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Solitaire-I'm glad you're so anxious. I'll update soon, just for you bebe
Eilieen- So, you're still losing your mind. Ah well. Don't worry, if you don't review, I'll know taht you didn't mean to miss it. I'm causing rat halucinations? Cool. I'm a female Willadr. I'll call my self Wilma. I loved that scene too. Remy's such a fun character, anyway you think about it. FLirty suggestive, ironic, broody, whatever, bring it on, I'll write it.
Ish-Chemistry, uck. Rust sucks, that's all I care to know about it. I'm proud to be your Krak dealer. *bohemian rhapsody is sung* Okay, Wayne's World is so cool. Mike MEyers is a god. Remy in a slip, I couldn't resist. Remy's the hivalrous, old school one, and Rogue seems more practical in Evo. Kinda LIke Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. WOw, I worke dina MArk Twain reference. Freaky. Wher ewould you run if the world was about to end? I'd be looting as weell, and proabb;y finding a whole bunch of desperate guys. . .anyway, I'd enjoy the wprld's last minutes. Homocide is more fun than Suicide.
Rogue LeBeau- Glad you liove it. I'm quite fond of my series as well.
Miranda- I'm glad I've granted you Nirvana. How did you know Sean sounded liek a banshee? *innocent smile.* Thanks for the review and as always, love to hear from you.
Disclaimer
If I owned anyhting at all, the world would be a much scarier place, this I assure you.
***
Remy was in Moira's kitchen trying to make something out of nothing. At least that's what he called it under his breath. Logan heard Remy muttering, and smelt what was already more appetizing than over boiled cabbage. So, of course he went into the kitchen to mooch. But don't call it mooching if you're actually talking to him.
"Smells good." Remy nodded, without looking up, or curbing his muttering over Moira's spice cabinet. Logan sat down and thought abut how to phrase his next question. He was a little angry that he had to ask this sort of thing, and it was probably just Jamie being weird. . . none-the-less, he had to know for sure.
"I heard you and Rogue. . ." Logan searched for a euphemism the professor wouldn't fire him for. Remy knew what he was going to ask. He'd wondered if any of the teachers would ask about it.
"Non, we di'n't. It's a long story." Logan nodded. It was the answer he'd expected. Rogue was still Rogue, no matter what. Even if she did have a very obvious crush on Remy.
"Jamie told me about it. Asked me what a dominatrix was, and if it had anything to do with Rogue being a goth. So I told him." Remy stopped what he was doing to ponder that. [Poor boy. Poor, stupid boy.]
Both of them knew Rogue was going to come in the room a second before she actually walked in, and she noticed they were both looking at her.
"You two gotta stop that." She said, before looking around Remy's shoulder into the pot. She smiled and looked at Remy, who knew what was coming. "Remy, you know Ah love you right?"
He motioned toward the table, and began digging through the vegetable drawer. Soon the room was filled with the smell of something spicy and cabbage-y. It was all that was worth considering edible in the kitchen.
Remy wondered if Rogue remembered his deal with her. A quick peek at her emotions, and he saw that either she was really anxious about the cabbage concoction, or she'd remembered her part in what was dubbed Operation Graffiti. He backed away from the stove, while his. . .whatever he decided to call it simmered.
"Gotta use de bathroom. Back soon." He said, and left; inwardly humming the mission impossible theme. Rogue went over to the cabbage composite, and watched it, having no idea how to tell if it was anywhere near ready.
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Remy stood outside Xavier's door, paintcan in one hand, lock picks and paintbrush in the other hand. He was lsitening to see if Xavier was asleep or not. It sounded like it; but then again, how much noise did the professor make when he was awake. He devided that it was safe after a while, and began to work on the lock, which took very little time.
He walked in and saw the professor sound asleep, in plaid pajamas. It was kind of what he'd expected to find. He really hadn't spent that much time thinking about it, except to pray the professor wasn't the kind of person to sleep naked (AN: I promise I will never use those two words in the same sentence again). He snuck over to the professor's wheels, and quietly chairjacked them. He returned the wheelchair later, hoping the professor wouldn't die from the paint fumes.
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Rogue and Logan were sitting at the kitchen table eating ice cream and talking about something. They both stopped to look at him. Login sniffing the air like a dog.
"You smell like paint." Logan said, in a tone that stated quite plainly that there had better be an excuse for this. Remy shrugged. He went over to the sink, where the pot of cabbage stuff was only half empty. After getting himself a big bowl, and pointedly not looking at Logan, and purposely sitting next to Rogue, and all the while trying to come up with a good excuse, he looked at Logan who was paying attention in mild amusement.
"Rogue told me 'bout the rumors." Remy looked at Rogue, who was trying not to look up from her ice cream. It was working quite masterfully so far. Remy decided it was robably the best time to change the subject.
"So, how'd you two like de food?"
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They sat around the table talking about things until Rogue saw that is was almost four in the morning. She quickly got up form the table, saying briefly, "Ah'll be right back."
She came back in after a few minutes, smelling, Logan noted, like nail polish. She smiled like the Cheshire cat on crack, and said briefly, "Can ya pretend I gave ya a good excuse?"
Logan looked at his watch. "You went to bed three hours ago, and you've been dead to the world since then." Rogue smileda real smile, for Logan's benefit and thanked him.
The three of them stayed up a couple more hours, talking, and delaying Logan from checking up on what they'd done. At least that was one of Rogue's motives. Finally Logan told them they'd better get to bed, or else that next day would be hell on earth. So Remy and Rogue did go upstairs, but got sidetracked talking to each other about what they'd done. They finally got to bed twenty minutes before they were woken up, once again, by Sean's screaming.
Kitty phased out of her door, and scowled at teh irish amn, who said good morning, and went to make coffee, forcing Moira to put the coffee scoop down, and telling her, "Take a break, you've been working so hard to feed us all." In all honesty, Moira's coffee could stop an elepant at twenty paces.
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Jean yawned and scratched her face. She felt something peel off under her nails,a nd she looked down at the black crap on her fingers. Panicing, Jean t.k.ed a mirror into her hand. She looked in it, and shrieked like a harpy in heat.
"ROGUE!"
Rogue contained a laugh before looking at Jean's face. Then she felt it was safe to laugh. The laughter attracted Bobby, who was walking down the hall like the living dead at the moment. He looked in on Rogue and Jean, and saw. . .Picasso had possesed Rogue. Jean had about twelve more eyes painted on he face, and was colored with lipstick and nail polish in bright crayola colors. Bobby started laughing his ass off. Jean huffed, and threw the mirror at him before going in the bathroom to wash her face.
Kurt was 'porting from door to door. He had seen the funniest thing in the world, and he needed to spread the joy. He got to Jubilee's door first. She was regretfully packing her beloved coat into her backpack. It was just too gol-darned hot to wear it. Kurt knocked on he rdoor, and when she opened it,t eh first thing she saw of life beytond her room was Kurt smileing like a blue Cheshire Cat.
"You have to see the proffesor's wheelchair." (AN: It's come to my attentiont hat a german accent is immposible to type, because it is just a little thickness, or shortness on certain sylables. Too many people write too many 'V's. You can thank my friend Katja for this insight.)
Jubilee gave him a look before he gave her a hint. Jubilee wasn't sure she'd heard right.
"What does some stupid cartoon have t do with anything?"
Kurt told her to go to the kitchen before he 'ported to the next room,which belonged to Roberto. Kurt said the same thing to him, and everyone else he had to get to by 'porting.
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Soon the kitchen ws full of students, all laughing and teeasing the professor. Rogue was the last one to go into the kitchen, because Jean had been yelling at her. Jean, didn't come down at all for another hour.
The professor was sitting like a disgruntled bump on a log. His wheelchair was painted in a way that reminded everyone (well okay, just Kurt), or Speed Racer. Kurt hopped up onto a table, and led the whole room in a stirring rendition of the Speed Racer theme, while describing the professor's incredible speed in all the Special Olympics trials, and the Daytona 500, armec only with his wheelchair and a helmet.
Afterward, the Professor called Rogue over to him.
"Rogue, Jean tells me you painted on her face. I understand this was for an earlier slight, so there's really no use in disciplining you, because you'll just claim I'm a tyrant, and refuse to learn from this. However, I have done nothing to you, and you have ruined my only mode of transportation. I'm very disappointed." Rogue looked at him, incredulous.
"Ah didn't paint your wheelchair professor. Ah'm just as surprised as you are about it."
"Rogue, I don't really see the point in bothering about this right now. I will assign probabtion later."
Rogue looked at the professor, outraged about this turn of events. She turned around and storme dout before she said something she'd have to clean toilets for. She ran into, almost literally, Remy on the way to her room. She thought about dragging him back to the professor and narcing on him. He smiled at her, and that train of thought ran off the rails.
"You like my artwork, chere?"
Rogue scowled at him. A definite no. Remy looked at her, practically, but not quite saying, 'What did I do?' Rogue thought about making a bitchy comment. This was voted down after a second, and a quick but minor change of expression on Remy's part.
"Ah liked it, but not enough ta steal credit from you." Remy thought about saying he was sorry, but never got the chance, because Rogue chose that moment to stalk off to her room, muttering something about a shower, and whether she could make mass murder look accidental right under a police man's nose. So of course Remy followed. Then he noticed something. Rogue was wearing the same skirt and such that she'd worn the day before. She hadn't opened her suitcase yet. Now he _had_ to follow.
Remy looked into the room Rogue was sharing with Jean, which no longer contained one of it's occupants. Jean had scrubbed most of the nail polish off and was eating breakfast, trying to remember why she'd gotten pranked.
Rogue was in the bathroom attatched to her bedroom, messing with the shower controls. Remy meant to see if she had taken clothes into the bathroom with her. At least that was his conscious excuse. Really, it only occured to him later, after Rogue had gotten into the shower. He saw that no, she hadn't taken any clothes into the shower with her, and that the shower curtain was damn near clear. This was not quite what he'd expected to see when he'd decided to follow Rogue, but he wouldn't complain.
Remy ran out of Rogue's romm after she got out of the shower. He stayred just outside he rdoor, looking in. He was very glad anyone who might come through the hall was outside playing tag. That seemed to be the only thing to do.
Rogue could swea she was being watched. It was just this feeling. she looked around, and especially at the door, giving Remy a nasty shock. She didn't see how much the door was open, so he was safe. She turned to her suitcse, and opened it up. Well, she tried. Opening her suitcase required two hands, and she couldn't make her towel stay on with out a tleast one hand. So, after another look around the room, she let her towle fall to the ground next to her, and quickly opened her bag, and grabbed clothes out. At least she intended to pull clothes out.
What actually happend was she looked down into her suitcse,a dn silently began cursing Remy. Laying, neatly folded, on top of her underwear and socks was the very neglige Remy had been teasing her with two stories ago.
Rogue sat on her bed, before unconsciously picking up her towle and wrapping it around herself. Remy was now partailly mesmerized, as well as inwardly hoping Rogue would not call out for his genitals on a stick. She looekd at the bit of underwear and cursed vehemently.
"Why is that even when he does somethin' stupid like this Ah can find a compliment in it. Asshole."
Remy smiled. So she wouldn't kill him. Well, at least not for that. Rogue set the bit of lace back in he rsuitcase, and got out real underwear, and her gothest clothes (AN: Gothest isn't a word, is it?).
Remy would have been home free if he hadn't decided to continue pushing his luck. He seemed to have forgotten, or not cared, that Rogue would eventually leave her room until it was just too late. Namely, when she opened the door, slamiming it into his forehead.
"Shifuck." (AN: A combo of shit and fuck. Probably my favorite explitive. Ani DiFranco used it, and I had to make the reference.)
"What the Hell?"
Remy looked up at the surprised, turning angry Rogue.
"I dropped somet'in' here. . " Remy looked downat Moira's spotless floor He quickly pulled something out of his pocket. Something very brown, fuzzy and disgusting. "It's. . .a mint. Heh." Rogue looked at him with all the fury of a dragon with a migraine, forced to babysit her younger brothers and watch Barney. In other words, rem'y long slow painful death would make international news, not to mention make an insantiy plea the best option.
"You are dead. No, ou are beyond dead. When you finally die, you will be thanking God. Come here now."
Remy ran. Even in his sleep deprived, unable-to-lie state, he dd the most intelligent thing he could. He ran toward the teachers.
***
Hope you liked it.
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith
Reviews
Solitaire-I'm glad you're so anxious. I'll update soon, just for you bebe
Eilieen- So, you're still losing your mind. Ah well. Don't worry, if you don't review, I'll know taht you didn't mean to miss it. I'm causing rat halucinations? Cool. I'm a female Willadr. I'll call my self Wilma. I loved that scene too. Remy's such a fun character, anyway you think about it. FLirty suggestive, ironic, broody, whatever, bring it on, I'll write it.
Ish-Chemistry, uck. Rust sucks, that's all I care to know about it. I'm proud to be your Krak dealer. *bohemian rhapsody is sung* Okay, Wayne's World is so cool. Mike MEyers is a god. Remy in a slip, I couldn't resist. Remy's the hivalrous, old school one, and Rogue seems more practical in Evo. Kinda LIke Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. WOw, I worke dina MArk Twain reference. Freaky. Wher ewould you run if the world was about to end? I'd be looting as weell, and proabb;y finding a whole bunch of desperate guys. . .anyway, I'd enjoy the wprld's last minutes. Homocide is more fun than Suicide.
Rogue LeBeau- Glad you liove it. I'm quite fond of my series as well.
Miranda- I'm glad I've granted you Nirvana. How did you know Sean sounded liek a banshee? *innocent smile.* Thanks for the review and as always, love to hear from you.
Disclaimer
If I owned anyhting at all, the world would be a much scarier place, this I assure you.
***
Remy was in Moira's kitchen trying to make something out of nothing. At least that's what he called it under his breath. Logan heard Remy muttering, and smelt what was already more appetizing than over boiled cabbage. So, of course he went into the kitchen to mooch. But don't call it mooching if you're actually talking to him.
"Smells good." Remy nodded, without looking up, or curbing his muttering over Moira's spice cabinet. Logan sat down and thought abut how to phrase his next question. He was a little angry that he had to ask this sort of thing, and it was probably just Jamie being weird. . . none-the-less, he had to know for sure.
"I heard you and Rogue. . ." Logan searched for a euphemism the professor wouldn't fire him for. Remy knew what he was going to ask. He'd wondered if any of the teachers would ask about it.
"Non, we di'n't. It's a long story." Logan nodded. It was the answer he'd expected. Rogue was still Rogue, no matter what. Even if she did have a very obvious crush on Remy.
"Jamie told me about it. Asked me what a dominatrix was, and if it had anything to do with Rogue being a goth. So I told him." Remy stopped what he was doing to ponder that. [Poor boy. Poor, stupid boy.]
Both of them knew Rogue was going to come in the room a second before she actually walked in, and she noticed they were both looking at her.
"You two gotta stop that." She said, before looking around Remy's shoulder into the pot. She smiled and looked at Remy, who knew what was coming. "Remy, you know Ah love you right?"
He motioned toward the table, and began digging through the vegetable drawer. Soon the room was filled with the smell of something spicy and cabbage-y. It was all that was worth considering edible in the kitchen.
Remy wondered if Rogue remembered his deal with her. A quick peek at her emotions, and he saw that either she was really anxious about the cabbage concoction, or she'd remembered her part in what was dubbed Operation Graffiti. He backed away from the stove, while his. . .whatever he decided to call it simmered.
"Gotta use de bathroom. Back soon." He said, and left; inwardly humming the mission impossible theme. Rogue went over to the cabbage composite, and watched it, having no idea how to tell if it was anywhere near ready.
---
Remy stood outside Xavier's door, paintcan in one hand, lock picks and paintbrush in the other hand. He was lsitening to see if Xavier was asleep or not. It sounded like it; but then again, how much noise did the professor make when he was awake. He devided that it was safe after a while, and began to work on the lock, which took very little time.
He walked in and saw the professor sound asleep, in plaid pajamas. It was kind of what he'd expected to find. He really hadn't spent that much time thinking about it, except to pray the professor wasn't the kind of person to sleep naked (AN: I promise I will never use those two words in the same sentence again). He snuck over to the professor's wheels, and quietly chairjacked them. He returned the wheelchair later, hoping the professor wouldn't die from the paint fumes.
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Rogue and Logan were sitting at the kitchen table eating ice cream and talking about something. They both stopped to look at him. Login sniffing the air like a dog.
"You smell like paint." Logan said, in a tone that stated quite plainly that there had better be an excuse for this. Remy shrugged. He went over to the sink, where the pot of cabbage stuff was only half empty. After getting himself a big bowl, and pointedly not looking at Logan, and purposely sitting next to Rogue, and all the while trying to come up with a good excuse, he looked at Logan who was paying attention in mild amusement.
"Rogue told me 'bout the rumors." Remy looked at Rogue, who was trying not to look up from her ice cream. It was working quite masterfully so far. Remy decided it was robably the best time to change the subject.
"So, how'd you two like de food?"
---
They sat around the table talking about things until Rogue saw that is was almost four in the morning. She quickly got up form the table, saying briefly, "Ah'll be right back."
She came back in after a few minutes, smelling, Logan noted, like nail polish. She smiled like the Cheshire cat on crack, and said briefly, "Can ya pretend I gave ya a good excuse?"
Logan looked at his watch. "You went to bed three hours ago, and you've been dead to the world since then." Rogue smileda real smile, for Logan's benefit and thanked him.
The three of them stayed up a couple more hours, talking, and delaying Logan from checking up on what they'd done. At least that was one of Rogue's motives. Finally Logan told them they'd better get to bed, or else that next day would be hell on earth. So Remy and Rogue did go upstairs, but got sidetracked talking to each other about what they'd done. They finally got to bed twenty minutes before they were woken up, once again, by Sean's screaming.
Kitty phased out of her door, and scowled at teh irish amn, who said good morning, and went to make coffee, forcing Moira to put the coffee scoop down, and telling her, "Take a break, you've been working so hard to feed us all." In all honesty, Moira's coffee could stop an elepant at twenty paces.
---
Jean yawned and scratched her face. She felt something peel off under her nails,a nd she looked down at the black crap on her fingers. Panicing, Jean t.k.ed a mirror into her hand. She looked in it, and shrieked like a harpy in heat.
"ROGUE!"
Rogue contained a laugh before looking at Jean's face. Then she felt it was safe to laugh. The laughter attracted Bobby, who was walking down the hall like the living dead at the moment. He looked in on Rogue and Jean, and saw. . .Picasso had possesed Rogue. Jean had about twelve more eyes painted on he face, and was colored with lipstick and nail polish in bright crayola colors. Bobby started laughing his ass off. Jean huffed, and threw the mirror at him before going in the bathroom to wash her face.
Kurt was 'porting from door to door. He had seen the funniest thing in the world, and he needed to spread the joy. He got to Jubilee's door first. She was regretfully packing her beloved coat into her backpack. It was just too gol-darned hot to wear it. Kurt knocked on he rdoor, and when she opened it,t eh first thing she saw of life beytond her room was Kurt smileing like a blue Cheshire Cat.
"You have to see the proffesor's wheelchair." (AN: It's come to my attentiont hat a german accent is immposible to type, because it is just a little thickness, or shortness on certain sylables. Too many people write too many 'V's. You can thank my friend Katja for this insight.)
Jubilee gave him a look before he gave her a hint. Jubilee wasn't sure she'd heard right.
"What does some stupid cartoon have t do with anything?"
Kurt told her to go to the kitchen before he 'ported to the next room,which belonged to Roberto. Kurt said the same thing to him, and everyone else he had to get to by 'porting.
---
Soon the kitchen ws full of students, all laughing and teeasing the professor. Rogue was the last one to go into the kitchen, because Jean had been yelling at her. Jean, didn't come down at all for another hour.
The professor was sitting like a disgruntled bump on a log. His wheelchair was painted in a way that reminded everyone (well okay, just Kurt), or Speed Racer. Kurt hopped up onto a table, and led the whole room in a stirring rendition of the Speed Racer theme, while describing the professor's incredible speed in all the Special Olympics trials, and the Daytona 500, armec only with his wheelchair and a helmet.
Afterward, the Professor called Rogue over to him.
"Rogue, Jean tells me you painted on her face. I understand this was for an earlier slight, so there's really no use in disciplining you, because you'll just claim I'm a tyrant, and refuse to learn from this. However, I have done nothing to you, and you have ruined my only mode of transportation. I'm very disappointed." Rogue looked at him, incredulous.
"Ah didn't paint your wheelchair professor. Ah'm just as surprised as you are about it."
"Rogue, I don't really see the point in bothering about this right now. I will assign probabtion later."
Rogue looked at the professor, outraged about this turn of events. She turned around and storme dout before she said something she'd have to clean toilets for. She ran into, almost literally, Remy on the way to her room. She thought about dragging him back to the professor and narcing on him. He smiled at her, and that train of thought ran off the rails.
"You like my artwork, chere?"
Rogue scowled at him. A definite no. Remy looked at her, practically, but not quite saying, 'What did I do?' Rogue thought about making a bitchy comment. This was voted down after a second, and a quick but minor change of expression on Remy's part.
"Ah liked it, but not enough ta steal credit from you." Remy thought about saying he was sorry, but never got the chance, because Rogue chose that moment to stalk off to her room, muttering something about a shower, and whether she could make mass murder look accidental right under a police man's nose. So of course Remy followed. Then he noticed something. Rogue was wearing the same skirt and such that she'd worn the day before. She hadn't opened her suitcase yet. Now he _had_ to follow.
Remy looked into the room Rogue was sharing with Jean, which no longer contained one of it's occupants. Jean had scrubbed most of the nail polish off and was eating breakfast, trying to remember why she'd gotten pranked.
Rogue was in the bathroom attatched to her bedroom, messing with the shower controls. Remy meant to see if she had taken clothes into the bathroom with her. At least that was his conscious excuse. Really, it only occured to him later, after Rogue had gotten into the shower. He saw that no, she hadn't taken any clothes into the shower with her, and that the shower curtain was damn near clear. This was not quite what he'd expected to see when he'd decided to follow Rogue, but he wouldn't complain.
Remy ran out of Rogue's romm after she got out of the shower. He stayred just outside he rdoor, looking in. He was very glad anyone who might come through the hall was outside playing tag. That seemed to be the only thing to do.
Rogue could swea she was being watched. It was just this feeling. she looked around, and especially at the door, giving Remy a nasty shock. She didn't see how much the door was open, so he was safe. She turned to her suitcse, and opened it up. Well, she tried. Opening her suitcase required two hands, and she couldn't make her towel stay on with out a tleast one hand. So, after another look around the room, she let her towle fall to the ground next to her, and quickly opened her bag, and grabbed clothes out. At least she intended to pull clothes out.
What actually happend was she looked down into her suitcse,a dn silently began cursing Remy. Laying, neatly folded, on top of her underwear and socks was the very neglige Remy had been teasing her with two stories ago.
Rogue sat on her bed, before unconsciously picking up her towle and wrapping it around herself. Remy was now partailly mesmerized, as well as inwardly hoping Rogue would not call out for his genitals on a stick. She looekd at the bit of underwear and cursed vehemently.
"Why is that even when he does somethin' stupid like this Ah can find a compliment in it. Asshole."
Remy smiled. So she wouldn't kill him. Well, at least not for that. Rogue set the bit of lace back in he rsuitcase, and got out real underwear, and her gothest clothes (AN: Gothest isn't a word, is it?).
Remy would have been home free if he hadn't decided to continue pushing his luck. He seemed to have forgotten, or not cared, that Rogue would eventually leave her room until it was just too late. Namely, when she opened the door, slamiming it into his forehead.
"Shifuck." (AN: A combo of shit and fuck. Probably my favorite explitive. Ani DiFranco used it, and I had to make the reference.)
"What the Hell?"
Remy looked up at the surprised, turning angry Rogue.
"I dropped somet'in' here. . " Remy looked downat Moira's spotless floor He quickly pulled something out of his pocket. Something very brown, fuzzy and disgusting. "It's. . .a mint. Heh." Rogue looked at him with all the fury of a dragon with a migraine, forced to babysit her younger brothers and watch Barney. In other words, rem'y long slow painful death would make international news, not to mention make an insantiy plea the best option.
"You are dead. No, ou are beyond dead. When you finally die, you will be thanking God. Come here now."
Remy ran. Even in his sleep deprived, unable-to-lie state, he dd the most intelligent thing he could. He ran toward the teachers.
***
Hope you liked it.
Review!
Peace and Love,
Panther Nesmith