Prom begins

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What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair

Touch your lips, to hold you near

When you say your prayers, try to understand

I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

-Bon Jovi

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"Kitty, we're gonna be late!" Rogue called straightening the v-neck on her black gown. The sleeves came out in gothic points flowing over her hands easily hiding her gloves from anyone not looking.

"Just a minute," Kitty called back. She came out of the bathroom slipping into her shoes. Her dress was a spaghetti strap, the same blue as her eyes. She wore her hair down and had it curled slightly for the night. "No one's here yet?"

"Nope," Rogue said. "The professor is downstairs waiting. Prepare to be blinded."

"Stripes, your date's here!" Logan yelled. Both of the girls went downstairs.

"You look tres belle, chere," Remy said bending to kiss her glove-covered hand. Kitty was surprised to see Rogue blush.

"You clean up pretty good for a swamp rat," Rogue replied smiling at the complement.

"Remy thanks you, chere," he smiled. Ron came in behind Remy.

"I don't like him," Logan said loud enough for everyone to hear him.

"Mr. Logan!" Kitty exclaimed.

"You look real nice, half-pint," Logan told her. "You too, stripes." He looked at Remy hard. Remy simply smiled, holding up two hands. Logan looked at Ron not liking the way the boy wouldn't meet his gaze. He waited until the boy looked at him before narrowing his eyes and glaring.

"Before you leave I would like to have some pictures," Xavier said. Ten minutes later they were on their way still seeing spots. Dinner went peacefully, Kitty soon found though that she would rather have it more exciting. She thought about Lance and knew it would have been better with him. Ron was just boring. Finally they arrived at the dance.

"I'm going to go get some punch," Kitty said. "Go ahead and find us a table." Ron nodded and walked away. Kitty went to the punch bowl and got two cups. She almost ran into Lance on her way back. "Lance!" she exclaimed smiling. They stepped back and looked at each other's outfits.

"Kitty, that dress is beautiful," he told her softly.

She blushed looking down. "Thank you." He motioned for her to turn and smiling indulgently she obeyed, twirling around.

"You look gorgeous tonight," he said.

She smiled suddenly feeling shy. "You look pretty nice too." He was in a black tux with a maroon vest. He twirled around himself causing her to laugh.

He grinned easily. "So, pretty Kitty, save me a dance?"

She allowed herself to smile at him. "Count on it." She walked back to her date. She became even more bored quickly. He wouldn't even dance with her.

"Kitty," Rogue said approaching. "Remy just went into the bathroom. Want to dance?"

"Like, sure!" Kitty exclaimed. They want out onto the dance floor and began dancing.

"You seem to be having fun."

"Thank you so much!" Kitty exclaimed. "He is so boring!"

"Why don't you just leave him and hang out with Lance?" Rogue asked. "You two have been watching each other all night!"

"It's not that simple. Ron invited me here. I can't just dump him." Remy came back.

"Salut, petite," he said smiling at Kitty. "Why is Monsieur Ron not joining you?"

"He has a stick up his ass the size of a Buick?" Rogue offered.

Kitty laughed. "That's very possible. Thanks for the dance." She sighed. "I guess I have to go back to my zombie.

"Ah still say you should ditch him and go to Lance," Rogue said. "It's what you both want."

"Lance was talking about how beautiful you looked," Remy said helpfully. "Actualment, gushing is more like it."

"He was?" Kitty asked.

"Oui."

"Hmm. well, I'll see you guys." She walked away.

Rogue looked up at Remy and shook her head. "Those two are sickening."

"Remy agrees." They walked over to the punch table. Lance was standing there watching Kitty who in turn was watching him.

"You two disgust me!" Rogue yelled at him.

"Huh? Why?" Lance asked confused.

"Just go over there!"

"I will, later. She promised me a dance."

"Ah give up!" Rogue handed Remy a glace and the two walked away. Lance sighed.