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.
Chapter Three: Surprises at every Angle
Dedication: To Derrick. Our almost anniversary was yesterday.
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January 3, 2003 9:34 p.m., In Storm's Loft - between the lavender and holly
Rehearsal was scheduled for 4:30 p.m. and was supposed to run for only about an hour, but Remy was late and Logan forgot all about it. Jean was pissed, and started cursing everything from her mother to the church's candles.
It was quite amusing to say the least.
When Remy and Logan finally did show up (at different times, mind you), Jean relaxed and we started going over formation and times to go up. There was also a wedding planner by the name Dunst (pronounced Dan) who discussed the wedding.
"Jeanie," as he called Jean, "wants you girls," that's the bridesmaids, "to line up from shortest to tallest." So we fell as stated - Amara, Jubes, Kitty, me, and then Ororo. Then the escorts fell into place and finally Jean lined up behind us.
Dunst came to the front and started saying, "No no no! You can't do this!" when Kitty fell out of line or, "Stop playing with that!" to Logan who was really just trying to fix his collar. He was about to shine his menacing claws to threaten the guy, but Ororo hushed him and he obeyed.
When we finally reached the altar, Dunst told us to go back again since he caught some mistakes in walking (who ever thought we'd make mistakes just walking!). So we did what we were told, and again, and again, until we must've done it a dozen times before Dunst threw his hands up and said, "I give up!" Then he went into a pew and put his head between his knees and sat there like that for twenty minutes or so. Jean, seeing he had given up on her, went over and screamed at him, so finally he passed out and was carried away by the paramedics. That, I should conclude, was hilarious. And when Remy tried to comfort Jean, she spat, "Don't you dare come close to me! Part of this mess is YOUR fault."
Well, now that we've seen the real Jean, we might as well go home, right?
Heh. It's not that easy. We weren't off the hook yet.
Jean took over. She commanded that we do this properly or we would spend the night at the church. Amara brought to our attention that that was not possible - there was a mass at six. Jean, after pondering this, screamed at Amara and made her cry. Therefore, no one wanted to argue so we just did what we were told.
No talking was permitted. John tried to sneak a whisper to me, but Jean caught him, screamed, and sent him off to a corner of the church. Everyone got scared and shut up. Then Kitty sneezed and Jean became outraged. She babbled and preached about disrupting the service and what would we do if she happened to sneeze on Jean's wedding day?
"I'd ask for a tissue," Kitty said smartly and was sent off to the other corner of the church.
Ororo tried to make amends for all of this. "Think about it, Jean," she told her, over Amara's sniffles, "I know you're frustrated, but don't you think you're being a little unreasonable? I mean, making Amara cry? Sending Kitty to the corner for sneezing? Isn't that just a bit over doing it?"
Jean gave her a wicked look. "I want to get this over with just as much as you do. Now can you please get in line?"
Okay. It was one thing to talk smart and order people around. But you shouldn't boss people around if she has powers like Ororo. Almost immediately, a rain cloud appeared before our heads and was about to sprout water, when Logan kinda clicked her back to where we were and she stopped.
Jean continued to fuss around, until finally at eight, she sat down and put her head between her knees as Dunst did, quietly sobbing as she did so. Remy came over and patted her back.
"C'mon, Cherie," he said, "what do you t'ink you're doin'?"
"I'm trying to pass out," she said, a matter-of-factly. Remy sighed.
"Jean, please..."
"My own wedding planner failed me! What am I to do?" she asked, sitting up in despair. Remy put an arm around her, comfortingly.
"Let's go home. We'll try again some otta time."
"But when, Remy?" she asked, standing up. "When?"
Remy looked at her indignantly. "Later." He stood up and pulled her into him. Turning to us, he said to go home. Everyone was joyous, especially Kitty, who was standing next to the manager scene and started getting the creeps. John came over, but I ignored him, still studying Jean and Remy as they exited the church.
"He ain't going to come," he muttered over my shoulder. I turned to him, annoyed.
"I know that," I said, and started walking briskly as to get out. John followed, much to my animosity.
"Rogue, stop, please," he called, and I obeyed, surprising even myself. He joined my side a moment later. "Why do you keep chasing someone you can't have?" I turned to him, yet again, facing his growing concern.
"Why do you care?" I asked. He looked at me, hard. "You know what, forget it. I have to go." So then I turned on my heel and hurried away. What I don't believe is that he should have the heart to care at all. I never understood him, anyway.
January 4, 2003 2:34 p.m., At Bettle Blvd., waiting for the bus
I've been abandoned yet again. This time, by Ritzy. She said that she'd meet me here so that we could go around Bettle Blvd., to eat snow cones and throw snowballs at unsuspecting passersby.
But she didn't show up.
I've been waiting since noon, and she hasn't turned up. Something is wrong. Ritzy would never pull a subterfuge like this, right?
I mean, best friends don't do such, would they? I --
Hey! That car just splashed me with water...wait...I know that...oh my gosh, it's Scott's car!!
Later, at St. Gertude's Hospital's waiting room
Scott was attempting suicide.
Well, at least, that's what all the records think. He took his car and plowed into Rick's Buttoning Repairs at the corner of Bettle Blvd. and James St.
Okaay, but that's the worst attempt of suicide that I've ever heard of. I mean, jumping off a building seems smarter than this. Not that I'm suggesting anything... I'm really stupid.
I just arrived, and upon finding that Scott entered surgery for a broken hip and arm, am now forced to wait. And we all know why he did it.
Because he couldn't have Jean. I think I would be pretty mad too if I live with someone that I love and find out they're marrying someone else and I don't get even a spot in the wedding.
Oh, Logan's arrived. I should go to tell him what's up.
Later, back at the Mansion
Scott's gonna make it. He's pretty banged up, and the doctors found some antidepressant drugs in his system, but they let him come back to the mansion since Xavier said they had a license to keep him in good condition. Of course everyone's a mourning - Jean the most. It makes me sick that Scott should have to do something stupid like this to get Jean's attention. She was out shopping when all of this happened and arrived last to visit Scott. Remy watches from behind the glass, his face struck. I saw him waiting for Jean to come out, his fists balled and barred. He saw my reflection in the glass and turned to me. It was awkward from then on, but I joined his side anyway to watch through the glass as well.
"She takes the blame, you know," he said without facing me. I swallowed hard. "She's not as evil as you think."
As I think? As everyone thinks.
"John told me how you feel about all this," Remy continued and I raised my eyebrows in anxiety, "and I don't blame you."
Did he also tell Remy about my feelings for him? Someone's gonna get beat up as soon as I'm out...
"But you's have to consider that it's just one day.." I turned, in a fleeing motion. He didn't call me back, much to my relief. One day? Did that mean John didn't tell Remy 'bout my feeling for him? Did he just think I was tired of trying so much, not because I loved him?
I need to find John and ask what exactly did he tell Remy.
January 5, 2003 8:52 p.m., the bus home
Ritzy met me at Merde in Clairemont's. She said that she had dues the day before and hoped she didn't miss anything exciting. I told her about Scott's attempt on his own life, and she was sorry she missed it.
"And I missed you as well," she said, with a small smile. I dismissed the cheesiness with a smile of my own. The sun managed to hide behind the clouds for the rest of the day, as we ordered coffee and sat down in wicker chairs while admiring the surroundings.
"How's everything at the mansion?" she asked casually, and I looked away. Putting the coffee down with my hand I pushed another small smile.
"Fine." She looked at me, discerning.
"Not so great with -him-, huh?" she asked, sipping her own cup. I traced the whickered chair with my fingers.
"He asked Jean to marry him." Ritzy spit out her coffee and looked at me, appalled.
"He did WHAT?" she asked, hurriedly. I poured the details painstakingly, trying not to leave anything out. She listened, her eyes growing wider with anticipation.
"Dern," she said, sitting back as I finished my story.
"And now, Jean's all fussy about the rehearsals." Ritzy put a hand to her chin and asked who was my escort. I sighed, remembering Remy and my conversation the night before.
"St. John," I said in a brittle voice. Ritzy smirked, and hit my shoulder.
"Loosen up, Rogue. He's just as cute." I laughed with her.
"There's just something John doesn't fulfill. He's not, well, Remy." I sipped my coffee, depressed.
Ritzy huffed and threw her cup away. "Love is a terrible thing," she muttered, and stood up with me. We walked around Clairemont's for a few minutes, surveying the New Year's decorations and hitting some with snowballs, until I caught sight of someone coming up the drive.
Peter. I stopped my mischief almost immediately. Where there's a Peter, there's a John. Meeting him by the iced brook, I introduced Ritzy to him and asked what he was doing here. He smirked and took out something in a blue velvet box. It was necklace.
"Is it nice?" he asked, innocently. I wrapped its chain around my fingers and traced the imprinted 'Kitty' with a bit of jealousy. Ritzy was also gazing at it, and I heard her breath rasp when I revealed the word who it'd be to. I gave it back to Peter and smirked.
"It's beautiful," I told him with sincerity. He smiled and brought me into a imperious hug.
"You never let me down," he motioned in a placated way. Then he walked away. I wondered after him how he would get such past Lance, who loves his dear Cat with desire. Ritzy, reading my thoughts, agrees thoughtfully with me.
"He's audacious, thinking he take Kitty away from Lance," she said, bitterly. I looked at her, startled.
"He has no intention of doing such. It's a sweet gesture, leave it at that," I came to Peter's defense. She looked at me rigidly.
"I still think it's pretty unnecessary," she said, waving a hand to final her statement.
We wandered back and Ritzy offered to take me home, but I declined, knowing she'd badmouth Peter along the way. A day with Ritzy can make you forget your troubles, but never others'.
I should visit Scott as soon as I get back.
January 6, 2003 8:15 a.m., French
I went back to school today. Everyone thinks it's pointless, but I know for sure that it's much better than staying home, watching lesbians marry on Jerry Springer or reruns of The Simpsons.
Everyone's talking about Jean's wedding. They're surprised - the girls are sorry they themselves didn't get to know the "Hot Cajun". I just stand back, amidst the gossip.
"I heard Jean's pregnant," I overheard Taryn say with solemn glee.
"I heard the Cajun drinks," the others commented, as I past them. Champagne. And sometimes bourbon, I thought to myself. Jean doesn't know though - and she's about to find out sooner or later.
January 7, 2003 12:45 p.m., World Civ
At lunch, I was talking to Kitty at her locker when I saw Lance coming up her way.
He looked really pissed.
Kitty was putting her books away, humming nonchalantly while I silently scolded her for not being aware of trouble up ahead. It hit her harder than I expected.
Almost instantly, Lance slammed his hand on her locker, closing it with a bang. She stood there, shocked, and was about to say something, when Lance held out something so familiar, it made my heart drop - the Cat playing with flowers… the gift from Peter!
"What's this?" Lance asked, his eyes narrowing. Kitty's mouth dropped open and she held up a hand, but Lance closed his palm on the glass creation. I looked away, dismayed.
"A gift," Kitty said, recollecting. She tried once more to take it from him, but he moved his hand away from hers.
"From who?!" he said loudly, almost yelling. Kitty put a finger to her lip.
"Quiet! You don't want attention..."
"F**k attention!" he yelled, and I could almost see his eyes flicker in anger, "are you -cheating- on me?"
The question was alerting. Kitty brimmed with boiling anger herself. "Can you stop being a jerk and realize that I'm not! Why would I?" she asked, her voice softening. She took hold of Lance's fist and phased through it, taking the glass from his hand. Lance watched, stiffening. She put the creation into her locker and smiled.
"There. See? It's a gift, not a kiss," she said, and pecked him on the cheek. "Now stop worrying. I don't even know who gave it to me." Her face was sincere. Lance gave me a swift look which told he was in disbelief, but walked away without another word. Kitty turned to me, her features shaking.
"That was bad," she said, recoiling in fear. Then she looked up at me, her eyes violent with fright. "Rogue, you know who gave it to me, don't you? Can you tell him to stop?" she took up her book bag and walked past me. I stared after her, not knowing what to say.
How did Lance get his hands on it in the first place? It doesn't make any sense.
January 8, 2003 6:13 p.m.
Scott, I understand, is happier. Jean has made it a ritual to feed him every morning, and Remy doesn't seem to mind. She's being charitable, is what I heard.
Kitty, I've noticed, has put the glass creation back by her bedside.
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Vagabond: *laughs* You read my mind! Look for some romance the next chapters! Whether it will last or not remains a mystery..
Lady MR: Of course! I love Rolo! Look for some the next chapters!
Nicky: Yes, sadly, it doesn't work out for Rogue. And John might just make a move on her!
Arynnl: Thank you for putting me on your favorite's list! It's so hard to keep track -- hanktay ouyay
IshandaHalf: Ugh. I don't think John would get Remy with Rogue just yet... (suspenseful, isn't it?)
Starlightz6: Possibly *rubs chin* you could think that way...
Cassie-bear01- Scott fulfills many a prophecy with suicide written all over it. Will he ever learn?
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.
Chapter Three: Surprises at every Angle
Dedication: To Derrick. Our almost anniversary was yesterday.
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January 3, 2003 9:34 p.m., In Storm's Loft - between the lavender and holly
Rehearsal was scheduled for 4:30 p.m. and was supposed to run for only about an hour, but Remy was late and Logan forgot all about it. Jean was pissed, and started cursing everything from her mother to the church's candles.
It was quite amusing to say the least.
When Remy and Logan finally did show up (at different times, mind you), Jean relaxed and we started going over formation and times to go up. There was also a wedding planner by the name Dunst (pronounced Dan) who discussed the wedding.
"Jeanie," as he called Jean, "wants you girls," that's the bridesmaids, "to line up from shortest to tallest." So we fell as stated - Amara, Jubes, Kitty, me, and then Ororo. Then the escorts fell into place and finally Jean lined up behind us.
Dunst came to the front and started saying, "No no no! You can't do this!" when Kitty fell out of line or, "Stop playing with that!" to Logan who was really just trying to fix his collar. He was about to shine his menacing claws to threaten the guy, but Ororo hushed him and he obeyed.
When we finally reached the altar, Dunst told us to go back again since he caught some mistakes in walking (who ever thought we'd make mistakes just walking!). So we did what we were told, and again, and again, until we must've done it a dozen times before Dunst threw his hands up and said, "I give up!" Then he went into a pew and put his head between his knees and sat there like that for twenty minutes or so. Jean, seeing he had given up on her, went over and screamed at him, so finally he passed out and was carried away by the paramedics. That, I should conclude, was hilarious. And when Remy tried to comfort Jean, she spat, "Don't you dare come close to me! Part of this mess is YOUR fault."
Well, now that we've seen the real Jean, we might as well go home, right?
Heh. It's not that easy. We weren't off the hook yet.
Jean took over. She commanded that we do this properly or we would spend the night at the church. Amara brought to our attention that that was not possible - there was a mass at six. Jean, after pondering this, screamed at Amara and made her cry. Therefore, no one wanted to argue so we just did what we were told.
No talking was permitted. John tried to sneak a whisper to me, but Jean caught him, screamed, and sent him off to a corner of the church. Everyone got scared and shut up. Then Kitty sneezed and Jean became outraged. She babbled and preached about disrupting the service and what would we do if she happened to sneeze on Jean's wedding day?
"I'd ask for a tissue," Kitty said smartly and was sent off to the other corner of the church.
Ororo tried to make amends for all of this. "Think about it, Jean," she told her, over Amara's sniffles, "I know you're frustrated, but don't you think you're being a little unreasonable? I mean, making Amara cry? Sending Kitty to the corner for sneezing? Isn't that just a bit over doing it?"
Jean gave her a wicked look. "I want to get this over with just as much as you do. Now can you please get in line?"
Okay. It was one thing to talk smart and order people around. But you shouldn't boss people around if she has powers like Ororo. Almost immediately, a rain cloud appeared before our heads and was about to sprout water, when Logan kinda clicked her back to where we were and she stopped.
Jean continued to fuss around, until finally at eight, she sat down and put her head between her knees as Dunst did, quietly sobbing as she did so. Remy came over and patted her back.
"C'mon, Cherie," he said, "what do you t'ink you're doin'?"
"I'm trying to pass out," she said, a matter-of-factly. Remy sighed.
"Jean, please..."
"My own wedding planner failed me! What am I to do?" she asked, sitting up in despair. Remy put an arm around her, comfortingly.
"Let's go home. We'll try again some otta time."
"But when, Remy?" she asked, standing up. "When?"
Remy looked at her indignantly. "Later." He stood up and pulled her into him. Turning to us, he said to go home. Everyone was joyous, especially Kitty, who was standing next to the manager scene and started getting the creeps. John came over, but I ignored him, still studying Jean and Remy as they exited the church.
"He ain't going to come," he muttered over my shoulder. I turned to him, annoyed.
"I know that," I said, and started walking briskly as to get out. John followed, much to my animosity.
"Rogue, stop, please," he called, and I obeyed, surprising even myself. He joined my side a moment later. "Why do you keep chasing someone you can't have?" I turned to him, yet again, facing his growing concern.
"Why do you care?" I asked. He looked at me, hard. "You know what, forget it. I have to go." So then I turned on my heel and hurried away. What I don't believe is that he should have the heart to care at all. I never understood him, anyway.
January 4, 2003 2:34 p.m., At Bettle Blvd., waiting for the bus
I've been abandoned yet again. This time, by Ritzy. She said that she'd meet me here so that we could go around Bettle Blvd., to eat snow cones and throw snowballs at unsuspecting passersby.
But she didn't show up.
I've been waiting since noon, and she hasn't turned up. Something is wrong. Ritzy would never pull a subterfuge like this, right?
I mean, best friends don't do such, would they? I --
Hey! That car just splashed me with water...wait...I know that...oh my gosh, it's Scott's car!!
Later, at St. Gertude's Hospital's waiting room
Scott was attempting suicide.
Well, at least, that's what all the records think. He took his car and plowed into Rick's Buttoning Repairs at the corner of Bettle Blvd. and James St.
Okaay, but that's the worst attempt of suicide that I've ever heard of. I mean, jumping off a building seems smarter than this. Not that I'm suggesting anything... I'm really stupid.
I just arrived, and upon finding that Scott entered surgery for a broken hip and arm, am now forced to wait. And we all know why he did it.
Because he couldn't have Jean. I think I would be pretty mad too if I live with someone that I love and find out they're marrying someone else and I don't get even a spot in the wedding.
Oh, Logan's arrived. I should go to tell him what's up.
Later, back at the Mansion
Scott's gonna make it. He's pretty banged up, and the doctors found some antidepressant drugs in his system, but they let him come back to the mansion since Xavier said they had a license to keep him in good condition. Of course everyone's a mourning - Jean the most. It makes me sick that Scott should have to do something stupid like this to get Jean's attention. She was out shopping when all of this happened and arrived last to visit Scott. Remy watches from behind the glass, his face struck. I saw him waiting for Jean to come out, his fists balled and barred. He saw my reflection in the glass and turned to me. It was awkward from then on, but I joined his side anyway to watch through the glass as well.
"She takes the blame, you know," he said without facing me. I swallowed hard. "She's not as evil as you think."
As I think? As everyone thinks.
"John told me how you feel about all this," Remy continued and I raised my eyebrows in anxiety, "and I don't blame you."
Did he also tell Remy about my feelings for him? Someone's gonna get beat up as soon as I'm out...
"But you's have to consider that it's just one day.." I turned, in a fleeing motion. He didn't call me back, much to my relief. One day? Did that mean John didn't tell Remy 'bout my feeling for him? Did he just think I was tired of trying so much, not because I loved him?
I need to find John and ask what exactly did he tell Remy.
January 5, 2003 8:52 p.m., the bus home
Ritzy met me at Merde in Clairemont's. She said that she had dues the day before and hoped she didn't miss anything exciting. I told her about Scott's attempt on his own life, and she was sorry she missed it.
"And I missed you as well," she said, with a small smile. I dismissed the cheesiness with a smile of my own. The sun managed to hide behind the clouds for the rest of the day, as we ordered coffee and sat down in wicker chairs while admiring the surroundings.
"How's everything at the mansion?" she asked casually, and I looked away. Putting the coffee down with my hand I pushed another small smile.
"Fine." She looked at me, discerning.
"Not so great with -him-, huh?" she asked, sipping her own cup. I traced the whickered chair with my fingers.
"He asked Jean to marry him." Ritzy spit out her coffee and looked at me, appalled.
"He did WHAT?" she asked, hurriedly. I poured the details painstakingly, trying not to leave anything out. She listened, her eyes growing wider with anticipation.
"Dern," she said, sitting back as I finished my story.
"And now, Jean's all fussy about the rehearsals." Ritzy put a hand to her chin and asked who was my escort. I sighed, remembering Remy and my conversation the night before.
"St. John," I said in a brittle voice. Ritzy smirked, and hit my shoulder.
"Loosen up, Rogue. He's just as cute." I laughed with her.
"There's just something John doesn't fulfill. He's not, well, Remy." I sipped my coffee, depressed.
Ritzy huffed and threw her cup away. "Love is a terrible thing," she muttered, and stood up with me. We walked around Clairemont's for a few minutes, surveying the New Year's decorations and hitting some with snowballs, until I caught sight of someone coming up the drive.
Peter. I stopped my mischief almost immediately. Where there's a Peter, there's a John. Meeting him by the iced brook, I introduced Ritzy to him and asked what he was doing here. He smirked and took out something in a blue velvet box. It was necklace.
"Is it nice?" he asked, innocently. I wrapped its chain around my fingers and traced the imprinted 'Kitty' with a bit of jealousy. Ritzy was also gazing at it, and I heard her breath rasp when I revealed the word who it'd be to. I gave it back to Peter and smirked.
"It's beautiful," I told him with sincerity. He smiled and brought me into a imperious hug.
"You never let me down," he motioned in a placated way. Then he walked away. I wondered after him how he would get such past Lance, who loves his dear Cat with desire. Ritzy, reading my thoughts, agrees thoughtfully with me.
"He's audacious, thinking he take Kitty away from Lance," she said, bitterly. I looked at her, startled.
"He has no intention of doing such. It's a sweet gesture, leave it at that," I came to Peter's defense. She looked at me rigidly.
"I still think it's pretty unnecessary," she said, waving a hand to final her statement.
We wandered back and Ritzy offered to take me home, but I declined, knowing she'd badmouth Peter along the way. A day with Ritzy can make you forget your troubles, but never others'.
I should visit Scott as soon as I get back.
January 6, 2003 8:15 a.m., French
I went back to school today. Everyone thinks it's pointless, but I know for sure that it's much better than staying home, watching lesbians marry on Jerry Springer or reruns of The Simpsons.
Everyone's talking about Jean's wedding. They're surprised - the girls are sorry they themselves didn't get to know the "Hot Cajun". I just stand back, amidst the gossip.
"I heard Jean's pregnant," I overheard Taryn say with solemn glee.
"I heard the Cajun drinks," the others commented, as I past them. Champagne. And sometimes bourbon, I thought to myself. Jean doesn't know though - and she's about to find out sooner or later.
January 7, 2003 12:45 p.m., World Civ
At lunch, I was talking to Kitty at her locker when I saw Lance coming up her way.
He looked really pissed.
Kitty was putting her books away, humming nonchalantly while I silently scolded her for not being aware of trouble up ahead. It hit her harder than I expected.
Almost instantly, Lance slammed his hand on her locker, closing it with a bang. She stood there, shocked, and was about to say something, when Lance held out something so familiar, it made my heart drop - the Cat playing with flowers… the gift from Peter!
"What's this?" Lance asked, his eyes narrowing. Kitty's mouth dropped open and she held up a hand, but Lance closed his palm on the glass creation. I looked away, dismayed.
"A gift," Kitty said, recollecting. She tried once more to take it from him, but he moved his hand away from hers.
"From who?!" he said loudly, almost yelling. Kitty put a finger to her lip.
"Quiet! You don't want attention..."
"F**k attention!" he yelled, and I could almost see his eyes flicker in anger, "are you -cheating- on me?"
The question was alerting. Kitty brimmed with boiling anger herself. "Can you stop being a jerk and realize that I'm not! Why would I?" she asked, her voice softening. She took hold of Lance's fist and phased through it, taking the glass from his hand. Lance watched, stiffening. She put the creation into her locker and smiled.
"There. See? It's a gift, not a kiss," she said, and pecked him on the cheek. "Now stop worrying. I don't even know who gave it to me." Her face was sincere. Lance gave me a swift look which told he was in disbelief, but walked away without another word. Kitty turned to me, her features shaking.
"That was bad," she said, recoiling in fear. Then she looked up at me, her eyes violent with fright. "Rogue, you know who gave it to me, don't you? Can you tell him to stop?" she took up her book bag and walked past me. I stared after her, not knowing what to say.
How did Lance get his hands on it in the first place? It doesn't make any sense.
January 8, 2003 6:13 p.m.
Scott, I understand, is happier. Jean has made it a ritual to feed him every morning, and Remy doesn't seem to mind. She's being charitable, is what I heard.
Kitty, I've noticed, has put the glass creation back by her bedside.
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Vagabond: *laughs* You read my mind! Look for some romance the next chapters! Whether it will last or not remains a mystery..
Lady MR: Of course! I love Rolo! Look for some the next chapters!
Nicky: Yes, sadly, it doesn't work out for Rogue. And John might just make a move on her!
Arynnl: Thank you for putting me on your favorite's list! It's so hard to keep track -- hanktay ouyay
IshandaHalf: Ugh. I don't think John would get Remy with Rogue just yet... (suspenseful, isn't it?)
Starlightz6: Possibly *rubs chin* you could think that way...
Cassie-bear01- Scott fulfills many a prophecy with suicide written all over it. Will he ever learn?