Pyromaniac: God, I'm so sick of this story! I've been writing it forever! Don't worry I'm going to finish it…soon. It's sad when you're the author of the story and you have to go to the very beginning of the fic so you can remember the plot.
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Pop Tate's Place"Yummy! Strawberry malts taste even better when you're sharing it!"
"Y' got dat rig't!"
Pietro sighed. They had been at Pop's for a couple of hours and Remy and John were still drinking their malt. "Can we go yet?"
"Nope, I have a craving for another one. Hey Pop, bring us one more!"
Pop laughed. "One strawberry malt coming up!"
"Remember, two straws!"
"Can do!"
The bell located over the door rang and a group of 'teens' walked in.
"Look gang!" One of them cried. "That prissy looking guy and his friends are at our regular table."
"Why does everyone think I'm prissy looking?"
"Dunno. I 'ope y' know y' are still wearin' a girl's gym uniform"
"Eep!" Pietro ran into the bathroom
"Okay…hey! Stay away from our girls" The redhead in the group cried, noticing the blond and brunette females gathered around Remy.
"Is it Remy's fault if da ladies flock t' 'im?"
"Come on Archie" A male brunette said to the redhead. "Let's show this guy who's the ladies man around Riverdale"
John stood up quickly. "Wait a minute! We're in Riverdale? Don't they make root beer here?"
"No… now move it pretty boy and let us beat up red eyes over there."
"Pretty boy? Thanks! Wait! Nobody calls Remy-luv 'red eyes' and gets away with it." He picked up a glove and slapped the brunette across the face. "I challenge you to a duel!"
"Now, now" Remy stood up and gently pushed John behind him. "Let da big boys 'andle dis, Jo'nny. Anyway," He took the glove from John and slapped Archie across the face. "I c'allenge y' t' a duel"
"Ouch! My beautiful face"
"Hahaha"
"Shut up Reggie!"
"Sorry, let's gang up on him!"
"I don't think you guys should do that…" A male brunette wearing a crown said.
"We'll be fine, Jughead" The two boys ran at Remy.
Remy chuckled and grabbed a card from his pocket. "It's deux against little 'ol moi, dat's not fair," He charged up the card. "Dis will even it up!" He cried throwing it. "Bye, bye mes amis!"
Big Boom!
"Remy-luv!" John threw his arms around Remy and kissed him on the cheek. "You sure showed those mean boys whose boss around here!"
"But of course" Remy waved goodbye to the girls as they walked away, their arms wrapped around Jughead. "Let's 'ave another malt!"
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"You know something," Fred commented as he and the rest of the Brotherhood walked away from the school. "That Sietro person who was really a guy, looked a lot like someone I know."
"I know" Lance looked at Todd. "What about you?"
"Same, yo"
"So familiar…" Wanda trailed off.
"Oh my gosh!"
"What Freddy?"
"I know who it was!"
"Who?"
"Think about it."
"Well what do you know, yo?"
"I know!"
"Wow, who would have thought that the pizza guy who delivered our pizza last night, liked to dress-up in girl's clothing and play basketball?" Wanda chuckled at the thought.
"It's a small world."
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"Man, what a relief to finally get out of this training bra and back into my push-up!" Pietro threw it in the garbage as he walked out of the bathroom. "Hey! What happened to those pre teen comic guys?"
"Dey decided dat dey didn't like dis place anymore." Remy stated as they walked outside.
"Oh, too bad."
"Um oui" Remy smiled. "Too bad...'ey! Is dat w'o I t'ink dat is?"
"What?"
A taxi pulls up, nearly hitting them as it swerved up the curb.
"Uh oh"
The taxi door get swung open and a very pissed off looking squirrel jumps out.
"Sensei?"
"Squeak, squeaken!"
"Um no, Sensei. I didn't forget you."
"Da squirrel was gone?"
John slapped his hand across his face in frustration. "Vrai lisse"
"I'm da only one w'o can speak Frenc' 'ere!"
"Says who?"
"Da system!"
"Damn their oily hinds!"
"Squeak?"
"Oh yeah, I didn't forget you Sensei! It was…Pietro!"
"What? Leave me out of this!"
The squirrel slowly turned his head towards Pietro. "Squeak," he started to walk towards him. "Squeaken, squeak, squeak, squeaken"
"Umm" Pietro began to back away.
"Squeak!" The squirrel leapt at Pietro.
"Help!"
"Oh Remy-luv" John said softly snuggling up to his beloved as Pietro ran screaming as the squirrel chased him back and forth. "Will you ever forgive me?"
"For the love of god, help!" cried Pietro as the squirrel threw him into a conveniently placed light pole.
"I dunno…it 'urt"
"He's trying to rip my gorgeous hair out of my handsome head!"
"Oh Remy, I never meant to hurt you"
"Please! Oh no, not my face, that's my money maker!"
"I know, Jo'nny…"
"Someone!" The squirrel grabbed Pietro's head and dunked it into a puddle. The squirrel waited a couple of seconds and pulled his head out of the puddle. "Help!" He dunked it again.
"Remy…"
"Me!" Pietro cried as the squirrel lifted up his head.
"Jo'nny…"
"Please!"
"Let's never fight again."
"Y' got dat rig't, Jo'nny"
"What are you doing Sensei?"
The squirrel looked up with wide, innocent eyes. "Squeak?"
"Yes you"
"…Squeaken"
"I understand, we all act odd when we're drunk."
"Drunk?" Pietro spat out some of the dirty water in his mouth. "It's lying!"
"Pietro, da little animal wouldn't 'urt a fly."
Pietro jumped up from the sidewalk and pointed accusingly at Remy. "It's gotten to you too!"
"You're paranoid"
"I know you are but what am I?"
Remy and John glance at each nervously. "Okay…"
"Squeak" The squirrel lifted its paw up towards Pietro.
"No! I don't want to shake and be friends!" He glanced at the group, wild-eyed. "I know your little secret, and you know, it won't work!"
"Y' better sit down, Pietro."
"I won't be silenced! I'll tell the army! I'll tell the whole world!"
"Pietro, you're starting to scare me…not that I am complaining" John giggled.
"Ohhhh, you haven't seen nothing yet!"
"Pietro," Remy held up his hands in a calming gesture. "Now just sit down an' let's talk 'bout dis over some tea."
"It's full of poison I bet!"
"Uh…Non"
"Stay away from me or I'll-" Pietro fell to the ground.
"Wat da?
"Hey!"
"Peter, Kurt! How da 'ell are y'?"
"Good, good…where's Sabretooth?"
"Dunno…let's get some pizza!"
"Great idea!"
"By da way, Peter, t'anks for knockin' Pietro out." Remy grinned as they walked across the street towards the nearest pizza place.
"It was fun!" Peter picked Pietro's unconscious body and flung him over his shoulder. He turned to the camera and winked, "And that's the end of that chapter!"
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Pyromaniac: I lied. There will be more than one chapter left in this story. I have no self control. Monkey Chan plans to write an insert chapter for this story soon. It will be included with the rest of the chapters.
Viva la Resistance!