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 Four: Icing of the Cake
Author's Note: Okay. I'm waiting for X-Men Evo to come on and then when 10:30 a.m. finally rolls along, I sit in front of the T.V., and see - Yu-gi-Oh?! Can we say What the heck?! Did X-Men get cancelled? I noticed the same thing last week too! Someone ANSWER me!! Yes, I am spazing over a cartoon. Bite me.
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January 9, 2003 4:13 p.m., in the shared room
When I got out of my shared room this morning, I accidentally brushed my arm against Ororo's - absorbing some of her memory. She looked worried, like there was something she didn't want to reveal. Let's just hope she didn't kill anyone or stole anything.
Later, 6:17 p.m.
Things are reoccurring - memories are flashing... I see...a note... it reads, "One o' clock in the morning of January 12. Under the stars, on the roof."
Ack! A note! But from who? What if it's from Xavier?
Okay, that's just scary.
January 10, 2003 10:39 a.m., in Xavier's limo back to the mansion
I kept getting flashes of Ororo's memory and started going "mental" according to my Gym teacher. This is what I saw:
~ Xavier (I shudder at the thought) handing her an envelope
~Logan handing her a newspaper
~ Mr. McCoy watering her plants
~Seeing Jean feed Scott. And her scolding him for thinking it as a chance to come unto Jean.
All those choices are scary.
I'm getting sent home for sparking the drinking fountain again. Principal Kelly thinks it's because of my powers and I told him smartly maybe he should find himself a better job - maybe as a psychiatrist since he's so good at analyzing things.
So he gave me three days of detention for my boltushka* (as Peter would say).
Xavier isn't happy, but I told him that it wasn't my fault. He believed me.
Sometimes having a caretaker that has an IQ of 220 and no mannerisms of children is well off.
January 11, 2003 1:15 p.m., my shared room
I ran into Lance today, and he gave me this really evil look and then I remembered that I didn't tell Peter to stop giving gifts to Kitty!
List of what to dos:
~Find out who the letter is from
~Tell Peter to quit with the gifts
~Fetch newspapers from the kitchen to give to Scott
~Spy on Remy
~Find John and ask him what exactly did he tell Remy
~Finish Bio homework before Ms. Xaz collects it!!
January 12, 2003 12:35 a.m., the bedrooms' hallway
I have been wandering around, looking for a better place to sneak up to the roof. Kitty is already in bed, but she is self-defiant and jumps at anything that'll wake her. I have snuck out without her getting up, but it's only a matter of time.
Later, 2:34 a.m.
I stole into Scott's room, remembering it was the room that's corners slopped low and close to the roof so anyone could jump on it. Upon entering, I heard someone stir and jumped to hide under the bed. It couldn't have been Scott- he was still downstairs playing dead man eating with Jean - so when I felt someone pull me back I yelped. A coarse hand came to my mouth and I heard someone cry as if burned. Whirling away and toward the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of the perpetrator - Remy.
We both said each other's name in a start. Then we asked what each other thought we were doing here. I frowned, afraid that I'd be late in seeing who Ororo was meeting at one. So I dusted myself off and replied, "You answer me. This ain't your room."
I could almost see that frown he played on his lips. "What 'bout you? Dis ain't yur room any, chere," he told me. Annoyed, I looked at my digital watch - two minutes to one. I bit my lip.
"Look, I don't have time to spare, rat. I need to go out and up."
"I's t'ink de expression is 'up and out'," he answered, thinking he was correcting me. I couldn't help but smirk.
"No, rat, out and up to the roof," I explained. He looked at me with a crippling smile.
"What's on de roof? John?" I laughed a no.
"Ororo and someone. And what does John have to do with anything?" He shrugged his shoulders and turned on the light. As my eyes adjusted to the illumination, I had just a quick look at Remy - he had a shirt on (darn) but his features had changed - grown out his hair and shaved off his goatee (Jean made him).
He looked absolutely gorgeous. I know I've heard it about a zillion times from Jean, but you know, this time it's coming from me.
"You okay, chere? You look a bit pallid," he said, standing in front of me. I turned away so I wouldn't have to see him anymore. Remy could make you feel you've committed a sin just by looking at him.
I brought a hand to my neck and rubbed it. "You - You didn't answer me - what are you doing here?" I saw the corners of his mouth turn up.
"Jean's keepin' presents in my room. People are already sendin' in toasters and microwaves..." It was here I looked at the time and realized I was late.
"1:13 already?!" I was in disbelief. The fact that I had to go to school today got me all panicky and I swung open the window before crawling out. Sliding a bit, I brought myself up and hurried behind the vent. Ororo was there and -- Logan.
Hmph. I never thought him to be romantic. But it is better than finding Xavier there.
There was no music, no dinner, no fancy clothes. Just the two of them, under the stars, like Logan had written. That was just so sweet. Watching them recline --in each others arms-- was surprising and yet, comforting. Evan, I know, would surely hurl and Kurt would gasp and tease but I know I thought it was sweet. I got down, seeing nothing more, and was surprised to find Remy already waiting for me.
"See anything?" he asked, helping me down to the balcony's floor. I smiled, knowing he had seen also.
"You tell me," I simply replied. Even after I was safe on the balcony, he cradled his arms around my waist and I had to pull away to remember that he was already engaged. I actually ran out of there, not caring whether or not he was calling me or not, and closed the door to my shared room. I saw Kitty sitting on the bed, her arms crossed, her famous frown on her face. I looked around her, pulled off my boots and jumped into bed. But couldn't go to sleep without telling you first.
January 13, 2003 3:45 p.m., waiting for someone to pick me up from school
I'm waiting.
This can't be happening. Again.
This is the SECOND time Logan has done this to me. And Ritzy, the fifteenth in let's say A MONTH?!
Well, I can't be cruel. I was up there spying on him and maybe he sniffed me while there and is making me pay.
But, C'MON!! Nobody gets left after three. Or else they have to wait by and by side with THAT girl who DOESN'T shave her legs. This cannot be anymore pathetic.
I don't deserve this. I'm a good girl who just happens to be curious. And is gothic and pessimistic. I think that's the reason why everyone borrows money from me. Because I don't expect it back.
That's getting off the subject. I'm fuming angry at that scary person furry man LOGAN.
Here comes the X Jeep. Prepare for a shouting match, furry man.
Later, 6:12 p.m.
It wasn't Logan. It was -Jean- with that impudent -smile- on her pasty face.
And I really wanted to call Logan furry man.
The passenger door was opened and I could hear Bartok playing in the radio. I cringed at the sound.
"Jump in!" Jean offered, motioning me in with her hand. I gawked at her. How could she ever get an idea like making me drive with her around in the X Jeep and Bartok playing in the radio? It's like bread and jellyfish. It doesn't counteract.
I took a step back, but then noticed that GIRL who doesn't SHAVE her LEGS and thought, screw this. Anything could be better than waiting by side that scary girl.
So I jumped in, as intended, and slammed the door. It automatically locked and I gulped. Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all.
"Sorry nobody came to pick you up," Jean apologized after zooming off the high school grounds, "but Logan said he couldn't cuz of some business and everyone at that. And I thought, heck, I'll just bust out this jeep and we could go and taste test some cakes, right?"
Cakes?! Cakes?! What in any day do you taste test a CAKE in the middle of JANUARY when the wedding is in APRIL?!
I told her this, and she went, "Pfuit! Don't be silly, Roguie. Soon, all the months will go over your head and then it'll be April 16 before you know it!"
"April 16?" I asked, my head woozy. Jean glanced at me sideways.
"Ye-AH. The wedding day?" she said, holding back a giggle.
April 16. Not bad. By then, all the snow would melt away and blossoms would bud and spring and be all...pink.
I mean, our dresses are pink. Does the wedding need to be any pinker?! Think about it, pink clashes with Jean's hair! Or course, she doesn't know it or possibly doesn't care, because everything clashes with her hair, one way or the other.
So we arrive at Bonnie's Bakery which I guess I should explain what's in there too. It's this small bakery where the homely shop but I've seen the cakes displayed and they were really extravagant. I especially like the flowers that Bonnie makes - they look better than realistic.
Then we entered, and Jean gets flooded with remarks and kisses and I get pushed over to the side to survey the cakes.
"Bonnie, this is my friend Rogue," she introduced, and I just waved. Bonnie was an middle aged woman who had wrinkles and a warm smile. I felt bad for just waving, but I didn't want any direct contact - again.
"I'm here to sample some cakes," Jean said and Bonnie muffled she had it all laid out to try.
"There's chocolate, strawberries (very expensive), angel, devil..." then a whole list after. I never thought there could be so many flavors and varieties of CAKE. Nuts are one thing, but cake is completely different. So Jean pulls me to her side and tells me to sample FIFTY-TWO DIFFERENT SLICES OF CAKE.
"Couldn't you do it?" I asked, trying to save my hips. Jean laughed.
"Yeah, right, Rogue. If I had that option, I wouldn't fit in my size one dress, now would I?"
"YOU have a DRESS already?! It's only JANUARY for crying out loud!" I practically yelled at her. She smiled, cunningly.
"No, silly. I'm gonna buy a dress later," she said, and then pushed a slice of cake toward me. "Now eat."
So I tried, and after taste forty-two, I would've hurled. If I was eating the WHOLE slice, I would've passed out by then, but I tried until I got a taste of every one of them. I looked over at Jean and her whole face was glowing. I then pointed to almond cake. Jean rose an eyebrow.
"Are you serious? I was hoping you'd pick the angel cake." That's when I ran out to hurl (the taste of different flavors just doesn't do well in my mouth all at once). Why couldn't Jean just try them herself?
Jean, I don't understand.
When I came back, Jean had ordered the almond cake with PINK frosting. I came to her side and suggested she turn it to brown.
"You can't make the whole wedding pink," I said flatly. She looked at me hard.
"You want to see me try?" she asked, wickedly. I shook my head.
"There are too many things PINK. Can't you just make something white for once?"
"My dress is white," Jean reasoned. I slammed the cake book and gave her a hard look.
"No more pink," I said, making my voice low and dark. Bonnie, who was behind the counter gawked at me.
"Well, SOMEbody's not a happy person," she said, and I was about to punch her nose in, when Jean sighed and told Bonnie to turn the cake white. Then she dragged me out and looked at me with a scolding eye.
"Rogue," she said once we were in the jeep, "why can't you just stop being yourself and stop embarrassing me?"
I dropped my jaw in disgrace.
"You're telling me," I muttered and we rolled out the drive as Jean turned up the now Beethoven on the radio. Well, at least I hurled. That should teach her if she should ever think to bring me to anything again.
*boltushka - Russian for big mouth
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 Four: Icing of the Cake
Author's Note: Okay. I'm waiting for X-Men Evo to come on and then when 10:30 a.m. finally rolls along, I sit in front of the T.V., and see - Yu-gi-Oh?! Can we say What the heck?! Did X-Men get cancelled? I noticed the same thing last week too! Someone ANSWER me!! Yes, I am spazing over a cartoon. Bite me.
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January 9, 2003 4:13 p.m., in the shared room
When I got out of my shared room this morning, I accidentally brushed my arm against Ororo's - absorbing some of her memory. She looked worried, like there was something she didn't want to reveal. Let's just hope she didn't kill anyone or stole anything.
Later, 6:17 p.m.
Things are reoccurring - memories are flashing... I see...a note... it reads, "One o' clock in the morning of January 12. Under the stars, on the roof."
Ack! A note! But from who? What if it's from Xavier?
Okay, that's just scary.
January 10, 2003 10:39 a.m., in Xavier's limo back to the mansion
I kept getting flashes of Ororo's memory and started going "mental" according to my Gym teacher. This is what I saw:
~ Xavier (I shudder at the thought) handing her an envelope
~Logan handing her a newspaper
~ Mr. McCoy watering her plants
~Seeing Jean feed Scott. And her scolding him for thinking it as a chance to come unto Jean.
All those choices are scary.
I'm getting sent home for sparking the drinking fountain again. Principal Kelly thinks it's because of my powers and I told him smartly maybe he should find himself a better job - maybe as a psychiatrist since he's so good at analyzing things.
So he gave me three days of detention for my boltushka* (as Peter would say).
Xavier isn't happy, but I told him that it wasn't my fault. He believed me.
Sometimes having a caretaker that has an IQ of 220 and no mannerisms of children is well off.
January 11, 2003 1:15 p.m., my shared room
I ran into Lance today, and he gave me this really evil look and then I remembered that I didn't tell Peter to stop giving gifts to Kitty!
List of what to dos:
~Find out who the letter is from
~Tell Peter to quit with the gifts
~Fetch newspapers from the kitchen to give to Scott
~Spy on Remy
~Find John and ask him what exactly did he tell Remy
~Finish Bio homework before Ms. Xaz collects it!!
January 12, 2003 12:35 a.m., the bedrooms' hallway
I have been wandering around, looking for a better place to sneak up to the roof. Kitty is already in bed, but she is self-defiant and jumps at anything that'll wake her. I have snuck out without her getting up, but it's only a matter of time.
Later, 2:34 a.m.
I stole into Scott's room, remembering it was the room that's corners slopped low and close to the roof so anyone could jump on it. Upon entering, I heard someone stir and jumped to hide under the bed. It couldn't have been Scott- he was still downstairs playing dead man eating with Jean - so when I felt someone pull me back I yelped. A coarse hand came to my mouth and I heard someone cry as if burned. Whirling away and toward the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of the perpetrator - Remy.
We both said each other's name in a start. Then we asked what each other thought we were doing here. I frowned, afraid that I'd be late in seeing who Ororo was meeting at one. So I dusted myself off and replied, "You answer me. This ain't your room."
I could almost see that frown he played on his lips. "What 'bout you? Dis ain't yur room any, chere," he told me. Annoyed, I looked at my digital watch - two minutes to one. I bit my lip.
"Look, I don't have time to spare, rat. I need to go out and up."
"I's t'ink de expression is 'up and out'," he answered, thinking he was correcting me. I couldn't help but smirk.
"No, rat, out and up to the roof," I explained. He looked at me with a crippling smile.
"What's on de roof? John?" I laughed a no.
"Ororo and someone. And what does John have to do with anything?" He shrugged his shoulders and turned on the light. As my eyes adjusted to the illumination, I had just a quick look at Remy - he had a shirt on (darn) but his features had changed - grown out his hair and shaved off his goatee (Jean made him).
He looked absolutely gorgeous. I know I've heard it about a zillion times from Jean, but you know, this time it's coming from me.
"You okay, chere? You look a bit pallid," he said, standing in front of me. I turned away so I wouldn't have to see him anymore. Remy could make you feel you've committed a sin just by looking at him.
I brought a hand to my neck and rubbed it. "You - You didn't answer me - what are you doing here?" I saw the corners of his mouth turn up.
"Jean's keepin' presents in my room. People are already sendin' in toasters and microwaves..." It was here I looked at the time and realized I was late.
"1:13 already?!" I was in disbelief. The fact that I had to go to school today got me all panicky and I swung open the window before crawling out. Sliding a bit, I brought myself up and hurried behind the vent. Ororo was there and -- Logan.
Hmph. I never thought him to be romantic. But it is better than finding Xavier there.
There was no music, no dinner, no fancy clothes. Just the two of them, under the stars, like Logan had written. That was just so sweet. Watching them recline --in each others arms-- was surprising and yet, comforting. Evan, I know, would surely hurl and Kurt would gasp and tease but I know I thought it was sweet. I got down, seeing nothing more, and was surprised to find Remy already waiting for me.
"See anything?" he asked, helping me down to the balcony's floor. I smiled, knowing he had seen also.
"You tell me," I simply replied. Even after I was safe on the balcony, he cradled his arms around my waist and I had to pull away to remember that he was already engaged. I actually ran out of there, not caring whether or not he was calling me or not, and closed the door to my shared room. I saw Kitty sitting on the bed, her arms crossed, her famous frown on her face. I looked around her, pulled off my boots and jumped into bed. But couldn't go to sleep without telling you first.
January 13, 2003 3:45 p.m., waiting for someone to pick me up from school
I'm waiting.
This can't be happening. Again.
This is the SECOND time Logan has done this to me. And Ritzy, the fifteenth in let's say A MONTH?!
Well, I can't be cruel. I was up there spying on him and maybe he sniffed me while there and is making me pay.
But, C'MON!! Nobody gets left after three. Or else they have to wait by and by side with THAT girl who DOESN'T shave her legs. This cannot be anymore pathetic.
I don't deserve this. I'm a good girl who just happens to be curious. And is gothic and pessimistic. I think that's the reason why everyone borrows money from me. Because I don't expect it back.
That's getting off the subject. I'm fuming angry at that scary person furry man LOGAN.
Here comes the X Jeep. Prepare for a shouting match, furry man.
Later, 6:12 p.m.
It wasn't Logan. It was -Jean- with that impudent -smile- on her pasty face.
And I really wanted to call Logan furry man.
The passenger door was opened and I could hear Bartok playing in the radio. I cringed at the sound.
"Jump in!" Jean offered, motioning me in with her hand. I gawked at her. How could she ever get an idea like making me drive with her around in the X Jeep and Bartok playing in the radio? It's like bread and jellyfish. It doesn't counteract.
I took a step back, but then noticed that GIRL who doesn't SHAVE her LEGS and thought, screw this. Anything could be better than waiting by side that scary girl.
So I jumped in, as intended, and slammed the door. It automatically locked and I gulped. Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all.
"Sorry nobody came to pick you up," Jean apologized after zooming off the high school grounds, "but Logan said he couldn't cuz of some business and everyone at that. And I thought, heck, I'll just bust out this jeep and we could go and taste test some cakes, right?"
Cakes?! Cakes?! What in any day do you taste test a CAKE in the middle of JANUARY when the wedding is in APRIL?!
I told her this, and she went, "Pfuit! Don't be silly, Roguie. Soon, all the months will go over your head and then it'll be April 16 before you know it!"
"April 16?" I asked, my head woozy. Jean glanced at me sideways.
"Ye-AH. The wedding day?" she said, holding back a giggle.
April 16. Not bad. By then, all the snow would melt away and blossoms would bud and spring and be all...pink.
I mean, our dresses are pink. Does the wedding need to be any pinker?! Think about it, pink clashes with Jean's hair! Or course, she doesn't know it or possibly doesn't care, because everything clashes with her hair, one way or the other.
So we arrive at Bonnie's Bakery which I guess I should explain what's in there too. It's this small bakery where the homely shop but I've seen the cakes displayed and they were really extravagant. I especially like the flowers that Bonnie makes - they look better than realistic.
Then we entered, and Jean gets flooded with remarks and kisses and I get pushed over to the side to survey the cakes.
"Bonnie, this is my friend Rogue," she introduced, and I just waved. Bonnie was an middle aged woman who had wrinkles and a warm smile. I felt bad for just waving, but I didn't want any direct contact - again.
"I'm here to sample some cakes," Jean said and Bonnie muffled she had it all laid out to try.
"There's chocolate, strawberries (very expensive), angel, devil..." then a whole list after. I never thought there could be so many flavors and varieties of CAKE. Nuts are one thing, but cake is completely different. So Jean pulls me to her side and tells me to sample FIFTY-TWO DIFFERENT SLICES OF CAKE.
"Couldn't you do it?" I asked, trying to save my hips. Jean laughed.
"Yeah, right, Rogue. If I had that option, I wouldn't fit in my size one dress, now would I?"
"YOU have a DRESS already?! It's only JANUARY for crying out loud!" I practically yelled at her. She smiled, cunningly.
"No, silly. I'm gonna buy a dress later," she said, and then pushed a slice of cake toward me. "Now eat."
So I tried, and after taste forty-two, I would've hurled. If I was eating the WHOLE slice, I would've passed out by then, but I tried until I got a taste of every one of them. I looked over at Jean and her whole face was glowing. I then pointed to almond cake. Jean rose an eyebrow.
"Are you serious? I was hoping you'd pick the angel cake." That's when I ran out to hurl (the taste of different flavors just doesn't do well in my mouth all at once). Why couldn't Jean just try them herself?
Jean, I don't understand.
When I came back, Jean had ordered the almond cake with PINK frosting. I came to her side and suggested she turn it to brown.
"You can't make the whole wedding pink," I said flatly. She looked at me hard.
"You want to see me try?" she asked, wickedly. I shook my head.
"There are too many things PINK. Can't you just make something white for once?"
"My dress is white," Jean reasoned. I slammed the cake book and gave her a hard look.
"No more pink," I said, making my voice low and dark. Bonnie, who was behind the counter gawked at me.
"Well, SOMEbody's not a happy person," she said, and I was about to punch her nose in, when Jean sighed and told Bonnie to turn the cake white. Then she dragged me out and looked at me with a scolding eye.
"Rogue," she said once we were in the jeep, "why can't you just stop being yourself and stop embarrassing me?"
I dropped my jaw in disgrace.
"You're telling me," I muttered and we rolled out the drive as Jean turned up the now Beethoven on the radio. Well, at least I hurled. That should teach her if she should ever think to bring me to anything again.
*boltushka - Russian for big mouth