Is that what you dragged me down here for?!" I uttered, outraged. Storm came from behind and tried grabbing my arm in restraint, but I shifted it down and away from her reach.
Jean's face darkened and she let her hair slide into her face. "Rogue, it's one day," she explained slowly, her voice lowered.
"I see no reason why I need to be down here..."
"Are you humiliated that you have been chosen to walk down an aisle arrayed with flowers in a -dress- that cost five times more than that drab you wear everyday? ARE YOU?" she raised her voice.
"Yes Jean, I am," I answered, as-a-matter-of-factly. That steamed her quite a bit, but Xavier calmed her down.
"Jean, I think this has got a little out of hand," he muttered, and she was forced to stop her bickering, "if she doesn't want to..."
I brushed past the both of them, quickening my pace back up the stairs without a trace of reluctance. No one called me back so I assumed no one wanted me back. Now, someone knocks on my door.
Ever more later
I at first didn't answer it, afraid it might've been Xavier with another lecture, but then there came another abrupt knock and someone said, "Hey, it's me." I hid behind Kitty's bed, which is closer to the ground.
"Can I come in?" the voice called mulishly.
I crooned back, "Not if you are anyone."
"Then should I become a nobody?"
"If you are already a nobody, what choice do you have but to remain a nobody?"
Silence. "Cherie, open the door." Remy. I sprung to my feet while straightening my plaid skirt quickly on the way there. Then I paused and thought, what was I doing? Was I really trying to look my best for someone I have already lost? I bit my lip in my suspension before another adamant knock on the door.
"Cherie," he hissed from behind it, and I could almost see his frustration. Forget what I can't have. If not act now, then never. I rushed the door open and found Kurt standing there. I could almost feel the anger and humiliation churn inside me. I grabbed him by the collar and hissed," Now why do you have to pull a stinkin' trick like that on me?"
Kurt turned pale blue. "I'm sorry, Rogue. But I didn't know how to get you out!" I put him down slowly and threw a hard glance his way.
"Don't you -dare- tell anyone..."
"Don't worry Rogue! I won't!" he promised. I sighed, turning back into my room and was about to close the door before Kurt muttered, " Don't you want to know who's the maid of honor?"
"Her sister?" I asked, sarcasm rising in my voice. Kurt bit his lip. "Ja," he mumbled and I was going to close the door again when Kurt said, "Care to know who's the best man?"
Rolling my eyes impatiently, I asked, "Who?" unenthusiastically.
"Me!" Kurt declared, his expression full of rapt. I looked at him hard and wondered why he was still at my door.
"Are you going to leave?" I asked, resentful. He looked hurt.
"You're just going to turn me away like that?" he asked.
"Well, what do you want me to say?" I rasped the question like a whip at his back. He once again looked hurt. "What?" was all the more I could manage.
"I don't know anymore," he mumbled and teleported out of my sight. I looked on for a minute longer amidst feelings of suspense and pity, and then finally gathered up my low spirits before slamming the door.
December 30, 2002 9:54 p.m., The third to last door at the left past the staircase (my shared room)
This morning, I awoke to see Jean hovering over me with her usual (and bothersome) shining face of happiness. At first I thought it was dream, but then I focused closely and screamed. Then I tried getting up, only to find myself tangled in my covers and due to all the squirming, landed myself hard on the floor below me. Jean, all the while, laughed.
"Rogue! You kill me!" was all I made out from her mouth before she dissolved into another round of laughter. I cocked my head a bit, too sleepy to try and backlash this early. Jean was smart: I couldn't do anything early in the morning. Dern. I straightened myself up and was just about to exit this mess, before I heard Jean's voice: "Aren't you going to make your bed?" Like a bossy mother. I turned to her, grinding my teeth.
"I was thinking of brushing my teeth," I muttered.
"Oh Rogue, don't worry. Your breath is fine," she said, with a wave of her hand. I once again had to frown at her incompetence.
"What about my teeth?" I asked, and Jean gave me an upright smile.
"What about my teeth?" she mimicked, swaying her hands and gesturing at me. I laid an exasperated hand on my hip.
"Jean, I don't have time for this," I declared hotly. But before I could even touch the doorknob, Jean spoke up, this time her composure sure and straight.
"Sorry, Rogue, sorry," she muttered, and then started feeling my bed covers. Seriously. She traced it up and down and I knew she wanted something. From me. Again. Oh, sheesh. "I just wanted to know if you were going to be my bridesmaid or not," she said, twisting crimson hair on her finger. I crossed my arms and distorted my mouth into my usual frown.
"I don't know, Jean," I said. I wasn't going to tell her about my feelings for her fiancé just yet, so I told her that I wasn't comfortable wearing something tight and thin and...revealing. She started to make my bed for me and I hurried to her side before pulling them away from her grasp. She looked at me a bit hard.
"Don't worry, Rogue," she reassured with a smile. "If you don't survive this, you never have to do it again. But it would mean a lot to me if you were part of MY wedding." She beamed. It was the look that I had grown to hate all the while that I knew her. She watched me for a moment, then caught my eye as it twitched.
"So, is that a yes?" she asked warily. I huffed a sigh and slowly nodded, sliding my arms down before hitting the sides of my thighs. Jean, of course thrilled, rushed over to me and knowing I hated it, hugged me and said I wouldn't regret it. Then she got the heck out of there before I could retort or even threaten. I haven't seen her since.
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~linkin-spike: I'm much appreciative to you for adding me to your favorite's list! Heh, I'm not that great of an author. Seriously. Let me leave you with this: you write what you read.
~evilbon32: I was flustered when I read your review! Thank you -- I'm not great of an author. I just write what comes to mind. I hope you can get around to reading this book also -- I have many a turn and twist to keep everyone wanting more! And also a long delayed thank you for putting me on your favorite's list! Much obliged (tips hat).
~Goddess Evie: Thank you reading my story! Well, I'm a impatient person (great fault of mine) and haven't the heart to reread mistakes (but I always surpass them somehow!) but thanks anyway on the editor head's up. And I agree: an editor is always handy.
~All Reviewers: Wow! I'm ~thrilled~ at how much critic I received due to the first book! I was absolutely appalled at how many reviewed!! I also was surprised at how many people thought this story was actually going to be about Scogue! I am a bonafide Romy fan til the end folks! Oh, doesn't Rogue sound so much more learned right now? Personal notes to make! Peter and St. John will also appear in this book as well as many other surprises along the way! So keep vigil!
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG to PG-13 whether there is language or not
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters I mention in this story and its chapters.
Dedication: To all the reviewers from the last book and this!
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~December 28, 2002 2:15 p.m., The third to last door at the left past the staircase (my shared room)
This has been the worst Christmas vacation ever.
I mean, it can't get any worse right? Heh, I'm stuck believing that somebody would wake me up from this stupid LIE that has been reoccurring ever since I snapped into reality. What that means is...well, that understand, is the reason why I'm living this life: to find out what that means.
My conclusions so far:
1.) Jean is a self-controlling alternate being and uses her powers to obsess over little things
2.) Scott is her toy of which she jerks adamantly by his strings (where they are I do not need or ever will care to find out)
3.) Remy is possessed by her. If not, he would have never pulled a crazy stunt like say PROPOSE TO THAT SELF- PROCLAIMED ... alternate being
And the fact that I heed or even admit myself to such resolutions has definitely turned me into an obsessive, compulsive...well you know.
Later
The LIE has grown worse and larger. I must advance toward my last resort: putting my head between my knees and hopefully end up passing out.
~December 29, 2002 1:52 p.m., The third to last door at the left past the staircase (my shared room)
Jean, that brute, has made Xavier make Logan make Storm gather the other recruits around to discuss her matrimony to the impudent Remy. Ha! Like I'm going to attend.
Later
They scream and yell outside the door for me to come out. Kitty will not phase through to get me after one unfortunate event I will not utter right now, nor will Kurt teleport in for I will hang it upon him and embarrass him with my ways.
It's a talent I am privileged to have against all of them.
There seems to be a fiddling with the doorknob. I see a hand... which is neither blue nor belongs to the one I long to have. It is Scott, no one more than less.
Ever more the Later
He spoke raggedly to me, like his voice was washed from its regular tone by rich whimpers and thick sighs. I gurgle at the thought of such a marionette as Scott can be controlled so vigorously with galore by the girl he loves.
"Rogue." He rasped the word as if it were an uncontainable burp.
Spitting a train of curses, I finally asked, "How'd you get in?" He stumbled into the room like a insatiable drunkard of his own tears, his clothes crumpled and wrinkled on his lanky body, possibly from the tossing on his bed the night before.
I mean, I was a mess too, but at least I didn't look like him.
"There's something called a door," he said, the tone of sarcasm rising in his voice. I folded my legs under me with undeniable perplexity. There was a sense of a brusque connection between the two of us: that the only people who would savagely pull the ground away from our feet had fallen in love with each other and not us. The connection was only sought by me though, because of course, Scott could only wallow in his own grief and forget the world.
"It was also locked," I said, using his own tone of sarcasm back at him. He ignored it and looked at the carpeted floor with his red glasses.
"Storm had a key." His voice had flattened once again. I watched a few moments as he awkwardly paced, his eyes flicking to the carpet and back to me. Then he stopped abruptly, marking the ground with a volatile position. "Rampant they are with their innocence deceived and not to mention deprived! How incredulous and inane and utterly STupID do they think they are! And Remy!" -he laughed the name from his lips- "He's as foul as pig and desperate as a seagull for a fish! He hides behind Jean for his own defense, his own marking! I should've come between them when I had...when I had..." and then he dissolved into tears. This was really embarrassing, especially for me, to comfort the erudite SCOTT from CRYING over the winsome JEAN. But in the end, the soft side of me let out and I found myself shrugging and rubbing his back as he did the last resort for me (the head between the knees thing) and wept for lost love.
"There's always... how do you say this?" I asked him obscurely, as he sobbed louder. "Other fish in the sea." Oh the old term for the desperate and hopeful (or should I say hopeless?). He stopped crying as suddenly as he started and sullenly stood up. I then had a glimpse of his face - discreetly grim.
"We should go down now," he said, his voice brittle. I stood up at his words without much concern whether or not to stay back.
But I was much chagrined when I reached downstairs where I was sternly pulled away by Storm and Scott was briskly brushed in the background.
But no one seemed to mind.
She then sat me across from Xavier who looked like he was high on his own punctiliousness as Jean greeted everyone with her own shrill voice.
"Well now we can finally start!" she said, standing before the fireplace so that she looked imperious. Remy stood off to the corner near her with a look of familiar amusement playing in his eyes. I looked away in disgust.
"Well, I'd first like to thank you all for being here," -she looked straight at me with this defiant look in her eyes- "and now we'd like to announce our choices for Bridesmaid and Escorts." She read the names, much less to my attention which had flickered back to Remy. His gaze was on Jean and I studied her for a moment or so. Her hair was perfect, her makeup was surely perfect, her voice was perfect...
I couldn't bear to care about how unbelievably -perfect- she was, so I diverted my gaze back to Remy to discover he had been staring at me. Actually ~everyone~ was staring at me. I looked accusingly at them and then frowned.
"What?" I asked, indignant. Jean let out a shrill laugh and brushed back her scarlet hair.
"You didn't hear me, Rogue?" she asked, and I blew out a breath at her incompetence. She furrowed her brow before smiling in exuberance. "You're a bridesmaid!"
Whoopdeedo. "Is that what you dragged me down here for?!" I uttered, outraged. Storm came from behind and tried grabbing my arm in restraint, but I shifted it down and away from her reach.
Jean's face darkened and she let her hair slide into her face. "Rogue, it's one day," she explained slowly, her voice lowered.
"I see no reason why I need to be down here..."
"Are you humiliated that you have been chosen to walk down an aisle arrayed with flowers in a -dress- that cost five times more than that drab you wear everyday? ARE YOU?" she raised her voice.
"Yes Jean, I am," I answered, as-a-matter-of-factly. That steamed her quite a bit, but Xavier calmed her down.
"Jean, I think this has got a little out of hand," he muttered, and she was forced to stop her bickering, "if she doesn't want to..."
I brushed past the both of them, quickening my pace back up the stairs without a trace of reluctance. No one called me back so I assumed no one wanted me back. Now, someone knocks on my door.
Ever more later
I at first didn't answer it, afraid it might've been Xavier with another lecture, but then there came another abrupt knock and someone said, "Hey, it's me." I hid behind Kitty's bed, which is closer to the ground.
"Can I come in?" the voice called mulishly.
I crooned back, "Not if you are anyone."
"Then should I become a nobody?"
"If you are already a nobody, what choice do you have but to remain a nobody?"
Silence. "Cherie, open the door." Remy. I sprung to my feet while straightening my plaid skirt quickly on the way there. Then I paused and thought, what was I doing? Was I really trying to look my best for someone I have already lost? I bit my lip in my suspension before another adamant knock on the door.
"Cherie," he hissed from behind it, and I could almost see his frustration. Forget what I can't have. If not act now, then never. I rushed the door open and found Kurt standing there. I could almost feel the anger and humiliation churn inside me. I grabbed him by the collar and hissed," Now why do you have to pull a stinkin' trick like that on me?"
Kurt turned pale blue. "I'm sorry, Rogue. But I didn't know how to get you out!" I put him down slowly and threw a hard glance his way.
"Don't you -dare- tell anyone..."
"Don't worry Rogue! I won't!" he promised. I sighed, turning back into my room and was about to close the door before Kurt muttered, " Don't you want to know who's the maid of honor?"
"Her sister?" I asked, sarcasm rising in my voice. Kurt bit his lip. "Ja," he mumbled and I was going to close the door again when Kurt said, "Care to know who's the best man?"
Rolling my eyes impatiently, I asked, "Who?" unenthusiastically.
"Me!" Kurt declared, his expression full of rapt. I looked at him hard and wondered why he was still at my door.
"Are you going to leave?" I asked, resentful. He looked hurt.
"You're just going to turn me away like that?" he asked.
"Well, what do you want me to say?" I rasped the question like a whip at his back. He once again looked hurt. "What?" was all the more I could manage.
"I don't know anymore," he mumbled and teleported out of my sight. I looked on for a minute longer amidst feelings of suspense and pity, and then finally gathered up my low spirits before slamming the door.
December 30, 2002 9:54 p.m., The third to last door at the left past the staircase (my shared room)
This morning, I awoke to see Jean hovering over me with her usual (and bothersome) shining face of happiness. At first I thought it was dream, but then I focused closely and screamed. Then I tried getting up, only to find myself tangled in my covers and due to all the squirming, landed myself hard on the floor below me. Jean, all the while, laughed.
"Rogue! You kill me!" was all I made out from her mouth before she dissolved into another round of laughter. I cocked my head a bit, too sleepy to try and backlash this early. Jean was smart: I couldn't do anything early in the morning. Dern. I straightened myself up and was just about to exit this mess, before I heard Jean's voice: "Aren't you going to make your bed?" Like a bossy mother. I turned to her, grinding my teeth.
"I was thinking of brushing my teeth," I muttered.
"Oh Rogue, don't worry. Your breath is fine," she said, with a wave of her hand. I once again had to frown at her incompetence.
"What about my teeth?" I asked, and Jean gave me an upright smile.
"What about my teeth?" she mimicked, swaying her hands and gesturing at me. I laid an exasperated hand on my hip.
"Jean, I don't have time for this," I declared hotly. But before I could even touch the doorknob, Jean spoke up, this time her composure sure and straight.
"Sorry, Rogue, sorry," she muttered, and then started feeling my bed covers. Seriously. She traced it up and down and I knew she wanted something. From me. Again. Oh, sheesh. "I just wanted to know if you were going to be my bridesmaid or not," she said, twisting crimson hair on her finger. I crossed my arms and distorted my mouth into my usual frown.
"I don't know, Jean," I said. I wasn't going to tell her about my feelings for her fiancé just yet, so I told her that I wasn't comfortable wearing something tight and thin and...revealing. She started to make my bed for me and I hurried to her side before pulling them away from her grasp. She looked at me a bit hard.
"Don't worry, Rogue," she reassured with a smile. "If you don't survive this, you never have to do it again. But it would mean a lot to me if you were part of MY wedding." She beamed. It was the look that I had grown to hate all the while that I knew her. She watched me for a moment, then caught my eye as it twitched.
"So, is that a yes?" she asked warily. I huffed a sigh and slowly nodded, sliding my arms down before hitting the sides of my thighs. Jean, of course thrilled, rushed over to me and knowing I hated it, hugged me and said I wouldn't regret it. Then she got the heck out of there before I could retort or even threaten. I haven't seen her since.
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~linkin-spike: I'm much appreciative to you for adding me to your favorite's list! Heh, I'm not that great of an author. Seriously. Let me leave you with this: you write what you read.
~evilbon32: I was flustered when I read your review! Thank you -- I'm not great of an author. I just write what comes to mind. I hope you can get around to reading this book also -- I have many a turn and twist to keep everyone wanting more! And also a long delayed thank you for putting me on your favorite's list! Much obliged (tips hat).
~Goddess Evie: Thank you reading my story! Well, I'm a impatient person (great fault of mine) and haven't the heart to reread mistakes (but I always surpass them somehow!) but thanks anyway on the editor head's up. And I agree: an editor is always handy.
~All Reviewers: Wow! I'm ~thrilled~ at how much critic I received due to the first book! I was absolutely appalled at how many reviewed!! I also was surprised at how many people thought this story was actually going to be about Scogue! I am a bonafide Romy fan til the end folks! Oh, doesn't Rogue sound so much more learned right now? Personal notes to make! Peter and St. John will also appear in this book as well as many other surprises along the way! So keep vigil!