FINALLY, here is chapter 9. Don't even ask about the tests! ;o) Anyways, I
don't have a lot to say this time (WOW), but I think that's because it's
morning and my brain is NOT functioning yet. So, ENJOY!
Chapter 9
Gambit had a dilemma. Not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined she'd say yes. . . (Well, maybe his wildest. . . ) And now that she was there, on his motorcycle with him, he had no idea what to do. It surprised him that he was worried this much about a fille. Most girls would love a romantic restaurant and than a seaside stroll, or something to that effect, but Gambit seriously doubted that that would impress this girl. He wanted to do something that would make her laugh. She had seemed out of it at school, not being as mean as normal to him. *You're losin' your touch Remy* He mocked himself. *The girls are supposed to make YOU happy, not the other way around.* He sped up and as her arms involuntarily tightened about his waist he had to admit. . . He was happy. Glancing to the side of the road, Remy saw a colorful sign and sighed in relief. Now he knew where to take her.
Rogue could not believe what she had done. What she was in the process of doing. Gambit sped up and instinctively she tightened her arms about his waist. She could have kicked herself as he turned around and asked,
"Scared?"
"Of what?" She scoffed. "Your grandma-driving skills?"
He smiled knowingly. *He does not know you're scared. He does NOT know you're scared.* Rogue comforted herself.
"Anything to oblige a lady." Suddenly he hit the gas, causing the wheels (and Rogue) to squeal loudly.
"Ah hate ya!" Rogue managed to holler through the wind tearing at her face.
Gambit threw back his head and laughed. "Remy thought you said he drove too slow?"
Jerk! Using her own words against her. "Ah--" She broke off as Gambit swerved sharply to the right.
"What are ya doin' ya crazy Cajun!"
He stopped the bike and smirked back at her. "We're here."
Tearing her eyes from his, she glanced around their surroundings. Bright colored tents were partially set up everywhere. . . a carnival?
"One problem Sugah." Rogue drawled, turning back to him and gesturing towards a sign. "It doesn't open till tomorrow."
He grinned. "You were the one who said she didn't feel like playin by the rules today." He reminded her. She looked up at him, startled. And just when he thought she was going to yell at him, she grinned.
"In that case Sugah," Rogue felt like she was in a dream. She could say or do anything with no consequences. "Race ya to the bumper cars!" She took off, Remy at her heels.
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"Someone has WAY too much time on their hands." Pietro commented as Kitty showed him all the research she and Rogue had done the previous day. Kitty ignored him. If she continued to do that, maybe he'd stop making stupid comments and they could get some work done. That was the plan anyway.
"You must not have had a date Saturday." He continued, turning to see her reaction. "That must be why you're a good student. You don't have anything better to do. . . or anyone to do things with." He watched with pleasure as her face began to heat up, not from embarrassment, but from anger. It was so easy to rile her!
"I have plenty of things to do, and plenty of GUYS who would do them with me too!" So much for not arguing. But how could she NOT? He was implying she couldn't get a DATE? "What were you doing Saturday?" She smiled at him, and Pietro backed away *uh oh.* "I bet you got a LOT of action."
"Yeah, I did--"
She cut him off. "I'm sure you did." She was still smiling. "Lance told me about all those *ahem*" She coughed delicately. "Movies you have."
It took him a minute to realize what she was hinting at, and when he finally got it, it was his turn to blush. "What!" He looked at her in horror. "That's a LIE. Besides," He recovered, allowing himself a smirk. "I can get whatever I want without videos." Than realizing what he'd said, he turned around. "Not that I DO get that, I mean, I don't WANT girls to, well I do but not--" He couldn't believe this! He was making a fool of himself, and in front of Kitty Pryde no less! She laughed, and in the back of his mind he recognized what a nice laugh she had.
"I was just kidding." She grinned. "Lance never said anything like that."
He stared at her. "For a good girl, you sure have a bad mind Pryde."
She flipped her hair. "And for a bad guy, you sure do blush like a good one."
"I was NOT blushing." He defended himself.
She burst out laughing. "Right, so that was what, a complexion disorder, turning your face red?"
He was about to retort when Mrs. Allan stopped in front of them. "Is something the matter?" She adjusted her glasses and peered at the two students.
*Yeah, you paired me with an annoying brat.* Pietro thought darkly. "No, no problem." He said aloud, avoiding Kitty's incredulous stare.
"Good." Their teacher moved on to the next group.
"Yeah there's a problem!" Kitty smacked his arm. "YOU'RE the problem."
He rolled his eyes. "And if I'd have said that, she'd have completely understood and let us work on our own." His voice was sarcastic. Mrs. Allan was well known for being free with detention slips. Kitty shot him an exasperated look.
"It would have been worth the risk to get away from YOU!"
"Well I have better things than detention to do after school so I'M not gonna risk it.
"What plans? A hot date?" She couldn't explain why the idea bugged her so much. Probably because some poor girl was going to be one step closer to getting her heart broken.
"Why do you want to know?" He smirked. "Jealous?"
"Ew! Like, no way! Not if you were the last man on earth, and with YOU I use the term 'man' loosely." She added.
"Tell yourself that, Kitten. The fact is, you think I'm a hottie."
She groaned inwardly. Would he never let her forget that VERY horrible mistake? "I didn't mean it that way and you know it!" She retorted.
"Really?" He leaned closer, his face only inches from hers. Their eyes met. "Than what way did you mean it?"
"I uh," *Think brain think!* She commanded herself, trying to think about anything other than his eyes staring into hers. "I meant that, uh, SOME girls are attracted to you, for some inexplicable reason, the way normal girls would be to a hottie. Yeah. . ."
He smirked. "Sure, NOW whose in denial?"
"So you admit it? You were blushing?!"
"You'll never prove it!"
"Are you always this annoying or do I bring out the best in you?" Her tone was sarcastic.
"Are you always this pathetic or are you making a special effort to impress me?"
"I do NOT, nor will I ever, feel the need to impress you!"
"Good, because frankly, I don't think you could."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. No one measures up to the great Pietro Maximoff's standards! He's in a league of his own!"
He sighed. "It's a lonely life I lead, surrounded by incompetents."
"That, and the fact you can't maintain a long-lasting MEANINGFUL relationship!"
"At least I can get a date!"
"With who, an Arkam asylum escapee?"
He smirked. "Still better than staying home on a Saturday night."
"I stay home by choice! Some people have lives other than dating."
"Or they just don't have dates."
"I could get a date anytime I wanted and MINE would be a lot nicer and better looking than YOURS!"
"Bet ya ya can't!"
"Bet ya I can!"
"Fine!" He smirked. "It's a bet."
She blinked *Wha. . . *
"Tomorrow night. At the new carnival. Whoever has the best date wins." He paused.
*Must be hard for him* She thought darkly.
"Loser has to. . ." he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She blushed hotly.
"You're on!"
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"You're dead Swamp Rat." The brunette flipped her streaked hair out of her face, holding her gun at his head levelly.
"Chere, can't we discuss this like civilized-"
*Bang!*
"He lifted a hand to his face and felt the red sticky fluid. "People." He finished.
"Ah win." She tossed her paintball gun aside and headed over to him. "Again."
"How come you never go easy on me chere?" He complained, looking down at his color stained clothes.
"Cause Ah'm not the one who wants to be civilized." She grinned, and even with a large purple splotch on the left side of her face, Remy was taken by how beautiful she was.
"I demand a rematch."
She raised a slightly yellow eyebrow. "Another one? Sugah, Ah've beaten ya five times!"
"Best six out of eleven?"
She shook her head, trying to hide her disappointment. "Can't." She pointed to a clock on the far side of the arena. "Ya promised ta have me back before school gets ovah and that's in less than twenty minutes."
Somewhat grudgingly, they both put away their guns. As they headed out towards the street, Rogue turned to him, eyes sparkling. "Ah'm driving!"
Muttering curses in French, he chased after her.
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Whew! I got that done! Once again, I warn you that the next one might take awhile because I'm leaving for CA today! YAY!!!! I'll write on the way and maybe I'll have like 50 new chapters 12 hours from now. We'll see. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy Spring Break! C-ya!
;o)
Chapter 9
Gambit had a dilemma. Not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined she'd say yes. . . (Well, maybe his wildest. . . ) And now that she was there, on his motorcycle with him, he had no idea what to do. It surprised him that he was worried this much about a fille. Most girls would love a romantic restaurant and than a seaside stroll, or something to that effect, but Gambit seriously doubted that that would impress this girl. He wanted to do something that would make her laugh. She had seemed out of it at school, not being as mean as normal to him. *You're losin' your touch Remy* He mocked himself. *The girls are supposed to make YOU happy, not the other way around.* He sped up and as her arms involuntarily tightened about his waist he had to admit. . . He was happy. Glancing to the side of the road, Remy saw a colorful sign and sighed in relief. Now he knew where to take her.
Rogue could not believe what she had done. What she was in the process of doing. Gambit sped up and instinctively she tightened her arms about his waist. She could have kicked herself as he turned around and asked,
"Scared?"
"Of what?" She scoffed. "Your grandma-driving skills?"
He smiled knowingly. *He does not know you're scared. He does NOT know you're scared.* Rogue comforted herself.
"Anything to oblige a lady." Suddenly he hit the gas, causing the wheels (and Rogue) to squeal loudly.
"Ah hate ya!" Rogue managed to holler through the wind tearing at her face.
Gambit threw back his head and laughed. "Remy thought you said he drove too slow?"
Jerk! Using her own words against her. "Ah--" She broke off as Gambit swerved sharply to the right.
"What are ya doin' ya crazy Cajun!"
He stopped the bike and smirked back at her. "We're here."
Tearing her eyes from his, she glanced around their surroundings. Bright colored tents were partially set up everywhere. . . a carnival?
"One problem Sugah." Rogue drawled, turning back to him and gesturing towards a sign. "It doesn't open till tomorrow."
He grinned. "You were the one who said she didn't feel like playin by the rules today." He reminded her. She looked up at him, startled. And just when he thought she was going to yell at him, she grinned.
"In that case Sugah," Rogue felt like she was in a dream. She could say or do anything with no consequences. "Race ya to the bumper cars!" She took off, Remy at her heels.
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"Someone has WAY too much time on their hands." Pietro commented as Kitty showed him all the research she and Rogue had done the previous day. Kitty ignored him. If she continued to do that, maybe he'd stop making stupid comments and they could get some work done. That was the plan anyway.
"You must not have had a date Saturday." He continued, turning to see her reaction. "That must be why you're a good student. You don't have anything better to do. . . or anyone to do things with." He watched with pleasure as her face began to heat up, not from embarrassment, but from anger. It was so easy to rile her!
"I have plenty of things to do, and plenty of GUYS who would do them with me too!" So much for not arguing. But how could she NOT? He was implying she couldn't get a DATE? "What were you doing Saturday?" She smiled at him, and Pietro backed away *uh oh.* "I bet you got a LOT of action."
"Yeah, I did--"
She cut him off. "I'm sure you did." She was still smiling. "Lance told me about all those *ahem*" She coughed delicately. "Movies you have."
It took him a minute to realize what she was hinting at, and when he finally got it, it was his turn to blush. "What!" He looked at her in horror. "That's a LIE. Besides," He recovered, allowing himself a smirk. "I can get whatever I want without videos." Than realizing what he'd said, he turned around. "Not that I DO get that, I mean, I don't WANT girls to, well I do but not--" He couldn't believe this! He was making a fool of himself, and in front of Kitty Pryde no less! She laughed, and in the back of his mind he recognized what a nice laugh she had.
"I was just kidding." She grinned. "Lance never said anything like that."
He stared at her. "For a good girl, you sure have a bad mind Pryde."
She flipped her hair. "And for a bad guy, you sure do blush like a good one."
"I was NOT blushing." He defended himself.
She burst out laughing. "Right, so that was what, a complexion disorder, turning your face red?"
He was about to retort when Mrs. Allan stopped in front of them. "Is something the matter?" She adjusted her glasses and peered at the two students.
*Yeah, you paired me with an annoying brat.* Pietro thought darkly. "No, no problem." He said aloud, avoiding Kitty's incredulous stare.
"Good." Their teacher moved on to the next group.
"Yeah there's a problem!" Kitty smacked his arm. "YOU'RE the problem."
He rolled his eyes. "And if I'd have said that, she'd have completely understood and let us work on our own." His voice was sarcastic. Mrs. Allan was well known for being free with detention slips. Kitty shot him an exasperated look.
"It would have been worth the risk to get away from YOU!"
"Well I have better things than detention to do after school so I'M not gonna risk it.
"What plans? A hot date?" She couldn't explain why the idea bugged her so much. Probably because some poor girl was going to be one step closer to getting her heart broken.
"Why do you want to know?" He smirked. "Jealous?"
"Ew! Like, no way! Not if you were the last man on earth, and with YOU I use the term 'man' loosely." She added.
"Tell yourself that, Kitten. The fact is, you think I'm a hottie."
She groaned inwardly. Would he never let her forget that VERY horrible mistake? "I didn't mean it that way and you know it!" She retorted.
"Really?" He leaned closer, his face only inches from hers. Their eyes met. "Than what way did you mean it?"
"I uh," *Think brain think!* She commanded herself, trying to think about anything other than his eyes staring into hers. "I meant that, uh, SOME girls are attracted to you, for some inexplicable reason, the way normal girls would be to a hottie. Yeah. . ."
He smirked. "Sure, NOW whose in denial?"
"So you admit it? You were blushing?!"
"You'll never prove it!"
"Are you always this annoying or do I bring out the best in you?" Her tone was sarcastic.
"Are you always this pathetic or are you making a special effort to impress me?"
"I do NOT, nor will I ever, feel the need to impress you!"
"Good, because frankly, I don't think you could."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. No one measures up to the great Pietro Maximoff's standards! He's in a league of his own!"
He sighed. "It's a lonely life I lead, surrounded by incompetents."
"That, and the fact you can't maintain a long-lasting MEANINGFUL relationship!"
"At least I can get a date!"
"With who, an Arkam asylum escapee?"
He smirked. "Still better than staying home on a Saturday night."
"I stay home by choice! Some people have lives other than dating."
"Or they just don't have dates."
"I could get a date anytime I wanted and MINE would be a lot nicer and better looking than YOURS!"
"Bet ya ya can't!"
"Bet ya I can!"
"Fine!" He smirked. "It's a bet."
She blinked *Wha. . . *
"Tomorrow night. At the new carnival. Whoever has the best date wins." He paused.
*Must be hard for him* She thought darkly.
"Loser has to. . ." he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She blushed hotly.
"You're on!"
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"You're dead Swamp Rat." The brunette flipped her streaked hair out of her face, holding her gun at his head levelly.
"Chere, can't we discuss this like civilized-"
*Bang!*
"He lifted a hand to his face and felt the red sticky fluid. "People." He finished.
"Ah win." She tossed her paintball gun aside and headed over to him. "Again."
"How come you never go easy on me chere?" He complained, looking down at his color stained clothes.
"Cause Ah'm not the one who wants to be civilized." She grinned, and even with a large purple splotch on the left side of her face, Remy was taken by how beautiful she was.
"I demand a rematch."
She raised a slightly yellow eyebrow. "Another one? Sugah, Ah've beaten ya five times!"
"Best six out of eleven?"
She shook her head, trying to hide her disappointment. "Can't." She pointed to a clock on the far side of the arena. "Ya promised ta have me back before school gets ovah and that's in less than twenty minutes."
Somewhat grudgingly, they both put away their guns. As they headed out towards the street, Rogue turned to him, eyes sparkling. "Ah'm driving!"
Muttering curses in French, he chased after her.
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Whew! I got that done! Once again, I warn you that the next one might take awhile because I'm leaving for CA today! YAY!!!! I'll write on the way and maybe I'll have like 50 new chapters 12 hours from now. We'll see. Anyways, hope y'all enjoy Spring Break! C-ya!
;o)
