At the risk of turning anti-social, I give you chapter 12! Thank-you
everyone for your concern for my vacation! I love writing this fic though
and you guys just make it even more fun so I'm gonna keep updating. ;o)
Thank you again for all the lovely lovely reviews! Oh! And to help with
any confusion over Rogue hating herself, it's because she DOESN'T feel the
way everyone thinks she does. She doesn't always feel sorry for the people
she absorbed. Not anymore. She just wants them to leave her alone. She
thinks feeling the way she does makes her bad. (Hope that helps. It was a
confusing part.)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
Kitty and Rogue stared in dismay at the pile of clothes at their feet. Neither of them could find anything to wear in either of their wardrobes.
"Why do you care anyway, Rogue?" Kitty asked, lifted up a jean skirt and dismissing it by tossing it across the room. "You like, told me it was totally NOT a date."
"Why do YOU care? Ah thought ya didn't like Lance that way, an' ya hate Pietro." The older girl wrinkled her nose at a pair of black jeans.
"I asked first."
"And Ah skillfully avoided answering."
"You're horrible." The freshman kicked away a pair or blue sandals.
"Thanks sugah, Ah try."
There was a pause and than Kitty let out an aggravated snort. "I give up. I don't own one single item of stylish clothing. Not one."
Her roommate sighed. "Ah'm not exactly thrilled at my choices either."
Jean stuck her head in the doorway. "If you guys want a ride to the carnival, Scott's leaving in 10 minutes." Neither girl answered her as the frantically began rummaging through the pile of clothes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~~*
"I said NO and that's FINAL!" Pietro's voice was nearly hoarse from screaming as he glared at Tabbi and her offensive outfit. For their 'date' that afternoon she had decided to wear a poofy skirt with a frilly top. (Think back to the episode with the school dance but much much worse).
"It's MY body Pietro! I can wear what I want!" She put both hands on her hips and glared at him "If you don't like the way I look than fine! I don't HAVE to go!"
He threw up his hands in exasperation. "Fine! Wear whatever you want!" His mind was already straining to think of a way to explain it to Kitty. "Let's just go, we're gonna be late."
*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~ ~**~*~*
Lance scanned the crowds for a sign of his 'date'. *You're just kidding yourself, man.* His mind reasoned. *She even told you it wasn't a date. It's just a bet.* But she HAD chosen him as her perfect date hadn't she? He shook his head. He really liked Kitty. More than he'd ever liked any other girl. But even he had to admit that her feelings for him were brotherly if anything. It hurt, but hey, the truth hurt. *Oh well,* He reasoned. *I might as well enjoy spending time with her anyway.* Still looking through the crowds, he thought he caught a glimpse of one of Magneot's Acolytes. *What would one of THEM be doing here?* He looked again but the figure was gone. He shrugged. *Must have been my imagination*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
Remy leaned nonchalantly against a ticket booth, keeping an eye out for Rogue without appearing too eager. Inside was another matter. Every fiber of his being was anxiously awaiting her arrival, excitedly anticipated her smile, her voice, her--. *Whoa, Remy.* He ordered himself. *Don' get carried away. It's just a girl.* Yeah. Right. A small voice whispered, but he ignored it. *Just a girl.* He repeated firmly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~~**
"Okay, we're here people, everyone out!" Scott ordered as he pulled into the carnival's parking lot. No one had to be told twice.
"Come on Scott! Park it already!" Jean encouraged, already opening her door.
"I'll catch you guys later." Evan hopped out of the jeep, skateboard in hand.
*BAMF*
"Kurt!" Kitty hollered over the coughing. "That was NOT nice!"
"Sorry Kitty!" He called from the entrance.
"Ah'll see y'all later." Rogue drawled, heading towards the ticket booths.
"Yeah, like, see you guys later!" Kitty waved, already making her way across the lot.
Scott parked the car.
"Finally." Jean muttered, as they made their way across the parking lot alone.
**~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~~**~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~~*~**~~*~*~** ~*~*~*~
"And no yelling, no violence of any kind, no stealing, no going 'woo-hoo' like you always do, no--"
"Why don't you just tell me not to breath and get it over with?" Boom-boom interrupted her 'date'.
"I would but than I wouldn't have a date." She frowned and he continued. "No chewing with your mouth open, no flirting with other guys, no. . . ."
*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~**~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
"Hey Lance!" Kitty greeted him with a smile. He waved back at her. "Are Pietro and his date here yet?" He shook his head and his date made a face. "Figures. He's the fastest guy around and he's still late."
Before Lance could respond they both felt a strong gust of wind zoom by.
"Glad you decided to like, show up Pietro." Kitty greeted him sarcastically. She looked at Tabbi. He looked at Lance.
"That's your date?" They demanded in unison. "Yeah!" They answered each other at the same time.
"Lance is like, a great date Pietro, and he'll be a LOT better than yours. No offense Tabs." The brunette added hastily.
"None taken. I don't particularly fell like being a good date."
Kitty snickered.
"Even Tabitha could beat HIM!" Pietro jerked a thumb towards Lance. "There's no competition!"
Kitty grabbed her dates arm to stop him from slugging the silver-haired boy. "Starting a fight is NOT being a good date!" She whispered urgently. Pietro watched the two of them with a smirk. This was gonna be easy.
"Woo-hoo! Check out the rides!" Boom-boom exclaimed at the top of her lungs at the site of the huge machines. "I want to go on them all!" Her date groaned and it was Kitty's turn to smirk. They looked at each other, glaring, the unspoken challenge almost crackling in the air between them.
"Uh, we should probably catch up with Tabbi." Lance interrupted.
"Yeah, like, we wouldn't want Pietro to get ditched. That would be like, HORRIBLE for a date to do, don't you think?" Kitty positively glowed as her rival shot her a *look*. Life was good.
*~~**~*~*~*~*~~**~*~~**~*~*~~**~*~~*~**~~**~*~*~*~~**~~**~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
"Hey Sugah." Rogue approached the young mutant hesitantly.
"Hey." He stopped leaning against the booth and headed over to her.
"So." She looked at her hands, trying very hard not to blush. *What do Ah say?!*
"I been t'inkin' chere,"
She looked up at him. "Not a smart thing for ya ta do, Swamp Rat."
He ignored her and continued. "An' if Remy recalls correctly you owe him a rematch."
It took a minute before a knowing smile spread across her face. "Ya ready ta lose Cajun?" She met his gaze with a grin.
"Remy never loses."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Really? Than what do ya call what ya did every round yesterday?"
"Gettin' da girl."
Rogue struggled to keep from blushing but it was no use. "Ah can whoop your butt any day Swamp Rat." She struggled to make up for the telltale stain on her cheeks.
He smiled knowingly and began heading for the paintball arena. "We'll see chere. Remy don' ever back down from a challenge."
She was about to retort when she felt a small tug of doubt at her mind. Did Remy think of her as a challenge?
*~~**~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~~**~~**~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
Sort of short, I know, but don't hate me! I promise to have 13 up soon! I PROMISE! And thank you again for all the absolutely marvelous perfect to die for stupendous phenomenal awesome cool remarkable extraordinary fabulous and great reviews! You guys RULE! ;o)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
Kitty and Rogue stared in dismay at the pile of clothes at their feet. Neither of them could find anything to wear in either of their wardrobes.
"Why do you care anyway, Rogue?" Kitty asked, lifted up a jean skirt and dismissing it by tossing it across the room. "You like, told me it was totally NOT a date."
"Why do YOU care? Ah thought ya didn't like Lance that way, an' ya hate Pietro." The older girl wrinkled her nose at a pair of black jeans.
"I asked first."
"And Ah skillfully avoided answering."
"You're horrible." The freshman kicked away a pair or blue sandals.
"Thanks sugah, Ah try."
There was a pause and than Kitty let out an aggravated snort. "I give up. I don't own one single item of stylish clothing. Not one."
Her roommate sighed. "Ah'm not exactly thrilled at my choices either."
Jean stuck her head in the doorway. "If you guys want a ride to the carnival, Scott's leaving in 10 minutes." Neither girl answered her as the frantically began rummaging through the pile of clothes.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~~*
"I said NO and that's FINAL!" Pietro's voice was nearly hoarse from screaming as he glared at Tabbi and her offensive outfit. For their 'date' that afternoon she had decided to wear a poofy skirt with a frilly top. (Think back to the episode with the school dance but much much worse).
"It's MY body Pietro! I can wear what I want!" She put both hands on her hips and glared at him "If you don't like the way I look than fine! I don't HAVE to go!"
He threw up his hands in exasperation. "Fine! Wear whatever you want!" His mind was already straining to think of a way to explain it to Kitty. "Let's just go, we're gonna be late."
*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~ ~**~*~*
Lance scanned the crowds for a sign of his 'date'. *You're just kidding yourself, man.* His mind reasoned. *She even told you it wasn't a date. It's just a bet.* But she HAD chosen him as her perfect date hadn't she? He shook his head. He really liked Kitty. More than he'd ever liked any other girl. But even he had to admit that her feelings for him were brotherly if anything. It hurt, but hey, the truth hurt. *Oh well,* He reasoned. *I might as well enjoy spending time with her anyway.* Still looking through the crowds, he thought he caught a glimpse of one of Magneot's Acolytes. *What would one of THEM be doing here?* He looked again but the figure was gone. He shrugged. *Must have been my imagination*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
Remy leaned nonchalantly against a ticket booth, keeping an eye out for Rogue without appearing too eager. Inside was another matter. Every fiber of his being was anxiously awaiting her arrival, excitedly anticipated her smile, her voice, her--. *Whoa, Remy.* He ordered himself. *Don' get carried away. It's just a girl.* Yeah. Right. A small voice whispered, but he ignored it. *Just a girl.* He repeated firmly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~~**
"Okay, we're here people, everyone out!" Scott ordered as he pulled into the carnival's parking lot. No one had to be told twice.
"Come on Scott! Park it already!" Jean encouraged, already opening her door.
"I'll catch you guys later." Evan hopped out of the jeep, skateboard in hand.
*BAMF*
"Kurt!" Kitty hollered over the coughing. "That was NOT nice!"
"Sorry Kitty!" He called from the entrance.
"Ah'll see y'all later." Rogue drawled, heading towards the ticket booths.
"Yeah, like, see you guys later!" Kitty waved, already making her way across the lot.
Scott parked the car.
"Finally." Jean muttered, as they made their way across the parking lot alone.
**~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~*~**~~**~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~~*~**~~*~*~** ~*~*~*~
"And no yelling, no violence of any kind, no stealing, no going 'woo-hoo' like you always do, no--"
"Why don't you just tell me not to breath and get it over with?" Boom-boom interrupted her 'date'.
"I would but than I wouldn't have a date." She frowned and he continued. "No chewing with your mouth open, no flirting with other guys, no. . . ."
*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~~**~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
"Hey Lance!" Kitty greeted him with a smile. He waved back at her. "Are Pietro and his date here yet?" He shook his head and his date made a face. "Figures. He's the fastest guy around and he's still late."
Before Lance could respond they both felt a strong gust of wind zoom by.
"Glad you decided to like, show up Pietro." Kitty greeted him sarcastically. She looked at Tabbi. He looked at Lance.
"That's your date?" They demanded in unison. "Yeah!" They answered each other at the same time.
"Lance is like, a great date Pietro, and he'll be a LOT better than yours. No offense Tabs." The brunette added hastily.
"None taken. I don't particularly fell like being a good date."
Kitty snickered.
"Even Tabitha could beat HIM!" Pietro jerked a thumb towards Lance. "There's no competition!"
Kitty grabbed her dates arm to stop him from slugging the silver-haired boy. "Starting a fight is NOT being a good date!" She whispered urgently. Pietro watched the two of them with a smirk. This was gonna be easy.
"Woo-hoo! Check out the rides!" Boom-boom exclaimed at the top of her lungs at the site of the huge machines. "I want to go on them all!" Her date groaned and it was Kitty's turn to smirk. They looked at each other, glaring, the unspoken challenge almost crackling in the air between them.
"Uh, we should probably catch up with Tabbi." Lance interrupted.
"Yeah, like, we wouldn't want Pietro to get ditched. That would be like, HORRIBLE for a date to do, don't you think?" Kitty positively glowed as her rival shot her a *look*. Life was good.
*~~**~*~*~*~*~~**~*~~**~*~*~~**~*~~*~**~~**~*~*~*~~**~~**~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
"Hey Sugah." Rogue approached the young mutant hesitantly.
"Hey." He stopped leaning against the booth and headed over to her.
"So." She looked at her hands, trying very hard not to blush. *What do Ah say?!*
"I been t'inkin' chere,"
She looked up at him. "Not a smart thing for ya ta do, Swamp Rat."
He ignored her and continued. "An' if Remy recalls correctly you owe him a rematch."
It took a minute before a knowing smile spread across her face. "Ya ready ta lose Cajun?" She met his gaze with a grin.
"Remy never loses."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Really? Than what do ya call what ya did every round yesterday?"
"Gettin' da girl."
Rogue struggled to keep from blushing but it was no use. "Ah can whoop your butt any day Swamp Rat." She struggled to make up for the telltale stain on her cheeks.
He smiled knowingly and began heading for the paintball arena. "We'll see chere. Remy don' ever back down from a challenge."
She was about to retort when she felt a small tug of doubt at her mind. Did Remy think of her as a challenge?
*~~**~*~*~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~**~*~~**~~**~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
Sort of short, I know, but don't hate me! I promise to have 13 up soon! I PROMISE! And thank you again for all the absolutely marvelous perfect to die for stupendous phenomenal awesome cool remarkable extraordinary fabulous and great reviews! You guys RULE! ;o)
