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.
Chapter Sixteen: They slowly turn against Me
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February 24, 2003 6:57 p.m.
Kitty got back together with Lance.
I don't think anyone's any more confused than me. Lance is certainly happy. And Peter I haven't talked to, but I'm sure he's devestated. But it was bound to happen, right? They were destined to stay together, right?
But I have to ask: did Kitty break Peter's heart? She won't tell me anything. Gosh, I miss one day at the manor and no one will even fill me in, not one single detail.
My life is complicated.
February 25, 2003 3:34 p.m.
Today, I called Magneto's place about fifty times to check up on Peter. When I finally got the idea it was doing no good, I took my coat off the rack and drove up to Magneto's Dome. Upon knocking on the steel door, I heard sad music drone through the building, and I immediately knew it was Peter. So I knocked harder.
John came out, closing the door behind him.
"Sheila," he muttered under his breath, and I tried going past him. He blocked the door with his body. "I don't think it's a good time..."
"What happened? Is Peter okay?" John stood, his breath breaking the air. I suddenly understood. "You've heard." John nodded obscurely.
"He purchased a harmonica and has been playing it all day. Magneto is going mad. Twice I've threathened to burn it, but Peter drove me away." He shook his head.
"I can't see him?" I asked, obviously not faltering. John smiled sadly.
"Peter is a bit depressed. Bad past -- I mean, we all do, right? Believe me, Sheila, he ain't in no talkin' mood." I wasn't convinced.
"Have you tried clicking him out of his..er..depression?"
"Too many times, love."
"What about chicken soup? That always helps. Or what about scented candles? Soothing oil? Calming music?"
"Dat's all fer stress, love. Besides, I've seen Peter like this before. He'll snap out of it when he's ready." Then John put a hand on my shoulder and moved me away from the dome. "Go home, love. I'll send for you when he's ready to talk." Then he brushed his fingers against my cheek and was gone.
Of course. I'm waiting by the phone now, hoping he'd call.
Oh please let it be soon.
February 26, 2003 2:15 p.m., P.E.
I skipped sixth period to go visit Peter. Detention or not, I couldn't wait any longer.
I carried up a canister of chicken soup I had the cafeteria lady cook for me during lunch (saying it was Kelly's orders and doctor prescribed), hoping that Peter'd be there. Turns out he was - answering the door and everything.
He was sadder than I ever imagined him being.
"Peter?" I asked, not sure, even for myself, if it was the beloved giant I had grown to get along with. He sighed deeply; smiled sadly.
"Rogue." He looked down as I brought up the canister.
"Here, I brought this for you," I said, proudly. He looked at it, then at me, then thanked me, taking it. Then he was gone. I mean, I knew he was going to take it, but he didn't even LET ME IN.
Dern, he's as confidential as Kitty.
So then I hauled my butt all the way back to school, got my detention, and went to seventh period.
I should get back to sprinting. Coach doesn't want slackers, and I can't afford an F.
February 27, 2003 9:13 p.m.
At six o' clock, I decided that I shouldn't delay on at least finding out what happened, so I knocked on Kurt's door. He always knew things anyway. Of course, I haven't seen him lately because he's been seeing Amanda more often, which I try to understand, and am doing quite well at it too.
As Kurt opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Rogue!" he said, with a smile. "Can I get zu something?"
I smirked smartly. "Naw, Kurt. I just need to know what's going on."
"Oh, you mean about Kitty and Lance? They got back together, isn't great?"
"Yeah, hmm. I heard -that- much." Kurt's ears kind of drooped as he saw where this conversation was going.
"Oh, zu want to know about Piotr."
"That, if you could." Kurt bit his lip.
"It wasn't zat great. I was up it ze staircase, but I heard everything." Like you usually do, I thought to myself, listening. "I zaw her hang up the phone and turn to Piotr. Zaid quickly that ju told her that it wouldn't be proper if she didn't go out with Piotr." I dropped my jaw.
"ME? But I supported them!!" I howled, clenching my fists. Kurt immediately held his hands up, defensively.
"Hey, don't take it out on me! I'm just telling ju zis ztuff. Anyway, Peter just nods and leaves. Nothing else. He didn't even cuss. Poor guy."
I thanked Kurt and walked briskly away.
What am I to do?? Now I know why Peter didn't want to talk to me! Oh, what am I to do??
February 28, 2003 7:11 p.m.
I_am_screwed. You think if at anything at all, I'd be able to control myself.
But I just couldn't.
My anger is an impulse. I react if I cannot restrain myself. And as amazing as it sounds, I couldn't. I have been for about two months now, and I was doing quite well too. But then, I just snapped after I saw Peter standing outside Magneto's dome, looking sober.
I was up there again, trying to explain my position. I figured that if I could, perhaps, despite myself, try and straighten things out, maybe he wouldn't be so much as mad at me.
He was the first to see me, of course, and almost instantly did his eyes meet mine, did he look away and turn sullen. I approached, none the less, sparing the moment, lest myself.
"Peter," I said. He shifted; turned away from me.
"Piotr," he said, hastily. Then after thinking: "Please." I uncrossed my arms and looked at him with dismay.
"Piotr," I started, then he held up a hand without looking at me.
"I-I can not stay, Miss Rogue. Magneto needs me inside five till six."
"Oh," I said, flatly. He still did not turn to me, and I knew he expected me to go away. Yeah, right. "I just want to clarify that I told Kitty nothing..."
"Really?" it was his turn to sound flat. I gave his back a hard glance.
"Yes, -Piotr-. I didn't even finish anything I was about to say to her. She hung up before I could."
He didn't say anything for a moment, then sighed. "Rogue, I know. I'm not mad about that."
"So you're mad," I said, gloomily. He huffed and threw down something that looked like a stick.
"At myself, yes." I sat down on a log, diciphering. "Again, Rogue. I can not stay. So Good bye. I'd lead you to the door, but we're already outside." Then, he was gone.
And left me alone - again.
Then, when I was returning home, I ran into Lance and Kitty who were going out. Of course, I gave Kitty dirty glances, and Lance took me by the arm and asked, "Something wrong, Rogue?"
"Yeah - your girl over there's been a bit unnerving," I answered, hotly, still giving Kitty dirty glances. She looked away and said nothing. Lance turned to her, wondering.
"What is she talking 'bout, Cat?"
"Nothing," I replied for her, then heard her huff something under her breath. Taking her around, I whipped her around and asked, "What the -hell- did you say?!"
Her eyes grew wide, and she drew her arm away from me. "Nothing." Lance suddenly pulled in between us, and I just popped him one on the jaw.
Oh for the love of God, I thought it was almost glorious. Until, I heard the deafening -crack!- and then Kitty screamed. I backed away as Lance stumbled down, Kitty clutching his arm as he did so. Then she gave me a look which told she was both stunned and ...relieved.
Kitty then said in an almost inaudible voice, "I'm sorry, Rogue." I stood there, watching as she helped Lance back into his jeep, and hearing the tires scurry away towards the Bayville Hospital.
And now, I've been hiding in my room, hoping nobody will find out.
But, that's impossible.
March 1, 2003 3:13 a.m.
Kitty came in at about one when I had been beside myself with panic. She came down, sat next to me, and started murmuring.
"Rogue," she whispered. I tightened the covers around me, as if shivering. "Lance is okay - he just has to wire his jaw for a bit." I turned, obviously shocked. "I love Lance.That's why I couldn't, like, tell you -- I was afraid that you'd, like, tell Peter.
"We got back together the, like, day after Peter shooed him away. Rogue, I was scared. I didn't want to overture that guy. Like, it looks like suicide to dump Piotr!" She ran her hands across the air, as if tracing letters. "I was thinking too, like, fast -- I mean, your name just popped out and I just said it. It was some kind of reflex." She paused, tracing the hem of her jeans. I remained silent, digressing. She noticed, and got up.
"I'm sorry, that's all. I know Peter must be mad at you..."
"He's mad at himself," I said, monotonous. She looked quickly at me, concerned. I sighed, continuing. "He told me he was mad at himself for believing he could take you away from Lance. He doesn't forgive himself." Kitty looked away, anguished.
"But, like, he'll get over it, right?" Her voice was full of hopeless hope. I stared at her back, and nodded, and her shoulders dropped. Snow was visible behind the curtain.
Then the question: "I broke his heart?"
I looked at her for a moment longer, then let out a terrible sigh. "Good night, Kitty."
I mean, it's a sad reality. You break one heart...
...and you break 'em all.
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Responses to Reviews:
Bunny Angel: I'm not really sure whether you're trying to condemn my writing, or praise it. But in both prospects, I should have to conclude that you are a bit judgemental. Cruel person, am I? You look at Rogue and you see someone so indifferent, so oblivious - but is it really Rogue who's indifferent? You are certainly not seeing this from her prespective - the question looms: is the portrayal weak or is it weak portrayal? Have you ever taken into consideration how Rogue shows how bitter everyone is to her, but don't you think she's leaving out how bitter she is to everyone? To sum it all up - Rogue seeks this as an opportunity to extend her reach towards Remy. And about him - I can't say you'll like him any better when this piece is finished, but then again, if it is as bothersome as you have reviewed, it's pointless to read any further, taking you're already judging an unfinished story.
Fuzzy Elf: Rogue's insensitivity grows! See, I DO know what I'm doing [eyes dart unsuringly across the room]. And that bit about Jean - Well, let's say you've done about read my mind. Do I have the ending written all over me? (yes)
J. Dax: Like I've mentioned before, I don't think you'll like Remy anymore than right now. But hey, for the sake of a storyline...
Sabby13: I was meaning for someone to catch that [or catch it and then scold me copying in the review]. What I was trying to get at was how movies can concur with a person's real life! (I've seen My Best Friend's Wedding about three times, and I can pick out at least three things that happened to me. And I've only lived so long...)
Nica: It's a pleasure to keep people like you entertained with my bit of writing. Thank you for letting me know that my piece is appreciated. ^.^ [which goes to all my vigilant reviewers]
Christy S: Well, hmm. Kitty got back with Lance, which means he's become nicer now. Of course she told Rogue she loved him, but why? I need to fit that in somewhere...
Erica: Oh he better [gives Remy a hard look]. Well, we'll just have to wait and ... read.
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.
Chapter Sixteen: They slowly turn against Me
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
February 24, 2003 6:57 p.m.
Kitty got back together with Lance.
I don't think anyone's any more confused than me. Lance is certainly happy. And Peter I haven't talked to, but I'm sure he's devestated. But it was bound to happen, right? They were destined to stay together, right?
But I have to ask: did Kitty break Peter's heart? She won't tell me anything. Gosh, I miss one day at the manor and no one will even fill me in, not one single detail.
My life is complicated.
February 25, 2003 3:34 p.m.
Today, I called Magneto's place about fifty times to check up on Peter. When I finally got the idea it was doing no good, I took my coat off the rack and drove up to Magneto's Dome. Upon knocking on the steel door, I heard sad music drone through the building, and I immediately knew it was Peter. So I knocked harder.
John came out, closing the door behind him.
"Sheila," he muttered under his breath, and I tried going past him. He blocked the door with his body. "I don't think it's a good time..."
"What happened? Is Peter okay?" John stood, his breath breaking the air. I suddenly understood. "You've heard." John nodded obscurely.
"He purchased a harmonica and has been playing it all day. Magneto is going mad. Twice I've threathened to burn it, but Peter drove me away." He shook his head.
"I can't see him?" I asked, obviously not faltering. John smiled sadly.
"Peter is a bit depressed. Bad past -- I mean, we all do, right? Believe me, Sheila, he ain't in no talkin' mood." I wasn't convinced.
"Have you tried clicking him out of his..er..depression?"
"Too many times, love."
"What about chicken soup? That always helps. Or what about scented candles? Soothing oil? Calming music?"
"Dat's all fer stress, love. Besides, I've seen Peter like this before. He'll snap out of it when he's ready." Then John put a hand on my shoulder and moved me away from the dome. "Go home, love. I'll send for you when he's ready to talk." Then he brushed his fingers against my cheek and was gone.
Of course. I'm waiting by the phone now, hoping he'd call.
Oh please let it be soon.
February 26, 2003 2:15 p.m., P.E.
I skipped sixth period to go visit Peter. Detention or not, I couldn't wait any longer.
I carried up a canister of chicken soup I had the cafeteria lady cook for me during lunch (saying it was Kelly's orders and doctor prescribed), hoping that Peter'd be there. Turns out he was - answering the door and everything.
He was sadder than I ever imagined him being.
"Peter?" I asked, not sure, even for myself, if it was the beloved giant I had grown to get along with. He sighed deeply; smiled sadly.
"Rogue." He looked down as I brought up the canister.
"Here, I brought this for you," I said, proudly. He looked at it, then at me, then thanked me, taking it. Then he was gone. I mean, I knew he was going to take it, but he didn't even LET ME IN.
Dern, he's as confidential as Kitty.
So then I hauled my butt all the way back to school, got my detention, and went to seventh period.
I should get back to sprinting. Coach doesn't want slackers, and I can't afford an F.
February 27, 2003 9:13 p.m.
At six o' clock, I decided that I shouldn't delay on at least finding out what happened, so I knocked on Kurt's door. He always knew things anyway. Of course, I haven't seen him lately because he's been seeing Amanda more often, which I try to understand, and am doing quite well at it too.
As Kurt opened the door, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Rogue!" he said, with a smile. "Can I get zu something?"
I smirked smartly. "Naw, Kurt. I just need to know what's going on."
"Oh, you mean about Kitty and Lance? They got back together, isn't great?"
"Yeah, hmm. I heard -that- much." Kurt's ears kind of drooped as he saw where this conversation was going.
"Oh, zu want to know about Piotr."
"That, if you could." Kurt bit his lip.
"It wasn't zat great. I was up it ze staircase, but I heard everything." Like you usually do, I thought to myself, listening. "I zaw her hang up the phone and turn to Piotr. Zaid quickly that ju told her that it wouldn't be proper if she didn't go out with Piotr." I dropped my jaw.
"ME? But I supported them!!" I howled, clenching my fists. Kurt immediately held his hands up, defensively.
"Hey, don't take it out on me! I'm just telling ju zis ztuff. Anyway, Peter just nods and leaves. Nothing else. He didn't even cuss. Poor guy."
I thanked Kurt and walked briskly away.
What am I to do?? Now I know why Peter didn't want to talk to me! Oh, what am I to do??
February 28, 2003 7:11 p.m.
I_am_screwed. You think if at anything at all, I'd be able to control myself.
But I just couldn't.
My anger is an impulse. I react if I cannot restrain myself. And as amazing as it sounds, I couldn't. I have been for about two months now, and I was doing quite well too. But then, I just snapped after I saw Peter standing outside Magneto's dome, looking sober.
I was up there again, trying to explain my position. I figured that if I could, perhaps, despite myself, try and straighten things out, maybe he wouldn't be so much as mad at me.
He was the first to see me, of course, and almost instantly did his eyes meet mine, did he look away and turn sullen. I approached, none the less, sparing the moment, lest myself.
"Peter," I said. He shifted; turned away from me.
"Piotr," he said, hastily. Then after thinking: "Please." I uncrossed my arms and looked at him with dismay.
"Piotr," I started, then he held up a hand without looking at me.
"I-I can not stay, Miss Rogue. Magneto needs me inside five till six."
"Oh," I said, flatly. He still did not turn to me, and I knew he expected me to go away. Yeah, right. "I just want to clarify that I told Kitty nothing..."
"Really?" it was his turn to sound flat. I gave his back a hard glance.
"Yes, -Piotr-. I didn't even finish anything I was about to say to her. She hung up before I could."
He didn't say anything for a moment, then sighed. "Rogue, I know. I'm not mad about that."
"So you're mad," I said, gloomily. He huffed and threw down something that looked like a stick.
"At myself, yes." I sat down on a log, diciphering. "Again, Rogue. I can not stay. So Good bye. I'd lead you to the door, but we're already outside." Then, he was gone.
And left me alone - again.
Then, when I was returning home, I ran into Lance and Kitty who were going out. Of course, I gave Kitty dirty glances, and Lance took me by the arm and asked, "Something wrong, Rogue?"
"Yeah - your girl over there's been a bit unnerving," I answered, hotly, still giving Kitty dirty glances. She looked away and said nothing. Lance turned to her, wondering.
"What is she talking 'bout, Cat?"
"Nothing," I replied for her, then heard her huff something under her breath. Taking her around, I whipped her around and asked, "What the -hell- did you say?!"
Her eyes grew wide, and she drew her arm away from me. "Nothing." Lance suddenly pulled in between us, and I just popped him one on the jaw.
Oh for the love of God, I thought it was almost glorious. Until, I heard the deafening -crack!- and then Kitty screamed. I backed away as Lance stumbled down, Kitty clutching his arm as he did so. Then she gave me a look which told she was both stunned and ...relieved.
Kitty then said in an almost inaudible voice, "I'm sorry, Rogue." I stood there, watching as she helped Lance back into his jeep, and hearing the tires scurry away towards the Bayville Hospital.
And now, I've been hiding in my room, hoping nobody will find out.
But, that's impossible.
March 1, 2003 3:13 a.m.
Kitty came in at about one when I had been beside myself with panic. She came down, sat next to me, and started murmuring.
"Rogue," she whispered. I tightened the covers around me, as if shivering. "Lance is okay - he just has to wire his jaw for a bit." I turned, obviously shocked. "I love Lance.That's why I couldn't, like, tell you -- I was afraid that you'd, like, tell Peter.
"We got back together the, like, day after Peter shooed him away. Rogue, I was scared. I didn't want to overture that guy. Like, it looks like suicide to dump Piotr!" She ran her hands across the air, as if tracing letters. "I was thinking too, like, fast -- I mean, your name just popped out and I just said it. It was some kind of reflex." She paused, tracing the hem of her jeans. I remained silent, digressing. She noticed, and got up.
"I'm sorry, that's all. I know Peter must be mad at you..."
"He's mad at himself," I said, monotonous. She looked quickly at me, concerned. I sighed, continuing. "He told me he was mad at himself for believing he could take you away from Lance. He doesn't forgive himself." Kitty looked away, anguished.
"But, like, he'll get over it, right?" Her voice was full of hopeless hope. I stared at her back, and nodded, and her shoulders dropped. Snow was visible behind the curtain.
Then the question: "I broke his heart?"
I looked at her for a moment longer, then let out a terrible sigh. "Good night, Kitty."
I mean, it's a sad reality. You break one heart...
...and you break 'em all.
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Responses to Reviews:
Bunny Angel: I'm not really sure whether you're trying to condemn my writing, or praise it. But in both prospects, I should have to conclude that you are a bit judgemental. Cruel person, am I? You look at Rogue and you see someone so indifferent, so oblivious - but is it really Rogue who's indifferent? You are certainly not seeing this from her prespective - the question looms: is the portrayal weak or is it weak portrayal? Have you ever taken into consideration how Rogue shows how bitter everyone is to her, but don't you think she's leaving out how bitter she is to everyone? To sum it all up - Rogue seeks this as an opportunity to extend her reach towards Remy. And about him - I can't say you'll like him any better when this piece is finished, but then again, if it is as bothersome as you have reviewed, it's pointless to read any further, taking you're already judging an unfinished story.
Fuzzy Elf: Rogue's insensitivity grows! See, I DO know what I'm doing [eyes dart unsuringly across the room]. And that bit about Jean - Well, let's say you've done about read my mind. Do I have the ending written all over me? (yes)
J. Dax: Like I've mentioned before, I don't think you'll like Remy anymore than right now. But hey, for the sake of a storyline...
Sabby13: I was meaning for someone to catch that [or catch it and then scold me copying in the review]. What I was trying to get at was how movies can concur with a person's real life! (I've seen My Best Friend's Wedding about three times, and I can pick out at least three things that happened to me. And I've only lived so long...)
Nica: It's a pleasure to keep people like you entertained with my bit of writing. Thank you for letting me know that my piece is appreciated. ^.^ [which goes to all my vigilant reviewers]
Christy S: Well, hmm. Kitty got back with Lance, which means he's become nicer now. Of course she told Rogue she loved him, but why? I need to fit that in somewhere...
Erica: Oh he better [gives Remy a hard look]. Well, we'll just have to wait and ... read.