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.
Author's Notes: Again, it has come to my attention about the subject of the character Risty. I am not surprised and may have to keep writing these things to notify that the only reason why I write Ritzy is because I didn't know her name was Risty. But just as long as we know, the character in Evolution is Risty. And though I spell it differently, it is still the same person. To fans of Lancitty: Ack! I'm sorry to displease you all, but there is a moment that conflicts their relationship in this chapter! It's, um, opposing a bit...
Chapter Nine: Cupid is Blind
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January 22, 2003 5:37 p.m., in my shared room
I didn't go to school today. Xavier wouldn't let me. He also made Logan bolt the windows shut and stand by my door. Great. You could already tell what kind of day I went through. I was bored so I made lists. Lists of what I should wear tomorrow, next week, and what I like about people. And dislike. Here are a couple I rounded up:
WHY I SHOULD GET JEAN AWAY FROM REMY
-because I love him. Numero uno proposition for any purpose whatsoever
-because I hate her. And everything about her.
-they don't even look good together!
-Scott almost killed himself over Jean. Now you know that can't be good news.
-Duncan transferred because of her. I mean, there was no proof, but you could definitely tell Jean was the reason.
-She likes Pink. If Kurt hadn't interfered, she would've made the tuxes pink too!
WHY I SHOULDN'T
-
-
-you're kidding me, right?
WHY I LOVE REMY (AND CONTINUE TO THROW MY HEART TO THE DOGS)
-because I do. Anything else you want to know?
-he's cute. okay, hot. okay, handsome. you get my gist.
-he made me love him. I never loved anyone. Cody was different. I -liked- him.
-he kissed me! okay, pecked me. but how many guys actually dared to do that after Cody! hmph, none.
-he's not mean. He can be cruel, but he's not mean.
-he's romantic. and perfect
WHY I SHOULD FOREVER LOATHE HIS BEING
-he proposed to Jean
January 23, 2003 2:32 p.m. in my shared room
Day #2 in solitude. It's okay, I'm used to it though I'm supposed to be locked in my room like a wild animal. Someday, seriously, I'll get out. Even if I die in the process. Ooh, Logan has left his post. Run Rogue! Run!
Later, 4:33 p.m.
I ran all right. Ran right into Mr. McCoy. He was eating caramel and trying hard not to get it on his hairy fingers since it's disgusting trying to lick fingers and end up with hair in your mouth (ew).
So it was really, really not well from that moment on. His mouth was tightly shut with stickiness so it was terribly hard to scold me. But I felt bad and went back into my room. No use in trying, right?
January 24, 2003 3:34 p.m. in my shared room
I went to school today. Nobody missed me. Nobody cared. So SCREW THEM ALL!
Yes, that seems to be what I do all day.
Later 3:50 p.m.
There is something that just doesn't seem right anymore. I guess, I'm the one wrong this whole time. I've disappointed myself to say the least.
Jean, who hates to procrastinate, was practicing her wedding speech. I heard every word. And every word was all it took to turn my whole conscience around.
I also remember it all.
JEAN: I'm not the one to say those words that mean so much. We all know what they are, I love You, but does anyone know what they really mean? It's so simple of a phrase, but it explains every detail, every segment of, well, life. I guess, nobody really knows what they mean until they -feel- what they mean. I can't express what I feel for Remy LeBeau. Not even what I would say can convey everything he means to me. Yes, they may only be words, but Remy, when you asked me to yours forever and beyond, I knew that it was true. Something told me it was true. And I hope to the end that it is true. So, Remy, cheers, to us, to our marriage, to our life. And yes, this whole thing, has finally brought me to say I Love You. And it is meant, after all.
See what I mean?! LIES!! ALL LIES!! I just know I won't be able to sleep tonight.
11:45 p.m.
HOW did I know this would just happen? HOW??
January 25, 2003 12:22 a.m., in my shared room
I composed something of my own since I can't go to sleep. It's to compromise what Jean thinks:
I failed to realize
how you think he loves you
is it something that ridicules our lives
or why would you think he's true?
Has he told you about a few nights before
When he built up the audacity to kiss me
Don't tell me that it's something you'd ignore
Because if you don't, then you're too blind to see.
Something's up, someone will get screwed
I think it'll end in divorce just like everyone else
Or all this will start some kind of family feud
Because you know you're lying to yourself.
So take my advice or hire a bunch of lawyers
Think about your mistake and so will he
Before you walk down the aisle and out of the foyer
And if you go through with it, you can't put the blame on me.
7:45 a.m.
It seems I've slept after all. And well. Wow, I should do those more often.
6:30 p.m.
Ohm. I just came home from music selecting with Jean. She dragged me all the way to Floof's Tunes, this store in downtown Bayville that sells and plays music. Floof turns out to be this gay guy who owns the store, but Jean wasn't looking for him. She was actually looking for Kitty's friend, Paul, who it seems, is... well, let's just say "working" for Floof as a professional disc jockey. Shocking, to say the least.
Paul was actually very helpful. Jean told me he could sing and that he was going to be playing the songs for the night for half the price Floof usually charges. I was suspicious; thought she had to sleep with Paul to get such, but she reassured me that nothing happened and that he simply was doing her a favor. Rolling my eyes, I wondered who wasn't.
So anyway, Paul did a sample song for us and it turns out he was actually pretty good for a guy like himself. And Kitty cut off connection with him because... of Lance? Somebody's taking a lot of precautions for a lasting relationship...
Jean had a choice of her music. She thought of love songs and Paul suggested Frank Sinatra. She wanted Perry Como. I told them about Slipknot. They ignored me afterwards. While they were looking through songs, I wandered behind a few rows and found a few CDs I thought of buying. Then all of a sudden, some drugged up guy comes behind me and starts to yell about the drugs he just took, before I got tired of his dirty mouth and punched him. He fell down, knocking over some stereos along the way.
Then Paul and Jean come over and I find out that the druggie was really Floof and Paul was "so ashamed". To ensure we wouldn't say anything, he marked down the price 25% more and sent us on our way. Jean was giddy and said she was lucky that I came with her. Also said when she needed anything, I was always there to help.
Good God, somebody shoot me.
January 26, 2003 5:45 p.m., in my shared room
Kitty moved back in. She was putting everything back on her bed, and I noticed she was wearing the necklace again. I smiled and she had to look twice to see it.
"What?" she asked, but smirked herself. I turned on my side, getting a nice view of the glinting gold.
"Did you find out who it's from?" I asked quietly. Kitty brought her fingers and ran through the engraving. She smiled to herself, hanging a dress she had stolen from Jean's closet.
"Lance says it's from John." She chuckled, taking it off. "I don't believe him." She sat on the bed, her eyes still on the necklace. I watched as she laid it on her bed, knowing that Lance had to crack soon about her secret admirer.
"You ever had, like, a secret admirer, Rogue?" she asked, her voice suddenly fluffy. I looked away, gloating a bit.
"Nope. I think it's better keeping the secret."
"But don't you ever wish you, like, received something from someone you, like, didn't even know?" Peter would like that she likes the necklace. I smiled sadly.
"Nope." It was a lie. I was jealous that Peter gave her extravagant gifts; that Jean had Remy. And I had no one. Kitty huffed and smiled, put the necklace back on, and patted the pillow.
"It's good to be back," she said. "Jean was driving me, like, crazy with all the mess about her wedding. But she also mentioned you visited Paul?" She seemed ebullient again, almost like she missed him. And I couldn't blame her.
"He's doing well," I said, and her smile widened. Then it dimmed.
"I wish I could go visit him. But you know Lance," she said, getting up from her position. "He's so, like, protective of me."
"You should be proud," I told her. She shrugged, unknowing.
"I mean, I love him and all, but there are, like, so many restrictions." She laced the engraving longingly. "This is what reminds me there's, like, something more out there for me."
I laughed and tossed a pillow at her. "You sound as helpless as me!" I declared. She stared, surprised. Then joined in my laughter. As suddenly as she started, she got up and moved to the closet again.
"I've got a date," she explained, taking a pink dress from the rack. I nodded, and she dismissed herself.
Well, now that I know, I better go spy right?
Hey, can I help being evil? (no)
January 27, 2003 4:15 a.m., in my shared room
That was one hellva night. And I mean it.
Lance didn't know I was there. But Kitty did. I rode home with her.
There was a fight. There were things thrown. There was bickering, crying. And I was there to witness it all.
She forgot to take off the necklace. Big mistake.
Lance came to pick her up. He brought pink carnations. Kitty said she hated carnations. Lance should've noticed. There was something up. He brought his jeep, wore a white collared shirt and black slacks.
This must've been some date. Lance never dressed up for anything. Which made it all the more interesting.
I followed in Scott's car. He's still recovering. Still getting fed by Jean.
So, the ride there was quiet. I could see through the windshield that she had her head resting on his shoulder. Lance made a right turn - Holly's Drive. Late night Flicks. Perfect.
I parked away from the jeep so that Lance wouldn't notice or see. And then snuck and hid behind the trunk. They got out, and Lance locked the doors. As they made their way to the theater, I followed. Heard Lance ask two for the Late Night Flicks. I ordered my ticket, bought some popcorn, and took a seat behind the couple.
The first few minutes were all him kissing her. Then, he opened his eyes and saw... the necklace. He started hissing curses as the room got dark. I heard it all though. There was hardly anyone there for the Late Night Flicks which is why it was always popular among us mutants. I used to go with Ritzy, but..well, you know what happened.
"What's that?" he said, his voice harsh. Kitty, who never noticed it, finally did. Her mouth dropped open and I could tell she was brewing up a million excuses in that mind of hers. But Lance wouldn't have any of it. He spat a dozen cuss words from that foul mouth of his before trying to take it from her neck. Kitty, knowing he meant harm, clutched it in a fist. That was when Lance began his serenade of streaking curses.
"It's from John, isn't? Why are wearing it?" he asked. Kitty's frown was that of many that stand out of my mind.
"I like it." Bad, bad, choice of words, Kitty.
"It's not from me," Lance rasped. Kitty said she could careless. She told him John was thoughtful to get her such an expensive gift and that it would only be awarding if she wore it. Lance, I could tell, was so angry, he could've killed John at the spot if he had been there.
"It's not from me!!" he yelled, standing up. Some people started throwing things at him to sit down, but he didn't care. He fumed angry rage and I knew it was killing him inside. I defiantly ate popcorn through all of this.
"I don't care, Lance. It's not like I love him..."
"That's what you think! But one day you'll come to realize how much John is such a really nice guy and forget about a spud like me who can't afford to buy those stupid gifts! They tell me to stop worrying, to stop caring, but I can't stop because you won't let me stop!!!"
"Lance. Don't you dare raise your voice at me..."
He dared, but what he did next was so unexpected.
He -hit- Kitty.
Across the face. Just like that. It was so simple to do but so hard to get away with. I could see on his face that he didn't mean it. But he was caught up in the moment. Kitty was shocked too, but I was willing to act for her.
I got up and slammed my bought bucket of popcorn on his head. Popcorn spilled to the seats, to the floor.
"That was a complete waste of popcorn," I announced, and grabbed Kitty's arm. I ran with her out of the theater and noticed it had started to snow again. And this late in January.
When I looked at Kitty again, I could see her face of disbelief splashed with disgraceful tears.
"He-he ~hit~ me," she sobbed, and I took hold of her shoulders.
"C'mon, Kitty. Don't break down on me now," I said, and she put her head down. I could tell she was delirious and let her lean on me as we walked back to Scott's car. It was good I had put up the cloth hood or we would've been snowed in.
The way back could've killed us both.
Kitty ended up breaking down. She kept crying, shivering, uttering words only Lance would say. I tried to make her stop; she was such a wreck. I gripped the wheel inconsiderately and wondered how I could ever sleep tonight.
We got back and she's been up crying ever since.
Like I said, one hellva night. And lucky for her, I was there.
I wonder how Lance feels like now.
January 28, 2003 8:55 a.m., English
Kitty didn't go to school today. When she got down for breakfast, Logan dropped his newspaper and sent her back to our room.
Poor, poor, Kitty.
Later, 3:45 p.m.
There'll be another practice. I'll see if I can get Kitty out of it. See if Jean has any remorse for the poor girl.
Later, 6:23 p.m.
Jean didn't. She was mad when she found out Kitty stole her favorite dress and couldn't care less if Lance had caused her havoc just the night before.
Remy did, however. He let her sit out of it after Jean dragged her there and got screamed at. Well, he just said calmly, "Jeanie. She's tired. Give her some slack, kay?"
And Jean did.
Peter and John came. Peter sat down next to Kitty and Jean quickly turned to Remy, "Look! See what you've started!! This is all your fault!!"
Remy shrugged off her remark and we started without them. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched them. No one could tell he loved her. Not even Kitty. He didn't have his arm around her or anything, but he was saying things only audible to her alone. She slowly began to compose herself and finally told Jean she was ready to participate. I bet Jean was so happy she could have dropped to her and kissed the ground Peter walked on if she actually thought about it. But then and there, she was just happy.
After practice, I asked Peter what he told "Koshka". He just smiled and said that there are things that need to be heard. Then he left. I told this to John and he said Peter spoke one of his "remedies".
"Remedies?" I asked. John just smiled and told me to come over soon.
And when I asked Kitty what Peter told her she said quietly, "I don't remember." Then she pranced off.
What is all THIS ABOUT?!!!
January 29, 2003 9:41 a.m., French
Kitty went back to school today. She wore the necklace; smiles. Peter is a -miracle worker-.
January 30, 2003 8:00 a.m., English
I _cannot_believe_this.
I know I've been a pain this few days, but did Ms. Fielton have to do something like that?!
I'm reciting my lines, stumble on one word, and she marks a WHOLE point off! And some people skipped an entire line and she gave them the whole enchilada!!!
I'm spazing over one point. Bite me.
So it was more of a flat- out slap in my face.
My Recitation of Juliet's Lines (Romeo and Juliet, Act Three Scene Two)
...too lazy to actually write them...
January 31, 2003 4:57 p.m. in the X- JET
I walked into my shared room after school and found Kitty ripping pink, white, and red letters all seeming from Lance. She looked weirdly annoyed, and when she looked up to see me standing there, she had this face of violent insolence.
Well, I know I got the heck out of there.
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Responses to Reviews:
starlightz6: Yes. I bet Rogue will resort to believing in all those corny, lovy-duby statements. Let's just hope it doesn't turn her into a mental case like it did with..ahem..Jean..
ishandhalf: I know. But nobody's seen that yet since Evolution is supposed to be kid-friendly. I say, c'mon! Some romance and peeking don't kill any of us.
Amber: Well, it will get confusing to explain, so I'll hope you can wait until Risty (spelled Ritzy in my writing) is found out as really Mystique. There will be a part where she will be revealed... I haven't forgotten about that "profound but forgotten" ring yet! That will appear again. I can't promise anything right now since it's only the beginning of February and there are still two complete months into this story, so I'll just say I'll hope that they'll fight o'er Rogue!
Vagabond: I'm so glad! Yea, I thought I'd have complaints that the last chapter was short, but I'm actually relaxed now that I've read the reviews. It's nice to know I've made somebody laugh through this story...
Evolutionary Spider: Rest assure, Spider. He was wearing gloves. I guess I (or Rogue, should I say) forgot to write that down. And I rethunk the whole getting rid of Scott thing and have dismissed it. Look for him in the next chapter!
Goldylokz: I'm glad you love this story and have taken the time to update! It's great to know, yes yes. I hope you enjoy the growing romance and triangles revovling around this story, especially Rogue and Remy ~_^
Evilbon32: Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting all day for this update! Yes, I guess I should schedule them now, huh? I will for now on unless there is a vacation - I'll update mainly on Thursday, Firday, Saturday, or Sunday. Because it's the weekend and I have no life so I'll sit by my computer and udpate. (I laugh at myself) Be forewarned though - don't think Remy's such a sweetie or lover yet....
Lady MR: I...don't...think so. Like I've said before, we should all be forewarned about Remy's true feelings. There is a possibility he may be in love with Jean or in love with someone fro his past or Rogue or no one at all! Which gives me a great idea for the next book (yes, there will be one!)
Carla: My pleasure! I'm thankful for everyone's support on this story. It's like somone hauling me out of a ditch. Reviews do help!
Pyromaniac: Yes, aren't they all a bitch? Well, I know there will be more John in the next chapters and since I've got a hold of some vocabulary of Aussie Slang, he'll make A LOT of appearances!
Samman: I'm much pleased that you reviewed this story! It's so great to see new faces reading my work (though I love you all for keep tabs on this story!) And I too wish this story would be Remy/Rogue *sweats* did I just give away something I wasn't supposed to give away?!
Side note: Colussus is Latin for 'Giant'. Not that you needed to know that...
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.
Author's Notes: Again, it has come to my attention about the subject of the character Risty. I am not surprised and may have to keep writing these things to notify that the only reason why I write Ritzy is because I didn't know her name was Risty. But just as long as we know, the character in Evolution is Risty. And though I spell it differently, it is still the same person. To fans of Lancitty: Ack! I'm sorry to displease you all, but there is a moment that conflicts their relationship in this chapter! It's, um, opposing a bit...
Chapter Nine: Cupid is Blind
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January 22, 2003 5:37 p.m., in my shared room
I didn't go to school today. Xavier wouldn't let me. He also made Logan bolt the windows shut and stand by my door. Great. You could already tell what kind of day I went through. I was bored so I made lists. Lists of what I should wear tomorrow, next week, and what I like about people. And dislike. Here are a couple I rounded up:
WHY I SHOULD GET JEAN AWAY FROM REMY
-because I love him. Numero uno proposition for any purpose whatsoever
-because I hate her. And everything about her.
-they don't even look good together!
-Scott almost killed himself over Jean. Now you know that can't be good news.
-Duncan transferred because of her. I mean, there was no proof, but you could definitely tell Jean was the reason.
-She likes Pink. If Kurt hadn't interfered, she would've made the tuxes pink too!
WHY I SHOULDN'T
-
-
-you're kidding me, right?
WHY I LOVE REMY (AND CONTINUE TO THROW MY HEART TO THE DOGS)
-because I do. Anything else you want to know?
-he's cute. okay, hot. okay, handsome. you get my gist.
-he made me love him. I never loved anyone. Cody was different. I -liked- him.
-he kissed me! okay, pecked me. but how many guys actually dared to do that after Cody! hmph, none.
-he's not mean. He can be cruel, but he's not mean.
-he's romantic. and perfect
WHY I SHOULD FOREVER LOATHE HIS BEING
-he proposed to Jean
January 23, 2003 2:32 p.m. in my shared room
Day #2 in solitude. It's okay, I'm used to it though I'm supposed to be locked in my room like a wild animal. Someday, seriously, I'll get out. Even if I die in the process. Ooh, Logan has left his post. Run Rogue! Run!
Later, 4:33 p.m.
I ran all right. Ran right into Mr. McCoy. He was eating caramel and trying hard not to get it on his hairy fingers since it's disgusting trying to lick fingers and end up with hair in your mouth (ew).
So it was really, really not well from that moment on. His mouth was tightly shut with stickiness so it was terribly hard to scold me. But I felt bad and went back into my room. No use in trying, right?
January 24, 2003 3:34 p.m. in my shared room
I went to school today. Nobody missed me. Nobody cared. So SCREW THEM ALL!
Yes, that seems to be what I do all day.
Later 3:50 p.m.
There is something that just doesn't seem right anymore. I guess, I'm the one wrong this whole time. I've disappointed myself to say the least.
Jean, who hates to procrastinate, was practicing her wedding speech. I heard every word. And every word was all it took to turn my whole conscience around.
I also remember it all.
JEAN: I'm not the one to say those words that mean so much. We all know what they are, I love You, but does anyone know what they really mean? It's so simple of a phrase, but it explains every detail, every segment of, well, life. I guess, nobody really knows what they mean until they -feel- what they mean. I can't express what I feel for Remy LeBeau. Not even what I would say can convey everything he means to me. Yes, they may only be words, but Remy, when you asked me to yours forever and beyond, I knew that it was true. Something told me it was true. And I hope to the end that it is true. So, Remy, cheers, to us, to our marriage, to our life. And yes, this whole thing, has finally brought me to say I Love You. And it is meant, after all.
See what I mean?! LIES!! ALL LIES!! I just know I won't be able to sleep tonight.
11:45 p.m.
HOW did I know this would just happen? HOW??
January 25, 2003 12:22 a.m., in my shared room
I composed something of my own since I can't go to sleep. It's to compromise what Jean thinks:
I failed to realize
how you think he loves you
is it something that ridicules our lives
or why would you think he's true?
Has he told you about a few nights before
When he built up the audacity to kiss me
Don't tell me that it's something you'd ignore
Because if you don't, then you're too blind to see.
Something's up, someone will get screwed
I think it'll end in divorce just like everyone else
Or all this will start some kind of family feud
Because you know you're lying to yourself.
So take my advice or hire a bunch of lawyers
Think about your mistake and so will he
Before you walk down the aisle and out of the foyer
And if you go through with it, you can't put the blame on me.
7:45 a.m.
It seems I've slept after all. And well. Wow, I should do those more often.
6:30 p.m.
Ohm. I just came home from music selecting with Jean. She dragged me all the way to Floof's Tunes, this store in downtown Bayville that sells and plays music. Floof turns out to be this gay guy who owns the store, but Jean wasn't looking for him. She was actually looking for Kitty's friend, Paul, who it seems, is... well, let's just say "working" for Floof as a professional disc jockey. Shocking, to say the least.
Paul was actually very helpful. Jean told me he could sing and that he was going to be playing the songs for the night for half the price Floof usually charges. I was suspicious; thought she had to sleep with Paul to get such, but she reassured me that nothing happened and that he simply was doing her a favor. Rolling my eyes, I wondered who wasn't.
So anyway, Paul did a sample song for us and it turns out he was actually pretty good for a guy like himself. And Kitty cut off connection with him because... of Lance? Somebody's taking a lot of precautions for a lasting relationship...
Jean had a choice of her music. She thought of love songs and Paul suggested Frank Sinatra. She wanted Perry Como. I told them about Slipknot. They ignored me afterwards. While they were looking through songs, I wandered behind a few rows and found a few CDs I thought of buying. Then all of a sudden, some drugged up guy comes behind me and starts to yell about the drugs he just took, before I got tired of his dirty mouth and punched him. He fell down, knocking over some stereos along the way.
Then Paul and Jean come over and I find out that the druggie was really Floof and Paul was "so ashamed". To ensure we wouldn't say anything, he marked down the price 25% more and sent us on our way. Jean was giddy and said she was lucky that I came with her. Also said when she needed anything, I was always there to help.
Good God, somebody shoot me.
January 26, 2003 5:45 p.m., in my shared room
Kitty moved back in. She was putting everything back on her bed, and I noticed she was wearing the necklace again. I smiled and she had to look twice to see it.
"What?" she asked, but smirked herself. I turned on my side, getting a nice view of the glinting gold.
"Did you find out who it's from?" I asked quietly. Kitty brought her fingers and ran through the engraving. She smiled to herself, hanging a dress she had stolen from Jean's closet.
"Lance says it's from John." She chuckled, taking it off. "I don't believe him." She sat on the bed, her eyes still on the necklace. I watched as she laid it on her bed, knowing that Lance had to crack soon about her secret admirer.
"You ever had, like, a secret admirer, Rogue?" she asked, her voice suddenly fluffy. I looked away, gloating a bit.
"Nope. I think it's better keeping the secret."
"But don't you ever wish you, like, received something from someone you, like, didn't even know?" Peter would like that she likes the necklace. I smiled sadly.
"Nope." It was a lie. I was jealous that Peter gave her extravagant gifts; that Jean had Remy. And I had no one. Kitty huffed and smiled, put the necklace back on, and patted the pillow.
"It's good to be back," she said. "Jean was driving me, like, crazy with all the mess about her wedding. But she also mentioned you visited Paul?" She seemed ebullient again, almost like she missed him. And I couldn't blame her.
"He's doing well," I said, and her smile widened. Then it dimmed.
"I wish I could go visit him. But you know Lance," she said, getting up from her position. "He's so, like, protective of me."
"You should be proud," I told her. She shrugged, unknowing.
"I mean, I love him and all, but there are, like, so many restrictions." She laced the engraving longingly. "This is what reminds me there's, like, something more out there for me."
I laughed and tossed a pillow at her. "You sound as helpless as me!" I declared. She stared, surprised. Then joined in my laughter. As suddenly as she started, she got up and moved to the closet again.
"I've got a date," she explained, taking a pink dress from the rack. I nodded, and she dismissed herself.
Well, now that I know, I better go spy right?
Hey, can I help being evil? (no)
January 27, 2003 4:15 a.m., in my shared room
That was one hellva night. And I mean it.
Lance didn't know I was there. But Kitty did. I rode home with her.
There was a fight. There were things thrown. There was bickering, crying. And I was there to witness it all.
She forgot to take off the necklace. Big mistake.
Lance came to pick her up. He brought pink carnations. Kitty said she hated carnations. Lance should've noticed. There was something up. He brought his jeep, wore a white collared shirt and black slacks.
This must've been some date. Lance never dressed up for anything. Which made it all the more interesting.
I followed in Scott's car. He's still recovering. Still getting fed by Jean.
So, the ride there was quiet. I could see through the windshield that she had her head resting on his shoulder. Lance made a right turn - Holly's Drive. Late night Flicks. Perfect.
I parked away from the jeep so that Lance wouldn't notice or see. And then snuck and hid behind the trunk. They got out, and Lance locked the doors. As they made their way to the theater, I followed. Heard Lance ask two for the Late Night Flicks. I ordered my ticket, bought some popcorn, and took a seat behind the couple.
The first few minutes were all him kissing her. Then, he opened his eyes and saw... the necklace. He started hissing curses as the room got dark. I heard it all though. There was hardly anyone there for the Late Night Flicks which is why it was always popular among us mutants. I used to go with Ritzy, but..well, you know what happened.
"What's that?" he said, his voice harsh. Kitty, who never noticed it, finally did. Her mouth dropped open and I could tell she was brewing up a million excuses in that mind of hers. But Lance wouldn't have any of it. He spat a dozen cuss words from that foul mouth of his before trying to take it from her neck. Kitty, knowing he meant harm, clutched it in a fist. That was when Lance began his serenade of streaking curses.
"It's from John, isn't? Why are wearing it?" he asked. Kitty's frown was that of many that stand out of my mind.
"I like it." Bad, bad, choice of words, Kitty.
"It's not from me," Lance rasped. Kitty said she could careless. She told him John was thoughtful to get her such an expensive gift and that it would only be awarding if she wore it. Lance, I could tell, was so angry, he could've killed John at the spot if he had been there.
"It's not from me!!" he yelled, standing up. Some people started throwing things at him to sit down, but he didn't care. He fumed angry rage and I knew it was killing him inside. I defiantly ate popcorn through all of this.
"I don't care, Lance. It's not like I love him..."
"That's what you think! But one day you'll come to realize how much John is such a really nice guy and forget about a spud like me who can't afford to buy those stupid gifts! They tell me to stop worrying, to stop caring, but I can't stop because you won't let me stop!!!"
"Lance. Don't you dare raise your voice at me..."
He dared, but what he did next was so unexpected.
He -hit- Kitty.
Across the face. Just like that. It was so simple to do but so hard to get away with. I could see on his face that he didn't mean it. But he was caught up in the moment. Kitty was shocked too, but I was willing to act for her.
I got up and slammed my bought bucket of popcorn on his head. Popcorn spilled to the seats, to the floor.
"That was a complete waste of popcorn," I announced, and grabbed Kitty's arm. I ran with her out of the theater and noticed it had started to snow again. And this late in January.
When I looked at Kitty again, I could see her face of disbelief splashed with disgraceful tears.
"He-he ~hit~ me," she sobbed, and I took hold of her shoulders.
"C'mon, Kitty. Don't break down on me now," I said, and she put her head down. I could tell she was delirious and let her lean on me as we walked back to Scott's car. It was good I had put up the cloth hood or we would've been snowed in.
The way back could've killed us both.
Kitty ended up breaking down. She kept crying, shivering, uttering words only Lance would say. I tried to make her stop; she was such a wreck. I gripped the wheel inconsiderately and wondered how I could ever sleep tonight.
We got back and she's been up crying ever since.
Like I said, one hellva night. And lucky for her, I was there.
I wonder how Lance feels like now.
January 28, 2003 8:55 a.m., English
Kitty didn't go to school today. When she got down for breakfast, Logan dropped his newspaper and sent her back to our room.
Poor, poor, Kitty.
Later, 3:45 p.m.
There'll be another practice. I'll see if I can get Kitty out of it. See if Jean has any remorse for the poor girl.
Later, 6:23 p.m.
Jean didn't. She was mad when she found out Kitty stole her favorite dress and couldn't care less if Lance had caused her havoc just the night before.
Remy did, however. He let her sit out of it after Jean dragged her there and got screamed at. Well, he just said calmly, "Jeanie. She's tired. Give her some slack, kay?"
And Jean did.
Peter and John came. Peter sat down next to Kitty and Jean quickly turned to Remy, "Look! See what you've started!! This is all your fault!!"
Remy shrugged off her remark and we started without them. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched them. No one could tell he loved her. Not even Kitty. He didn't have his arm around her or anything, but he was saying things only audible to her alone. She slowly began to compose herself and finally told Jean she was ready to participate. I bet Jean was so happy she could have dropped to her and kissed the ground Peter walked on if she actually thought about it. But then and there, she was just happy.
After practice, I asked Peter what he told "Koshka". He just smiled and said that there are things that need to be heard. Then he left. I told this to John and he said Peter spoke one of his "remedies".
"Remedies?" I asked. John just smiled and told me to come over soon.
And when I asked Kitty what Peter told her she said quietly, "I don't remember." Then she pranced off.
What is all THIS ABOUT?!!!
January 29, 2003 9:41 a.m., French
Kitty went back to school today. She wore the necklace; smiles. Peter is a -miracle worker-.
January 30, 2003 8:00 a.m., English
I _cannot_believe_this.
I know I've been a pain this few days, but did Ms. Fielton have to do something like that?!
I'm reciting my lines, stumble on one word, and she marks a WHOLE point off! And some people skipped an entire line and she gave them the whole enchilada!!!
I'm spazing over one point. Bite me.
So it was more of a flat- out slap in my face.
My Recitation of Juliet's Lines (Romeo and Juliet, Act Three Scene Two)
...too lazy to actually write them...
January 31, 2003 4:57 p.m. in the X- JET
I walked into my shared room after school and found Kitty ripping pink, white, and red letters all seeming from Lance. She looked weirdly annoyed, and when she looked up to see me standing there, she had this face of violent insolence.
Well, I know I got the heck out of there.
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Responses to Reviews:
starlightz6: Yes. I bet Rogue will resort to believing in all those corny, lovy-duby statements. Let's just hope it doesn't turn her into a mental case like it did with..ahem..Jean..
ishandhalf: I know. But nobody's seen that yet since Evolution is supposed to be kid-friendly. I say, c'mon! Some romance and peeking don't kill any of us.
Amber: Well, it will get confusing to explain, so I'll hope you can wait until Risty (spelled Ritzy in my writing) is found out as really Mystique. There will be a part where she will be revealed... I haven't forgotten about that "profound but forgotten" ring yet! That will appear again. I can't promise anything right now since it's only the beginning of February and there are still two complete months into this story, so I'll just say I'll hope that they'll fight o'er Rogue!
Vagabond: I'm so glad! Yea, I thought I'd have complaints that the last chapter was short, but I'm actually relaxed now that I've read the reviews. It's nice to know I've made somebody laugh through this story...
Evolutionary Spider: Rest assure, Spider. He was wearing gloves. I guess I (or Rogue, should I say) forgot to write that down. And I rethunk the whole getting rid of Scott thing and have dismissed it. Look for him in the next chapter!
Goldylokz: I'm glad you love this story and have taken the time to update! It's great to know, yes yes. I hope you enjoy the growing romance and triangles revovling around this story, especially Rogue and Remy ~_^
Evilbon32: Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting all day for this update! Yes, I guess I should schedule them now, huh? I will for now on unless there is a vacation - I'll update mainly on Thursday, Firday, Saturday, or Sunday. Because it's the weekend and I have no life so I'll sit by my computer and udpate. (I laugh at myself) Be forewarned though - don't think Remy's such a sweetie or lover yet....
Lady MR: I...don't...think so. Like I've said before, we should all be forewarned about Remy's true feelings. There is a possibility he may be in love with Jean or in love with someone fro his past or Rogue or no one at all! Which gives me a great idea for the next book (yes, there will be one!)
Carla: My pleasure! I'm thankful for everyone's support on this story. It's like somone hauling me out of a ditch. Reviews do help!
Pyromaniac: Yes, aren't they all a bitch? Well, I know there will be more John in the next chapters and since I've got a hold of some vocabulary of Aussie Slang, he'll make A LOT of appearances!
Samman: I'm much pleased that you reviewed this story! It's so great to see new faces reading my work (though I love you all for keep tabs on this story!) And I too wish this story would be Remy/Rogue *sweats* did I just give away something I wasn't supposed to give away?!
Side note: Colussus is Latin for 'Giant'. Not that you needed to know that...