Snow in April: A Wedding Story
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG- PG-13 Depending if there be language
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men characters and Bayville places Evo focuses on in its show. Everything else belongs to me.
Author's Notes: Since many have asked (okay, I haven't counted, but I'm getting requests), this chapter is thoroughly devoted to Kitty, Peter, and Lance. And you know what that means - so let the good times roll!
Chapter Twelve: The Cat, her Rocker, & the Giant
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February 16, 2003 6:36 p.m.
Remy is still on the patch. Jean's keeping him on it. He also is attending classes for swimming, pooling, weight training at the Y. AND is attending rehab classes. Jean cleaned out his stash of cigarettes, in his pockets, closet, drawers, etc. and she even found some bourbon under his bed. Remy was out in the Y all day, so she had all day to clean this, throw that.
I don't think Remy will be too pleased with what Jean's done.
Later
I was right. Remy was shouting at the top of his lungs when he found out - and now he's gone into some kind of manic depression and won't let Jean in his room again.
Serves her right.
February 17, 2003 4:22 p.m. ~ hiding behind Kitty's bed, in my shared room
Okay. Why does everything bad have to happen to me?? I mean, why won't God just turn around and do something bad to Jean for once instead of me?! I'm sitting in my room, bored out of my mind (it being Monday and nothing to do), and suddenly the phone rings. I pounce, hoping it was nobody really, and answered, "Hello?"
"Hi." Quiet tone. I paused, registering the voice in my head. It couldn't be a guy, so it must of been.... "It's Ritzy."
"Oh," I forced. My gut was churning inside of me; I was feeling delirious. Sitting down on Kitty's bed, I pouted.
"How...are you?" she continued. My voice was mute; I could barely speak.
"Fine."
"Really?"
"No." I couldn't see her, but I knew she was smiling.
"Sounds just like you, Rogue." Silence.
"What are calling me for?" I finally asked.
"I was just...well I... I guess I wanted to see how you were doing."
"Is that all?"
"Well..."
"Well...?" I was growing impatient. Another pause.
"Um... I... well, wanted to tell you I was sorry for deserting you like that..."
"Okay..." I said, grinding my jaw. "Is that all?"
"No..."
"Hurry up. I have to meet someone..." It was a lie, and she knew it.
"Who?"
"It doesn't concern you, Ritzy. Speak or call me later."
"All right." All right?!! What is THAT supposed to mean??
"Fine," I said, hanging up. Knowing she'd call back, I quickly dialed John's number. The phone rung once, twice...
"Hello?" Miffed. It wasn't John.
"Um...Magneto?" I heard someone huff on the other side like he didn't want to be exposed.
"Yeah? How do you know me? And if this is another telemarketer..."
"Naw, it's not. It's Rogue." Pause.
"The...X-Men?"
"X-Man, and can I speak to John?"
"He's not here."
"Why not?"
"He went somewhere."
"Well, then, can I speak to Peter?"
"Who's Peter?" And the acolytes call him their 'Lord'.
"The other acolyte, did you forget?"
"...no..." Then the phone was handed over, and after that came a familiar voice.
"'Elo?" Peter. I smiled to myself, playing with the cord.
"Hi, Petey. You wanna come over to see a movie?"
Silence. "What movie?"
"I don't know. Some chick flick."
"At your place?"
"Wherever."
"I don't know if I can..."
"I'll invite Koshka." He couldn't turn down that.
He didn't. "What time?"
"Right now. I'll throw in some popcorn." Then hung up. I have to go if I want to catch Kitty and Peter and some movie.
Oh, I can't wait. For once, I'm doing something on a Monday.
Later
It was hard to get Kitty to see a movie. She whined like a school girl that she had cooking class and that she had no time. I told her to take the fast lane for once in her life and ditch the class. It took some work, but she finally sat down with me on the couch, waiting for Peter. When the popcorn was ready, there came a knock on the door. It wasn't deliberate or anything, just a bit surprising. I rushed over to the door as Kitty opened the microwave for the ready popcorn. But there was no Peter at the door who stood waiting.
It was Lance.
"Alvers," I said, in a low voice. He rose his eyebrows, unknowing.
"Hi, Rogue," he said, dauntingly. "Is Kitty here?"
"She's not in the mood to talk to you."
"Well, why not?"
"That's a real smart question. Why don't you answer it yourself?"
"Can't I just see her?"
"And risk her getting hit again? I rather say no." Lance's eyes fell to the floor. His ears went red; he was uncomfortable.
"I didn't mean no malice," he admitted, like a dunce. I leaned on the door frame, and suddenly spotted Peter up the walk.
Uh oh.
"Um, why don't I meet you somewhere so we could talk about this when Kitty's not around?" He lifted his head, his face brightening.
"Really?"
"Yeah -- how 'bout tomorrow? I'll, um, meet you outside Bayville High after school, 'kay?" I could see he wanted to smile, but kept his jaw clenched.
"Sure. Bye Rogue." Then he turned, saw Peter, and glanced at me sharply.
"Go. I invited him to see a movie with me," I explained, and sent Lance on his way. Peter passed him, his face stony. He was wearing his zipper jacket and carried a box of chocolates. He met my eyes; smiled. I couldn't help but smirk back, hoping Lance didn't get any weak signals coming his way.
"'Elo, Rogue," Peter said, handing me the chocolates. He followed me in, and I sat him next to me before popping in "Mr. Deeds" in the DVD player. Kitty came in with popcorn and greeted Peter warmly.
"Petey brought chocolate." I told her. Kitty's smile widened, taking the box.
"Oh, Delacare! How'd you know they were my favorite?" she asked.
"We're sharing, remember that," I sniggered at her. She shrugged and ripped open the box.
"Thanks," she reinstated, and sat next to Peter for the sake of the moment. "So, Petey," she said, handing me the box, "how's Magneto?"
"Trying to come up with another plan to take over the world," Peter said, truthfully. Kitty smiled, popping the chocolate into her mouth.
"Peter has a marble collection," I prepped, trying not to be thrown into the background. Peter gave me a face that said, why did you say THAT? Kitty laughed.
"Are you serious?? What kind of marbles do you have?" she asked, and I wondered if it were to spike a conversation. Peter looked bewildered as he told her.
"I don't know. Glass marbles, I guess."
"Well, for one, I have a rock collection -- you've seen it right Rogue?" I looked at her with confusion.
"Sorry, no..."
"That's a surprise, given what you haven't, like, seen in our room. Well, I'm a big fan of rocks, believe it or not. Lance..." she trailed off, thinking. I knew her thoughts, and asked if anyone wanted soda to change the subject. When I came back with their drinks, I found Kitty had finished the chocolates and Peter actually laughing! It was outrageous, to the tell the truth.
During the movie, I saw Peter's eyes focus on something so very familiar to him - the necklace. Kitty hadn't taken it off since her fight with Lance, and Peter couldn't help but talk about it.
"That's a really nice necklace, Kitty," she giggled when he said her name, thick in his accent.
"Thanks, Petey. I think John gave it to me, like, I'm not sure." I knew Petey wanted so bad to tell her it was from him, but he held his tongue - very impressively, I should add.
"Oh. Its look is nice on you."
"Thanks," Kitty said again.
The movie, I should say, ended too early. Or Peter had to go too early. Either way, Kitty was upset, to say any more.
"You will come, like, over again, right, Petey?" she asked, as we walked him to the foyer. I opened the door and noticed the wind was really blowing something drastic. I smirked, distracting myself and focusing on Peter. He couldn't rip his own eyes from Kitty who was playing with the necklace around her neck.
"Of course, Katja," he said, and I raised my eyebrows at the new name. Kissing both our hands (with Kitty giggling like a petty fool) Peter went on his way and finally disappeared from our sight. Turning to Kitty, I asked what that was all about. She shrugged, and said he was my friend. Then, she skipped out of the room, smiling.
Score one for the giant.
February 18, 2003 4:14 p.m., in my shared room
Lance met me outside as I was heading to hitch a ride with Remy. He caught me by the arm and pulled me behind a tree, making me face his unmasked impudence. I had forgotten all about our little meeting; I was caught off guard.
"Lance--?" his face turned sincere before I could go on.
"Hey Rogue." He slowly let go of my arm and stood, shaking. "I'm ready for whatever you are gonna throw at me."
"What-- oh," I said, suddenly realizing he was talking about Kitty. Still shaking, he gave me a crumpled smile.
"So how was the movie?" Great. I avoided his eyes at any case.
"Good. So what would you like to know?"
"Um, how is Kitty doing?" a reasonable question.
"She's..healing," I replied, flatly. He dropped his eyes to the ground, hurt. "And how are you?" I asked, mock rising in my voice.
"Empty," he replied, truthfully. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy, understanding he didn't mean anything on that night of their last date. "I'm...very empty."
"I got the point," I rasped, hoping he'd get the gist I didn't want anyone wanting me to give pity. He noticed; shut his mouth.
"Look, I have to get back to the House but I wanted you to give her this." He searched through his pocket; pulled out a note and shoved it into my hand.
"I don't know..." I said slowly, and saw hurt rise in his eyes.
"I don't care if you read it. Just as long as Kitty gets it." Then he walked away. I didn't have anymore to say and now am debating whether to read it or not.
Two minutes later
Finally decided to open it. It read:
Kitty:
If anything, please hear me out. I don't want to sound crappy or delusional, but I'm sorry. That's about it. I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry for being jealous, for not believing you about the necklace, about John... I miss you. There isn't an hour that goes by that I don't strum my guitar and your name pops into my mind. I'm going crazy, just writing this letter. Forgive me, please -- I can't bear to see you hurt because of me.
Please,
Lance
Oh. That's um, nice. I mean, I wouldn't forgive him - no. If he had the audacity to hit me, let alone hurt me, I wouldn't forgive him. But he ain't my boyfriend. I should get this to Kitty A.S.A.P.
I wonder what she'll say.
Later, 6: 15 p.m.
Kitty actually -laughed-. She read it and I thought she was going to cry and lock herself in the bathroom or something, but then she handed it back to me and laughed! I asked what she thought was so funny, and she stood back and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"He expects too much. And frankly, I, like, can't take anymore of it. This," she pointed to the letter in my hand, "proves everything. You can tell him to take it back and, like, stick it up his..."
Before she could finish though, the phone rang.
It was Ritzy.
"Rogue." That quiet voice again. For the second time this week, I felt my stomach churn.
"What is it -now-, Ritzy," I asked, exasperated. She noticed; lowered her voice.
"Please, just listen to what I have to say right now." I huffed; curled my tongue.
"Make it quick --"
"Don't worry, I can." Silence. I rolled my eyes to myself knowing that even though we weren't face to face Ritzy could see my expressions. She wavered a bit as she spoke. "I didn't mean to leave you out there, in Vale Barrens I mean. I was being a jerk, that's all. I was so angry, angry that you didn't tell me that I couldn't...my brain.. it just..."
"B*tch," I said, lowly. She stopped talking, obviously shocked.
"What?"
"B*tch. You weren't a jerk, you were a -b*tch-."
"Oh." Thick pause. "Okay, b*tch then. I was a b*tch."
"Good, you admit it." I suddeny felt myself satisfied; elated. Ritzy again was surprised.
"Is that all you wanted?" Again, she knew my feelings. I smirked to myself; she saw that too.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, yes."
"Well, then, I don't have to tell you anything, my explanation?"
"I know your explanation." It was the truth; I knew her as well as she knew me.
"Okay, then. So you want to catch the Late Flicks tomorrow? I mean, like old times..."
"I know, old times." I paused, contemplating on my sheer streak of dejection. "I'll see you tomorrow then." Then I hung up. It was all glorious.
Now that I think about it, I should've never forgiven her. But again, blame it on my renitence.
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Responses to Reviews:
Randirogue: I'm glad you made yourself read this - and enjoy it as well! And about your questions - they might take a few (or a lot) of chapters to answer, and for that, I do hope you can follow as it does. Thank you for also putting me on your favorites' list!
Evolutionary Spider: Lame attempt? Is it lame if I laughed? (of course not) Aren't I just dastardly, making John be evil&good? Also, you aren't the only one wondering who trashed Rogue's Roses! Me for one...
Evilbon32: Hehe. Although I like the request, I'm not exactly violence personified...but then again...it is..Jean...
Lady MR: Ack! You read my mind for the next book! How can I ever keep anything a secret with people reading my mind over the internet! (laughs nervously) And I'm sorry that John makes you depressed. Again, how dastardly I am...
Lilsweetcherryblossom: To tell you the truth, I'm not sure about how many chapters - but expect A LOT since Three Months is a long time...
Klucky: Then you'll be looking forward to it being in March? Because that's where I was thinking of Remy meeting the Greys...
Fuzzy Elf: Well, you know, love can do crazy things to people (can we say BUT IS IT REALLY LOVE??!) Hope you'll keep reading to find out if it really is!
Flyby Stardancer: Well, you can never expect much from people these days - I mean, teachers are hired without degrees, surgeons leave surgery instruments in their patients, etc. "Remy blew up the Rehab Center"? That's a classic!
Starlightz6: Aw, I'm sorry you don't like John. I mean, I don't blame you, being that he's trying to get Remy off Rogue's mind. And the roses, well, all I can say is that jealousy can move anybody. Just have to find out who...
Sujakata: Oh! Doesn't everyone want to hope?! ~_^ Keep reading and find out!
Samman: I'm glad you caught subtle hints that create allusions (from story to real life). Just trying to make the story interesting - I also like to play with Rogue's character and Remy's and Jean's... for the sake of my sanity and thist story's.
Pyromaniac: Hey, can't stop you from liking John slash, it's only my opinion *smiles*. Poor Rogue... John's interfering with her heart - wonder if Remy'll stop him...
IshandaHalf: No matter. Remy is a butt, I totally agree. And remember, answers will come [eventually] so be vigilant! And I threw in AJ for the sake of rehab. Couldn't think of anyone else famous.. *big grin*
Gaea: Jealous of John...or jealous of Rogue? Just a thought... keep you thinking...
By: Ariesque
Genre: Humor/Drama
Ratings: PG- PG-13 Depending if there be language
Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men characters and Bayville places Evo focuses on in its show. Everything else belongs to me.
Author's Notes: Since many have asked (okay, I haven't counted, but I'm getting requests), this chapter is thoroughly devoted to Kitty, Peter, and Lance. And you know what that means - so let the good times roll!
Chapter Twelve: The Cat, her Rocker, & the Giant
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
February 16, 2003 6:36 p.m.
Remy is still on the patch. Jean's keeping him on it. He also is attending classes for swimming, pooling, weight training at the Y. AND is attending rehab classes. Jean cleaned out his stash of cigarettes, in his pockets, closet, drawers, etc. and she even found some bourbon under his bed. Remy was out in the Y all day, so she had all day to clean this, throw that.
I don't think Remy will be too pleased with what Jean's done.
Later
I was right. Remy was shouting at the top of his lungs when he found out - and now he's gone into some kind of manic depression and won't let Jean in his room again.
Serves her right.
February 17, 2003 4:22 p.m. ~ hiding behind Kitty's bed, in my shared room
Okay. Why does everything bad have to happen to me?? I mean, why won't God just turn around and do something bad to Jean for once instead of me?! I'm sitting in my room, bored out of my mind (it being Monday and nothing to do), and suddenly the phone rings. I pounce, hoping it was nobody really, and answered, "Hello?"
"Hi." Quiet tone. I paused, registering the voice in my head. It couldn't be a guy, so it must of been.... "It's Ritzy."
"Oh," I forced. My gut was churning inside of me; I was feeling delirious. Sitting down on Kitty's bed, I pouted.
"How...are you?" she continued. My voice was mute; I could barely speak.
"Fine."
"Really?"
"No." I couldn't see her, but I knew she was smiling.
"Sounds just like you, Rogue." Silence.
"What are calling me for?" I finally asked.
"I was just...well I... I guess I wanted to see how you were doing."
"Is that all?"
"Well..."
"Well...?" I was growing impatient. Another pause.
"Um... I... well, wanted to tell you I was sorry for deserting you like that..."
"Okay..." I said, grinding my jaw. "Is that all?"
"No..."
"Hurry up. I have to meet someone..." It was a lie, and she knew it.
"Who?"
"It doesn't concern you, Ritzy. Speak or call me later."
"All right." All right?!! What is THAT supposed to mean??
"Fine," I said, hanging up. Knowing she'd call back, I quickly dialed John's number. The phone rung once, twice...
"Hello?" Miffed. It wasn't John.
"Um...Magneto?" I heard someone huff on the other side like he didn't want to be exposed.
"Yeah? How do you know me? And if this is another telemarketer..."
"Naw, it's not. It's Rogue." Pause.
"The...X-Men?"
"X-Man, and can I speak to John?"
"He's not here."
"Why not?"
"He went somewhere."
"Well, then, can I speak to Peter?"
"Who's Peter?" And the acolytes call him their 'Lord'.
"The other acolyte, did you forget?"
"...no..." Then the phone was handed over, and after that came a familiar voice.
"'Elo?" Peter. I smiled to myself, playing with the cord.
"Hi, Petey. You wanna come over to see a movie?"
Silence. "What movie?"
"I don't know. Some chick flick."
"At your place?"
"Wherever."
"I don't know if I can..."
"I'll invite Koshka." He couldn't turn down that.
He didn't. "What time?"
"Right now. I'll throw in some popcorn." Then hung up. I have to go if I want to catch Kitty and Peter and some movie.
Oh, I can't wait. For once, I'm doing something on a Monday.
Later
It was hard to get Kitty to see a movie. She whined like a school girl that she had cooking class and that she had no time. I told her to take the fast lane for once in her life and ditch the class. It took some work, but she finally sat down with me on the couch, waiting for Peter. When the popcorn was ready, there came a knock on the door. It wasn't deliberate or anything, just a bit surprising. I rushed over to the door as Kitty opened the microwave for the ready popcorn. But there was no Peter at the door who stood waiting.
It was Lance.
"Alvers," I said, in a low voice. He rose his eyebrows, unknowing.
"Hi, Rogue," he said, dauntingly. "Is Kitty here?"
"She's not in the mood to talk to you."
"Well, why not?"
"That's a real smart question. Why don't you answer it yourself?"
"Can't I just see her?"
"And risk her getting hit again? I rather say no." Lance's eyes fell to the floor. His ears went red; he was uncomfortable.
"I didn't mean no malice," he admitted, like a dunce. I leaned on the door frame, and suddenly spotted Peter up the walk.
Uh oh.
"Um, why don't I meet you somewhere so we could talk about this when Kitty's not around?" He lifted his head, his face brightening.
"Really?"
"Yeah -- how 'bout tomorrow? I'll, um, meet you outside Bayville High after school, 'kay?" I could see he wanted to smile, but kept his jaw clenched.
"Sure. Bye Rogue." Then he turned, saw Peter, and glanced at me sharply.
"Go. I invited him to see a movie with me," I explained, and sent Lance on his way. Peter passed him, his face stony. He was wearing his zipper jacket and carried a box of chocolates. He met my eyes; smiled. I couldn't help but smirk back, hoping Lance didn't get any weak signals coming his way.
"'Elo, Rogue," Peter said, handing me the chocolates. He followed me in, and I sat him next to me before popping in "Mr. Deeds" in the DVD player. Kitty came in with popcorn and greeted Peter warmly.
"Petey brought chocolate." I told her. Kitty's smile widened, taking the box.
"Oh, Delacare! How'd you know they were my favorite?" she asked.
"We're sharing, remember that," I sniggered at her. She shrugged and ripped open the box.
"Thanks," she reinstated, and sat next to Peter for the sake of the moment. "So, Petey," she said, handing me the box, "how's Magneto?"
"Trying to come up with another plan to take over the world," Peter said, truthfully. Kitty smiled, popping the chocolate into her mouth.
"Peter has a marble collection," I prepped, trying not to be thrown into the background. Peter gave me a face that said, why did you say THAT? Kitty laughed.
"Are you serious?? What kind of marbles do you have?" she asked, and I wondered if it were to spike a conversation. Peter looked bewildered as he told her.
"I don't know. Glass marbles, I guess."
"Well, for one, I have a rock collection -- you've seen it right Rogue?" I looked at her with confusion.
"Sorry, no..."
"That's a surprise, given what you haven't, like, seen in our room. Well, I'm a big fan of rocks, believe it or not. Lance..." she trailed off, thinking. I knew her thoughts, and asked if anyone wanted soda to change the subject. When I came back with their drinks, I found Kitty had finished the chocolates and Peter actually laughing! It was outrageous, to the tell the truth.
During the movie, I saw Peter's eyes focus on something so very familiar to him - the necklace. Kitty hadn't taken it off since her fight with Lance, and Peter couldn't help but talk about it.
"That's a really nice necklace, Kitty," she giggled when he said her name, thick in his accent.
"Thanks, Petey. I think John gave it to me, like, I'm not sure." I knew Petey wanted so bad to tell her it was from him, but he held his tongue - very impressively, I should add.
"Oh. Its look is nice on you."
"Thanks," Kitty said again.
The movie, I should say, ended too early. Or Peter had to go too early. Either way, Kitty was upset, to say any more.
"You will come, like, over again, right, Petey?" she asked, as we walked him to the foyer. I opened the door and noticed the wind was really blowing something drastic. I smirked, distracting myself and focusing on Peter. He couldn't rip his own eyes from Kitty who was playing with the necklace around her neck.
"Of course, Katja," he said, and I raised my eyebrows at the new name. Kissing both our hands (with Kitty giggling like a petty fool) Peter went on his way and finally disappeared from our sight. Turning to Kitty, I asked what that was all about. She shrugged, and said he was my friend. Then, she skipped out of the room, smiling.
Score one for the giant.
February 18, 2003 4:14 p.m., in my shared room
Lance met me outside as I was heading to hitch a ride with Remy. He caught me by the arm and pulled me behind a tree, making me face his unmasked impudence. I had forgotten all about our little meeting; I was caught off guard.
"Lance--?" his face turned sincere before I could go on.
"Hey Rogue." He slowly let go of my arm and stood, shaking. "I'm ready for whatever you are gonna throw at me."
"What-- oh," I said, suddenly realizing he was talking about Kitty. Still shaking, he gave me a crumpled smile.
"So how was the movie?" Great. I avoided his eyes at any case.
"Good. So what would you like to know?"
"Um, how is Kitty doing?" a reasonable question.
"She's..healing," I replied, flatly. He dropped his eyes to the ground, hurt. "And how are you?" I asked, mock rising in my voice.
"Empty," he replied, truthfully. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the guy, understanding he didn't mean anything on that night of their last date. "I'm...very empty."
"I got the point," I rasped, hoping he'd get the gist I didn't want anyone wanting me to give pity. He noticed; shut his mouth.
"Look, I have to get back to the House but I wanted you to give her this." He searched through his pocket; pulled out a note and shoved it into my hand.
"I don't know..." I said slowly, and saw hurt rise in his eyes.
"I don't care if you read it. Just as long as Kitty gets it." Then he walked away. I didn't have anymore to say and now am debating whether to read it or not.
Two minutes later
Finally decided to open it. It read:
Kitty:
If anything, please hear me out. I don't want to sound crappy or delusional, but I'm sorry. That's about it. I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry for being jealous, for not believing you about the necklace, about John... I miss you. There isn't an hour that goes by that I don't strum my guitar and your name pops into my mind. I'm going crazy, just writing this letter. Forgive me, please -- I can't bear to see you hurt because of me.
Please,
Lance
Oh. That's um, nice. I mean, I wouldn't forgive him - no. If he had the audacity to hit me, let alone hurt me, I wouldn't forgive him. But he ain't my boyfriend. I should get this to Kitty A.S.A.P.
I wonder what she'll say.
Later, 6: 15 p.m.
Kitty actually -laughed-. She read it and I thought she was going to cry and lock herself in the bathroom or something, but then she handed it back to me and laughed! I asked what she thought was so funny, and she stood back and wiped the tears from her eyes.
"He expects too much. And frankly, I, like, can't take anymore of it. This," she pointed to the letter in my hand, "proves everything. You can tell him to take it back and, like, stick it up his..."
Before she could finish though, the phone rang.
It was Ritzy.
"Rogue." That quiet voice again. For the second time this week, I felt my stomach churn.
"What is it -now-, Ritzy," I asked, exasperated. She noticed; lowered her voice.
"Please, just listen to what I have to say right now." I huffed; curled my tongue.
"Make it quick --"
"Don't worry, I can." Silence. I rolled my eyes to myself knowing that even though we weren't face to face Ritzy could see my expressions. She wavered a bit as she spoke. "I didn't mean to leave you out there, in Vale Barrens I mean. I was being a jerk, that's all. I was so angry, angry that you didn't tell me that I couldn't...my brain.. it just..."
"B*tch," I said, lowly. She stopped talking, obviously shocked.
"What?"
"B*tch. You weren't a jerk, you were a -b*tch-."
"Oh." Thick pause. "Okay, b*tch then. I was a b*tch."
"Good, you admit it." I suddeny felt myself satisfied; elated. Ritzy again was surprised.
"Is that all you wanted?" Again, she knew my feelings. I smirked to myself; she saw that too.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, yes."
"Well, then, I don't have to tell you anything, my explanation?"
"I know your explanation." It was the truth; I knew her as well as she knew me.
"Okay, then. So you want to catch the Late Flicks tomorrow? I mean, like old times..."
"I know, old times." I paused, contemplating on my sheer streak of dejection. "I'll see you tomorrow then." Then I hung up. It was all glorious.
Now that I think about it, I should've never forgiven her. But again, blame it on my renitence.
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Responses to Reviews:
Randirogue: I'm glad you made yourself read this - and enjoy it as well! And about your questions - they might take a few (or a lot) of chapters to answer, and for that, I do hope you can follow as it does. Thank you for also putting me on your favorites' list!
Evolutionary Spider: Lame attempt? Is it lame if I laughed? (of course not) Aren't I just dastardly, making John be evil&good? Also, you aren't the only one wondering who trashed Rogue's Roses! Me for one...
Evilbon32: Hehe. Although I like the request, I'm not exactly violence personified...but then again...it is..Jean...
Lady MR: Ack! You read my mind for the next book! How can I ever keep anything a secret with people reading my mind over the internet! (laughs nervously) And I'm sorry that John makes you depressed. Again, how dastardly I am...
Lilsweetcherryblossom: To tell you the truth, I'm not sure about how many chapters - but expect A LOT since Three Months is a long time...
Klucky: Then you'll be looking forward to it being in March? Because that's where I was thinking of Remy meeting the Greys...
Fuzzy Elf: Well, you know, love can do crazy things to people (can we say BUT IS IT REALLY LOVE??!) Hope you'll keep reading to find out if it really is!
Flyby Stardancer: Well, you can never expect much from people these days - I mean, teachers are hired without degrees, surgeons leave surgery instruments in their patients, etc. "Remy blew up the Rehab Center"? That's a classic!
Starlightz6: Aw, I'm sorry you don't like John. I mean, I don't blame you, being that he's trying to get Remy off Rogue's mind. And the roses, well, all I can say is that jealousy can move anybody. Just have to find out who...
Sujakata: Oh! Doesn't everyone want to hope?! ~_^ Keep reading and find out!
Samman: I'm glad you caught subtle hints that create allusions (from story to real life). Just trying to make the story interesting - I also like to play with Rogue's character and Remy's and Jean's... for the sake of my sanity and thist story's.
Pyromaniac: Hey, can't stop you from liking John slash, it's only my opinion *smiles*. Poor Rogue... John's interfering with her heart - wonder if Remy'll stop him...
IshandaHalf: No matter. Remy is a butt, I totally agree. And remember, answers will come [eventually] so be vigilant! And I threw in AJ for the sake of rehab. Couldn't think of anyone else famous.. *big grin*
Gaea: Jealous of John...or jealous of Rogue? Just a thought... keep you thinking...