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: Sorry about the delayed update! And I'm also sorry to also mention this... finals are coming up next week and me being the procrastinator I am have yet to study for any of them ~.~; So, just a note that the next chapter will be a bit delayed too. Sorry and Enjoy!
Chapter Ten: Jean's Obesity Issues
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February 1, 2003 2:22 a.m., in my bed
Someone screamed, awakening me. I turned on my light, my eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. Rolling out of bed, I looked around, and upon seeing Kitty still sleeping, got up.
The screamer turned out to be Jean. I found her in the bathroom, actually crying.
"What the -hell-?" I asked, lacing my fingers through my hair. She looked at me, her eyes red.
"Oh, Rogue! It's terrible!" she cried and tried to throw her hands around me, but I pushed her away.
"Just tell me," I said, half-asleep. She pouted and looked in the mirror.
"I actually gained two pounds!!" then she dissolved into a puddle of cries. I really wanted to kick her right then and there, but fought the urge and asked, "How do you know?!"
"Well," she sniffed, wiping away tears, "I weighed myself because, you know, it's always good to weigh yourself after sleeping," I gurgled, annoyed. "and so it turns out I weigh 102 lbs.! You know what that means?"
"You actually gained enough to ride on a roller coaster?" I tried to even out my sarcasm. She moaned, grabbing my shirt.
"No! I'm FAT!!" Okay, that was impossible.
"Are you looking at the right mirror?" I asked, glancing at the reflection in front of us. She still had her cheek bones, her high forehead, green eyes. Not to mention no fat at all.
"No duh, Rogue," she grumbled, and turned soberly to the mirror. Then she started pinching her stomach under her nightshirt.
"See! I'm not supposed to have a stomach, and then all of a sudden, I do!!" I slapped her hands away, miffed.
"EVERYONE has a stomach! What are spazing about?!"
"Gaining two pounds, maybe?" she looked at me, and I could see she was annoyed with me. Remembering I had promised myself to expand my patience span for a resolution, I grinded my teeth and said, "Okay Jean. Tell me what's so wrong about gaining two pounds?"
"Well, I won't be able to fit in my dress, and I won't..." she ran out of excuses and then resorted to screaming once more.
"This is pointless," I muttered, and left her to drown in her despair. Maybe she'll die of such.
But it is proven you cannot die of a broken heart, much less gaining two pounds.
Later, 7:45 a.m.
Jean refuses to eat any breakfast. Xavier is worried.
7:49 a.m.
Found out she won't feed Scott either in fear she'll eat herself. Scott's sad.
9:55 a.m.
Logan talked to Jean and she gave him the whole sob story she gave me. He walked out of her room just as I heard a shrill wail followed by sobs. This is getting a bit annoying.
I mean, TWO pounds!! Is there in any given moment, some sober excuse to get worked up about TWO pounds?! Although, somehow I can understand, considering she's weighed like 100 pounds her whole teen life, so that could put her in the pits.
But THIS is bottom-low. I already can see where this will be going.
11:36 a.m.
Ororo tried to pry Jean from her room. She said that it's useless and that Jean intends to starve herself into this mesh of bones and bare flesh so she can fit into one mangy dress. I predict that she'll become anorexic and die before she even reaches the altar. Coming from me, is that a good thing?
12:34 p.m.
Mr. McCoy cooked lunch outside. Said something about letting the smell float to her window to try and lure her out. This could be drastic.
12:36 p.m.
Nothing. She's going to die in that room of hers. Kitty will sacrifice her life and try to bring her up a hamburger.
12:44 p.m.
We await; anxious. If she won't reappear in five minutes, I'm coming up.
1:15 p.m.
Kitty came down, her face angered. She left the hamburger in Jean's reach and Jean, who's nit-picky, left it outside her door since she didn't want to stain the carpet upon throwing it at Kitty.
Now, Kitty's aggravated.
2:45 p.m.
Everyone is thinking up ways of making Jean eat. She's hasn't come out and it's making the adults nervous, the guys a bit aroused, and the girls miffed. So we're thinking of plowing down the door and forcing her to eat a slab of meat.
This could get crucial.
3:57 p.m.
Bobby tried to get her out, that "brave" soul, as Mr. McCoy joked (he isn't half bad either). He's going to ice the door and kick it down. I'm wanting to see this.
4:12 p.m.
There is certain discussion of which who should get her out? Well, first it was Xavier but she could easily scream his conscience out the door, then it was Logan but he was defiantly scared of her, and then Ororo but she came up with the simple excuse that she had already tried.
So now we're resorting to Roberto. He's not a true charmer, but right now, he'll have to do.
Oh, and have I mentioned Remy is no where to be found?!
6:37 p.m.
Jean screams -a lot-. It seems she could scream and cry and wail all day to everyone's irritation. Well, Bobby iced the door, but when he tried to kick it down, he bounced back, landing himself into the room behind him. From then on, he's been in and out of consciousness, which is pretty funny because Amara and Jubilation can put him next to Scott and put them in iratic positions, take pictures, and hold them for the due of blackmail.
Ororo's mad. She's tired and hungry and is having headaches because she's irritated. Logan blames it on Remy, who still hasn't shown up.
Where can he be when his fiancée is in this time of "distress"?
7:54 p.m.
We gave up. That and because Bobby's iced the door and has therefore forever locked Jean into her room. Amara won't burn the door and Jubilation won't try to explode it.
9:34 p.m.
Xavier called a meeting in the rec room. He said that Jean was undergoing disturbances with intermediate levels of stress and therefore will not be able to join in any activities from then on.
Then Jamie asked the question if she'd come to dinner for his birthday (it's in two days), and Prof. gave us an awkward face and told us to get to bed.
Well, I'm in bed, but the problem is Jean's wailing can be heard a mile away. Seriously, this cannot get any worse.
February 2, 2003 7:35 a.m.
It got worse. Jean came out, it turns out. But not for food.
She's -exercising-.
I'm not sure how she got out, but I think Remy did finally show up and blew up the door. There are burnt marks all over the frame, I've noticed.
Well, how far will Jean go? Running, running, where will she drop down and die... I don't know.
7:34 p.m.
I asked Remy what he thought he was letting his fiancée do, killing herself and all, and do you know what he answered?
"What? I t'ink it's hot."
Good GOD, I'm about to kill myself of all this ignorance.
8:43 p.m.
Jean went to bed tired and hungry. She's not even eating healthy food. Maybe I'll go and ask where she is about now.
8:52 p.m.
I asked, and she almost tried to scream at me, but instead, she fell on her bed and I think passed out.
Well, I'm not the one to gloat or take any blame, so I told Xavier about her condition. He furrowed his brow and told me to go to bed and take well precautions.
February 3, 2003 6:29 p.m. ~Jamie's Birthday
Jean has isolated herself- away from food and people, but mainly food- so nobody could help but forget about Jamie's birthday and sympathize for the girl.
Jamie was angry, to say the least.
"Whay are you people like this?! Don't I at least get a cake?!!" Poor guy. Xavier shut himself up in the study, Logan went somewhere with Ororo (I'm not going to ask), Remy is back at Magneto's, and everyone else just left. Well, anyway, I grabbed his gift and gave it to him.
It was a box that said "Things" on it. He was happier than I had expected and actually skipped away, thanking me.
Weird. I bought it at the dime shop down the street too.
7:12 p.m.
I thought of torturing Jean by bringing up some steak leftovers from a couple nights ago. But when I opened the door, I found her -eating-!!
We looked at each other, and finally, she got up, took the steak and slammed the door.
Well, there goes all those anorexic ideas out of the window.
February 4, 2003 2:22 a.m.
Things have got worse. It's not like I didn't know things would turn this way, but did they have to?!
I woke up at midnight, with the feeling that something wasn't right. Walking down the hallway, I looked inside the bathroom and found Jean -throwing up in the toilet-!!
And the fact that she doesn't drink did rouse some suspicion that she is bulimic.
"Jean!" I screamed her name, holding my nose from the sour stench of vomit. She looked up, her eyes glassy with denseness.
"Oh," she moaned, trying to get up. I grabbed her arm and she got to her feet. "Thanks," she said, and I gave her a hard look. "What?"
"What?! Well, maybe the fact that you have resorted to throwing up now?"
"So?" she had to ask. I rolled my eyes.
"You have moved on from anorexic to bulimia! Does that not bother you?!" She stared at me then turned, flushing the toilet. "C'mon, Jean. You're smarter than this." It was terrible to tell her, especially coming from me, but she needed to hear it. She stood up straight, looked in the mirror, rinsed her mouth, and when she saw me still looking at her, so tossed her hair out of her face and pranced out of the bathroom.
This is SO not good.
4:32 p.m., in the living room
Everyone is happy now that Jean is eating again. They don't know about her bulimic secret. This could get a bit dramatic - more than it already is.
February 5, 2003 7:14 p.m., in my shared room
IT IS OVER.
Or at least Remy said it was.
Jean had refused his fabulous soufflé. THAT was a mistake, because Remy's specialty is soufflé and when someone refuses it, he either gets mad or erratically depressed.
In this case, he got mad.
It was like witnessing Xavier's little pandemonium all over again, except Remy is neither as old or as bald.
We were seated at dinner. Remy had done his little gentleman act by pulling out Jean's chair, etc, etc. That was that, until he announced that he had cooked the dinner and everyone was glad because they knew Remy was a good cook either way. Everyone, that is, except Jean, who darkened her face and clamped her hands to her lap.
"Would you like some, Jeanie?" Remy asked her, putting a spoonful of soufflé inches from her mouth. That was torture. The smell, the look, the taste - how could you be anorexic at a time like this?
But of course, Jean had turned to bulimia and when she saw it, she right away got up from her chair and ran to the downstairs' bathroom. That could only mean she was bulimic to even the look of food - which made Remy a little appalled, and everyone else just plain surprised.
Then, he asked what that was about. I simply played with my fork, turning the peas and chicken over and over again, and simply said, "She's bulimic."
Then came disbelief. The revelation was little too much for Xavier who fell off his wheelchair. Everyone else excused themselves and left Remy's soufflé sitting there. I just ate; no point in letting good food go to waste, right?
But Remy was dissatisfied and rapped on the bathroom door: "Jean! You come out of dere! You made everyone run away from meh specialty! And don tell me non, because I did not slave in thet kitchen for non one t' eat what I cooked! COME OUT!!" Then came a voice: "No."
And that was all Remy needed to explode. He came back, took up his plate, said he'd eat in his room. But I stopped him and before he could spit, "WHAT?!" at me, I said, "See, I told you things would become like this. Maybe you should talk to her --"
"Thet's impossible, Rogue," he rasped, nodding to the door.
"Something impossible to Remy? That's something new," I inquired, and he was about to say something else, when we heard an acute wheezing and whirled around. It turned out to be Scott, still on his ivy, dragging himself along. He staggered a bit with some difficulty and I could tell it had been a long time since he had stood up. His face was pale, his arms droopy with no muscle, his hair oily and messed. I guess Remy was a bit appalled himself - Scott was a sure certain sort of sight.
"Wheez--" he started to say which sounded more like 'Jean' and as we stared on, he tripped over his ivy and fell on his face. Taking my eyes from him, I looking at Remy, who gave me a defeated glance. Then he sighed.
"Fine. I'll talk to her."
And that was that. So I guess he persuaded Jean to eat again, since she's back to feeding Scott, and has also vowed never to throw up for Remy convinced her it would hurt him deeply. That and because she's back down to 100 pounds.
At last, it is over. I hope.
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Responses to Reviews:
Klucky: Um, that's hard to answer. I got a list from my geography teacher because we were learning about Australia. But I've also heard you can get some words through a site though I'm not exactly sure about such...
Pyromaniac: Oh please don't do that! I, um, didn't want it to go that far! Burning works of literature are such wastes (on both fire and paper). And about what you thought about Kitty - yes, she is annoying. But her being someone who learns to live with Rogue deserves to be written as well. And Pyro being GAY??? I mean, did people have to go that far??!! Which draws disturbing images in my mind...
Evolutionary Spider: *sweatdrop* Okay, this is where I admit I was a bit lazy and needlessly embarrass myself by apologizing... I fixed it right away, not to mention. Corey was nobody. I meant Cody, yes yes. It was a name I drew blank and thought, yes Corey's his name and put it down, yes. That is my "brilliant" explanation (it would be better if I could actually think of big words, yes yes.) Okay, I'll run away now...
Ishandahalf: Well, I'm like that. I was reading my Latin book and saw Colossus and thought, that's Peter! I can be such a ditz...
Starlightz6: Yes! That part about Jean did its job! It was supposed to make people sad and I was a bit annoyed that it didn't until I saw your review and did a happy dance! (okay, not really. I VALUE my insanity, thank you very much)
Me: Possessive, compulsive, obsessive boyfriend - not the best thing in the world. Because if you ask me, girls should be more complicated than the guy. But that's what I think.
Neurotic Temptress: (see the little note to Evolutionary Spider for Corey/Cody) I don't think Scott would use Rogue again. It would be just too hard, especially since he's got Jean feeding him. Score one for him. But I'll have to see if it'll work - if not, you know why.
Sujakata: Wow. You really want blood o.O Well, again, I'll see if it works... And yes, Peter is cute and sweet and Lance is obsessive and compulsive, and I want THEM to fight! (which they have, but it's not really that official yet)
Carla: I didn't take your review as criticizing the chapter. I understand, because Remy did delay coming to see Rogue, Logan is being a meanie, everybody doesn't care 'bout Rogue. But I'm so glad you're liking the blossoming relationship between Kitty and Peter and I am a bit sad that they didn't stick in the original series. And I'm afraid this chapter was a bit short too, but it's finals week and it's a busy month...(excuses, excuses)
Christy S: I totally agree with you on such a point. Remy is a sickness and Rogue refuses to get well from him. I'm also sorry to see Kitty and Lance's relationship diminish, but there will be some sort of reconciliation later (Peter won't get her that quick!) Isn't it weird though? Remy and Jean weren't meant to be together, but in this story, people are supposed to lean on that direction. I hate it, but doesn't it make the plot a bit spicier? (excuse my lack of big words - finals are killing my brain)
Gaea: The possibilities are endless in this fic - the romance is mixed, the plot is wicked (especially to those who love Romy), the scenes are surprising. To keep readers attached..! But I agree -- John does seem like someone you do fall in love with! See, now you know why I totally disapprove the gay vibe people get from him..
Fuzzy Elf: Thank you for your consecutive reviews! I was wondering about you and thought did you abandon the web or just failed to notice the posts of this story? I'm so glad that you finally have a chance to read it! And thank you for adding this story to your favorite's list! So, by your reviews, I can tell it's getting a bit exciting... hehe! I'm so happy :D Also, I have read those Wayside Books, and I adore them! Books I would definitely recommend! Okay, now I'll officially run away ..
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: Sorry about the delayed update! And I'm also sorry to also mention this... finals are coming up next week and me being the procrastinator I am have yet to study for any of them ~.~; So, just a note that the next chapter will be a bit delayed too. Sorry and Enjoy!
Chapter Ten: Jean's Obesity Issues
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February 1, 2003 2:22 a.m., in my bed
Someone screamed, awakening me. I turned on my light, my eyes squinting from the sudden brightness. Rolling out of bed, I looked around, and upon seeing Kitty still sleeping, got up.
The screamer turned out to be Jean. I found her in the bathroom, actually crying.
"What the -hell-?" I asked, lacing my fingers through my hair. She looked at me, her eyes red.
"Oh, Rogue! It's terrible!" she cried and tried to throw her hands around me, but I pushed her away.
"Just tell me," I said, half-asleep. She pouted and looked in the mirror.
"I actually gained two pounds!!" then she dissolved into a puddle of cries. I really wanted to kick her right then and there, but fought the urge and asked, "How do you know?!"
"Well," she sniffed, wiping away tears, "I weighed myself because, you know, it's always good to weigh yourself after sleeping," I gurgled, annoyed. "and so it turns out I weigh 102 lbs.! You know what that means?"
"You actually gained enough to ride on a roller coaster?" I tried to even out my sarcasm. She moaned, grabbing my shirt.
"No! I'm FAT!!" Okay, that was impossible.
"Are you looking at the right mirror?" I asked, glancing at the reflection in front of us. She still had her cheek bones, her high forehead, green eyes. Not to mention no fat at all.
"No duh, Rogue," she grumbled, and turned soberly to the mirror. Then she started pinching her stomach under her nightshirt.
"See! I'm not supposed to have a stomach, and then all of a sudden, I do!!" I slapped her hands away, miffed.
"EVERYONE has a stomach! What are spazing about?!"
"Gaining two pounds, maybe?" she looked at me, and I could see she was annoyed with me. Remembering I had promised myself to expand my patience span for a resolution, I grinded my teeth and said, "Okay Jean. Tell me what's so wrong about gaining two pounds?"
"Well, I won't be able to fit in my dress, and I won't..." she ran out of excuses and then resorted to screaming once more.
"This is pointless," I muttered, and left her to drown in her despair. Maybe she'll die of such.
But it is proven you cannot die of a broken heart, much less gaining two pounds.
Later, 7:45 a.m.
Jean refuses to eat any breakfast. Xavier is worried.
7:49 a.m.
Found out she won't feed Scott either in fear she'll eat herself. Scott's sad.
9:55 a.m.
Logan talked to Jean and she gave him the whole sob story she gave me. He walked out of her room just as I heard a shrill wail followed by sobs. This is getting a bit annoying.
I mean, TWO pounds!! Is there in any given moment, some sober excuse to get worked up about TWO pounds?! Although, somehow I can understand, considering she's weighed like 100 pounds her whole teen life, so that could put her in the pits.
But THIS is bottom-low. I already can see where this will be going.
11:36 a.m.
Ororo tried to pry Jean from her room. She said that it's useless and that Jean intends to starve herself into this mesh of bones and bare flesh so she can fit into one mangy dress. I predict that she'll become anorexic and die before she even reaches the altar. Coming from me, is that a good thing?
12:34 p.m.
Mr. McCoy cooked lunch outside. Said something about letting the smell float to her window to try and lure her out. This could be drastic.
12:36 p.m.
Nothing. She's going to die in that room of hers. Kitty will sacrifice her life and try to bring her up a hamburger.
12:44 p.m.
We await; anxious. If she won't reappear in five minutes, I'm coming up.
1:15 p.m.
Kitty came down, her face angered. She left the hamburger in Jean's reach and Jean, who's nit-picky, left it outside her door since she didn't want to stain the carpet upon throwing it at Kitty.
Now, Kitty's aggravated.
2:45 p.m.
Everyone is thinking up ways of making Jean eat. She's hasn't come out and it's making the adults nervous, the guys a bit aroused, and the girls miffed. So we're thinking of plowing down the door and forcing her to eat a slab of meat.
This could get crucial.
3:57 p.m.
Bobby tried to get her out, that "brave" soul, as Mr. McCoy joked (he isn't half bad either). He's going to ice the door and kick it down. I'm wanting to see this.
4:12 p.m.
There is certain discussion of which who should get her out? Well, first it was Xavier but she could easily scream his conscience out the door, then it was Logan but he was defiantly scared of her, and then Ororo but she came up with the simple excuse that she had already tried.
So now we're resorting to Roberto. He's not a true charmer, but right now, he'll have to do.
Oh, and have I mentioned Remy is no where to be found?!
6:37 p.m.
Jean screams -a lot-. It seems she could scream and cry and wail all day to everyone's irritation. Well, Bobby iced the door, but when he tried to kick it down, he bounced back, landing himself into the room behind him. From then on, he's been in and out of consciousness, which is pretty funny because Amara and Jubilation can put him next to Scott and put them in iratic positions, take pictures, and hold them for the due of blackmail.
Ororo's mad. She's tired and hungry and is having headaches because she's irritated. Logan blames it on Remy, who still hasn't shown up.
Where can he be when his fiancée is in this time of "distress"?
7:54 p.m.
We gave up. That and because Bobby's iced the door and has therefore forever locked Jean into her room. Amara won't burn the door and Jubilation won't try to explode it.
9:34 p.m.
Xavier called a meeting in the rec room. He said that Jean was undergoing disturbances with intermediate levels of stress and therefore will not be able to join in any activities from then on.
Then Jamie asked the question if she'd come to dinner for his birthday (it's in two days), and Prof. gave us an awkward face and told us to get to bed.
Well, I'm in bed, but the problem is Jean's wailing can be heard a mile away. Seriously, this cannot get any worse.
February 2, 2003 7:35 a.m.
It got worse. Jean came out, it turns out. But not for food.
She's -exercising-.
I'm not sure how she got out, but I think Remy did finally show up and blew up the door. There are burnt marks all over the frame, I've noticed.
Well, how far will Jean go? Running, running, where will she drop down and die... I don't know.
7:34 p.m.
I asked Remy what he thought he was letting his fiancée do, killing herself and all, and do you know what he answered?
"What? I t'ink it's hot."
Good GOD, I'm about to kill myself of all this ignorance.
8:43 p.m.
Jean went to bed tired and hungry. She's not even eating healthy food. Maybe I'll go and ask where she is about now.
8:52 p.m.
I asked, and she almost tried to scream at me, but instead, she fell on her bed and I think passed out.
Well, I'm not the one to gloat or take any blame, so I told Xavier about her condition. He furrowed his brow and told me to go to bed and take well precautions.
February 3, 2003 6:29 p.m. ~Jamie's Birthday
Jean has isolated herself- away from food and people, but mainly food- so nobody could help but forget about Jamie's birthday and sympathize for the girl.
Jamie was angry, to say the least.
"Whay are you people like this?! Don't I at least get a cake?!!" Poor guy. Xavier shut himself up in the study, Logan went somewhere with Ororo (I'm not going to ask), Remy is back at Magneto's, and everyone else just left. Well, anyway, I grabbed his gift and gave it to him.
It was a box that said "Things" on it. He was happier than I had expected and actually skipped away, thanking me.
Weird. I bought it at the dime shop down the street too.
7:12 p.m.
I thought of torturing Jean by bringing up some steak leftovers from a couple nights ago. But when I opened the door, I found her -eating-!!
We looked at each other, and finally, she got up, took the steak and slammed the door.
Well, there goes all those anorexic ideas out of the window.
February 4, 2003 2:22 a.m.
Things have got worse. It's not like I didn't know things would turn this way, but did they have to?!
I woke up at midnight, with the feeling that something wasn't right. Walking down the hallway, I looked inside the bathroom and found Jean -throwing up in the toilet-!!
And the fact that she doesn't drink did rouse some suspicion that she is bulimic.
"Jean!" I screamed her name, holding my nose from the sour stench of vomit. She looked up, her eyes glassy with denseness.
"Oh," she moaned, trying to get up. I grabbed her arm and she got to her feet. "Thanks," she said, and I gave her a hard look. "What?"
"What?! Well, maybe the fact that you have resorted to throwing up now?"
"So?" she had to ask. I rolled my eyes.
"You have moved on from anorexic to bulimia! Does that not bother you?!" She stared at me then turned, flushing the toilet. "C'mon, Jean. You're smarter than this." It was terrible to tell her, especially coming from me, but she needed to hear it. She stood up straight, looked in the mirror, rinsed her mouth, and when she saw me still looking at her, so tossed her hair out of her face and pranced out of the bathroom.
This is SO not good.
4:32 p.m., in the living room
Everyone is happy now that Jean is eating again. They don't know about her bulimic secret. This could get a bit dramatic - more than it already is.
February 5, 2003 7:14 p.m., in my shared room
IT IS OVER.
Or at least Remy said it was.
Jean had refused his fabulous soufflé. THAT was a mistake, because Remy's specialty is soufflé and when someone refuses it, he either gets mad or erratically depressed.
In this case, he got mad.
It was like witnessing Xavier's little pandemonium all over again, except Remy is neither as old or as bald.
We were seated at dinner. Remy had done his little gentleman act by pulling out Jean's chair, etc, etc. That was that, until he announced that he had cooked the dinner and everyone was glad because they knew Remy was a good cook either way. Everyone, that is, except Jean, who darkened her face and clamped her hands to her lap.
"Would you like some, Jeanie?" Remy asked her, putting a spoonful of soufflé inches from her mouth. That was torture. The smell, the look, the taste - how could you be anorexic at a time like this?
But of course, Jean had turned to bulimia and when she saw it, she right away got up from her chair and ran to the downstairs' bathroom. That could only mean she was bulimic to even the look of food - which made Remy a little appalled, and everyone else just plain surprised.
Then, he asked what that was about. I simply played with my fork, turning the peas and chicken over and over again, and simply said, "She's bulimic."
Then came disbelief. The revelation was little too much for Xavier who fell off his wheelchair. Everyone else excused themselves and left Remy's soufflé sitting there. I just ate; no point in letting good food go to waste, right?
But Remy was dissatisfied and rapped on the bathroom door: "Jean! You come out of dere! You made everyone run away from meh specialty! And don tell me non, because I did not slave in thet kitchen for non one t' eat what I cooked! COME OUT!!" Then came a voice: "No."
And that was all Remy needed to explode. He came back, took up his plate, said he'd eat in his room. But I stopped him and before he could spit, "WHAT?!" at me, I said, "See, I told you things would become like this. Maybe you should talk to her --"
"Thet's impossible, Rogue," he rasped, nodding to the door.
"Something impossible to Remy? That's something new," I inquired, and he was about to say something else, when we heard an acute wheezing and whirled around. It turned out to be Scott, still on his ivy, dragging himself along. He staggered a bit with some difficulty and I could tell it had been a long time since he had stood up. His face was pale, his arms droopy with no muscle, his hair oily and messed. I guess Remy was a bit appalled himself - Scott was a sure certain sort of sight.
"Wheez--" he started to say which sounded more like 'Jean' and as we stared on, he tripped over his ivy and fell on his face. Taking my eyes from him, I looking at Remy, who gave me a defeated glance. Then he sighed.
"Fine. I'll talk to her."
And that was that. So I guess he persuaded Jean to eat again, since she's back to feeding Scott, and has also vowed never to throw up for Remy convinced her it would hurt him deeply. That and because she's back down to 100 pounds.
At last, it is over. I hope.
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Responses to Reviews:
Klucky: Um, that's hard to answer. I got a list from my geography teacher because we were learning about Australia. But I've also heard you can get some words through a site though I'm not exactly sure about such...
Pyromaniac: Oh please don't do that! I, um, didn't want it to go that far! Burning works of literature are such wastes (on both fire and paper). And about what you thought about Kitty - yes, she is annoying. But her being someone who learns to live with Rogue deserves to be written as well. And Pyro being GAY??? I mean, did people have to go that far??!! Which draws disturbing images in my mind...
Evolutionary Spider: *sweatdrop* Okay, this is where I admit I was a bit lazy and needlessly embarrass myself by apologizing... I fixed it right away, not to mention. Corey was nobody. I meant Cody, yes yes. It was a name I drew blank and thought, yes Corey's his name and put it down, yes. That is my "brilliant" explanation (it would be better if I could actually think of big words, yes yes.) Okay, I'll run away now...
Ishandahalf: Well, I'm like that. I was reading my Latin book and saw Colossus and thought, that's Peter! I can be such a ditz...
Starlightz6: Yes! That part about Jean did its job! It was supposed to make people sad and I was a bit annoyed that it didn't until I saw your review and did a happy dance! (okay, not really. I VALUE my insanity, thank you very much)
Me: Possessive, compulsive, obsessive boyfriend - not the best thing in the world. Because if you ask me, girls should be more complicated than the guy. But that's what I think.
Neurotic Temptress: (see the little note to Evolutionary Spider for Corey/Cody) I don't think Scott would use Rogue again. It would be just too hard, especially since he's got Jean feeding him. Score one for him. But I'll have to see if it'll work - if not, you know why.
Sujakata: Wow. You really want blood o.O Well, again, I'll see if it works... And yes, Peter is cute and sweet and Lance is obsessive and compulsive, and I want THEM to fight! (which they have, but it's not really that official yet)
Carla: I didn't take your review as criticizing the chapter. I understand, because Remy did delay coming to see Rogue, Logan is being a meanie, everybody doesn't care 'bout Rogue. But I'm so glad you're liking the blossoming relationship between Kitty and Peter and I am a bit sad that they didn't stick in the original series. And I'm afraid this chapter was a bit short too, but it's finals week and it's a busy month...(excuses, excuses)
Christy S: I totally agree with you on such a point. Remy is a sickness and Rogue refuses to get well from him. I'm also sorry to see Kitty and Lance's relationship diminish, but there will be some sort of reconciliation later (Peter won't get her that quick!) Isn't it weird though? Remy and Jean weren't meant to be together, but in this story, people are supposed to lean on that direction. I hate it, but doesn't it make the plot a bit spicier? (excuse my lack of big words - finals are killing my brain)
Gaea: The possibilities are endless in this fic - the romance is mixed, the plot is wicked (especially to those who love Romy), the scenes are surprising. To keep readers attached..! But I agree -- John does seem like someone you do fall in love with! See, now you know why I totally disapprove the gay vibe people get from him..
Fuzzy Elf: Thank you for your consecutive reviews! I was wondering about you and thought did you abandon the web or just failed to notice the posts of this story? I'm so glad that you finally have a chance to read it! And thank you for adding this story to your favorite's list! So, by your reviews, I can tell it's getting a bit exciting... hehe! I'm so happy :D Also, I have read those Wayside Books, and I adore them! Books I would definitely recommend! Okay, now I'll officially run away ..