Disclaimer: I don't own no character, no singer, no song used in this fic.
A/N:
Hmm…Useless trivia, my first boyfriend ever (now my ex) was named Bobby. I just remembered that when I was writing Rogue-Bobby moments in this fic. sigh memories…
Oh, I know I just posted yesterday, but I was so inspired that I finished this thing in record time. Enjoy!
RockStarChapter 6: Smooth
ring!
"Like, hello?"
"Jamie! Are you using my guitar again?"
"I have it, Bobby, no need to burst a vein."
"One moment. Guys, can you, like, pipe it down? I can't hear the lady on the phone."
"But Rogue! It's my guitar!"
"Stop whining, Bobby, we're just borrowing it."
"Yeah, Bobby, stop whining,"
"Shut up, squirt."
Suddenly, a piercing whistle cut through the rec room.
Everyone shut up and covered their ears.
"Like, thank you." Kitty glared at them as she turned back to the phone. "Like, this is Kitty Pryde."
Rogue shook her head before turning back to Jaime.
Bobby, on the other hand, ran down the stairs to the rec room to make sure his guitar makes it through alive.
Kitty gasped. "Like, no way. No way! No way! Really? That'll be, like so great! OK. OK. Wednesday afternoon is great. Yes. Thanks. Thanks again. OK. Bye," the moment she put down the phone, she gave a really, really loud screech.
"Ouch! Kitty!" Jaime protested.
Kitty ignored him and started dancing around the room.
"What's up with her?" Bobby asked as he plopped down on the couch beside Rogue.
"If you don't pay her any attention, she'll stop eventually." Rogue replied. "That's right, Jamie. Then strum it the way I showed you."
Jamie nodded solemnly as he attempted to stretch his fingers more.
"Bobby, Rogue, guess who that was!" Kitty cried out.
Bobby frowned as he stroked his chin intelligently. "Judging from the way you were screaming and squealing and dancing," he began. "I'd say that was the President of the United States!"
"Ha ha. Funny." Kitty made a face.
Kurt suddenly ported in. "What? What's the emergency?"
"Oh, Kurt!" Kitty cried out as she flung her arms around the blue boy. "I have the greatest news!"
"Hey! Careful with the fur! I have a date with Amanda in fifteen minutes."
Kitty took a step back and crossed her arms. "OK, fine, be that way." She started to walk out of the room when Rogue's hand shot up, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the couch with her and Bobby, all without batting an eyelash or taking her eyes off Jaime.
"Spit it out, Kit, they were just messing with ya." She said. "No, not that fret, sugar, the next one."
"OK, like, Trish Tilby was on the phone." She blurted out excitedly.
And she was met with four blank stares.
"Who?"
"Trish Tilby. You know, the journalist? Like, a writer from the Bayville Inquirer?"
That was once again met with silence.
"So why were you so excited again?" Bobby asked as he scratched his head.
"Well, she wanted to do an article on our band!" Kitty squealed. "Like, isn't that great?"
Bobby grinned. "Wow! We are famous!"
"Ja!" Kurt gave Bobby a high-five.
"She's going to be here Wednesday after class. Like, I'm so psyched."
"Good for you guys," Rogue told them.
"Rogue! Omigosh! I have, like nothing to wear! We, like, to have go shopping! Now!"
"Look, this is obviously not working," Rogue told them.
"I guess the only thing for us to do is to split up." Bobby agreed.
"Like, yeah. I knew this was too good to last." Kitty sighed.
"Alright. So we all agree about this?"
They all nodded in reply.
"Good. So no hard feelings?"
Everyone shook their head.
"Good. Now we'll just meet back here in two hours, OK?" Bobby asked. "Kit, is that enough time for you?"
Kitty nodded. "I'll manage, somehow." Rogue and Bobby watched her wander off in relief. Really. The girl was like a monster once unleashed in the mall.
"Let's go," Bobby tugged on Rogue's gloved hand.
"Are you sure you want to spend your money on a guitar?" Bobby asked her suspiciously.
Rogue nodded. Actually, she had way more money that she could care about. Irene had been very consistent in sending her allowance (which was more than enough to be shared by two people) monthly even when she was in the Brotherhood home. However, ever since she left Mystique and found out about her guardian's betrayal, Rogue was very reluctant in receiving it, using instead the money Professor X gave all of his students. So the professor kept it all in a bank account instead. And now, on impulse, she decided to spend some of it on a guitar.
"Sure I'm sure." Rogue snapped at him. "And if you're going to bug me all afternoon about my decision, then maybe the two of us better split up too,"
"And let you buy a guitar of inferior quality?" Bobby huffed. "I don't think so. Now let's go," he tugged on her sleeved arm.
The two of them wandered two shops comparing prices and asking about the best brands. But Rogue was not satisfied with the instruments she saw.
"I hate shopping with women," Bobby groaned.
"Nobody's forcing ya to be with me," Rogue snapped at him.
"Hey, hey, easy!" Bobby soothed her as he placed his hands behind his head. "Why are you buying a guitar all of a sudden? Wanna replace me on the band?"
"It's for Jamie," Rogue replied as she ducked into the next shop.
"Aw, isn't that sweet," Bobby teased as he followed her inside. But he froze when he saw what Rogue was looking at.
It seems like the third time's the charm.
Rogue knew that she had seen the perfect guitar for Jaime the moment he walked in the shop with Bobby. Actually, she knew it was the perfect guitar when she saw Bobby almost salivate.
"Wow," Bobby breathed as he hesitantly touched the body of the electric bass guitar. "It's just like the one used by Discanso Ribbons,"
"I think I'll take it,"
"Rogue, it's a bass guitar!"
"So?"
"Never mind," Bobby said. "Let's try it."
Rogue nodded. "You do the rhythm, I do the bass."
"You do bass guitar too?"
Rogue nodded. "C'mon. What do you want to play?"
"Anything?"
"Look, Ice Cube, I'm feeling good right now, so might as well take advantage."
"Alright," Bobby grinned as he selected an electric guitar and plugged it in an amp.
Rogue did the same with the bass guitar they selected. "So what?"
Bobby grinned as he played the intro. "Know this one?"
Rogue grinned but sang instead of replied.
Man it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well I hear you whisper
And the words melt eveone
But you stay so cool
My Munequita
My spanish harlem Mona Lisa
You're my reason for reason
The step in my groove
And if you said
This life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean
Under the moon
Well, that's the same the emotion
That I get from you
You got the kind of loving
That could be so smooth
Give me your heart
Make it real
Or else forget about it
I'll tell you one thing
Well, if you would leave
It'd be a crying shame
In every breath and every word
I hear your name calling me out
You hear my rhythm on your radio
And you feel the turning of
The world so soft and slow
It's turning you' round and 'round
And if you said
This life ain't good enough
I would give my world to lift you up
I could change my life to better suit your mood
Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean
Under the moon
Well, that's the same the emotion
That I get from you
You got the kind of loving
That could be so smooth
Give me your heart
Make it real
Or else forget about it
And it's just like the ocean
Under the moon
Well, that's the same the emotion
That I get from you
You got the kind of loving
That could be so smooth
Give me your heart
Make it real
Or else forget about it
Well, go forget about it....
Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
"We have an hour 'till we meet Kitty," Bobby said as he insisted on lugging the guitar.
"Look, Bobby, why don't you put the guitar in the car and we'll just meet up later?" Rogue suggested. "I think I wanna go wander off on my own for a while."
"But Rogue,"
"That wasn't a suggestion."
"Eep!" Bobby nodded as he waved to her and made his way out of the mall.
Rogue sighed in relief. Bobby's company was beginning to stifle her.
However, not five minutes into her solitary wandering, she felt a presence watching her.
She frowned and looked around.
She walked faster and ducked into a corridor that was almost empty.
"Come out, Cajun, I know you're out there somewhere," she growled.
"You're becoming better, Roguey," a voice breathed into her neck.
Rogue winced and scrambled a few feet forward. "Do you have a death wish, Saloon Boy?" She whirled around.
"Non, ma chere, just wanna be near you," he grinned as he stepped forward.
Rogue backed up instinctively as she glared at the Cajun.
"How come every time Remy turn around, ma lady is with another man?" A step forward.
"Jealous, Cajun charmer?" A step back.
"Non, cherie." Gambit grinned as he stepped closer. "It makes things more interesting,"
"Almost didn't recognize you without the trench coat, Gumbo."
"It's wash day, petite," he smirked when he saw how uncomfortable she was.
"But still, you ol' scoundrel, never imagined you to be the shirt and jeans kinda guy,"
"So what did you imagine Remy to be, ma sweet?" He leered.
Rogue's face twisted in disgust. Suddenly, she realized that she had backed into a wall. "Back off, snake charmer,"
"Non," he replied as he placed his hands on the wall, trapping Rogue in between. "Remy just got you where Remy wanted you, River Rat."
Rogue's eyes narrowed. "Back off, Swamp Rat, or you'll find my knee in a place where the sun doesn't shine," she snarled, knowing she couldn't phase nor port for other people may see them.
He suddenly burst into laughter, much to her disgust. But he did take a step back. "Swamp Rat! That's a new one, Roguey. Remy believes that our repertoire of endearments is slowly enlarging itself."
Rogue snorted as she started to walk away.
"Hey! Chere, is that the way you treat your date?" He called after her.
"What dreamland are you living on?" She whirled around, her green eyes flashing. "You are not my date. We are not calling each other endearments. I do not like you. We are enemies. Got any of that through your thick skull?"
"Oui." He nodded, not missing a beat. "So, now, where do you wanna go eat?"
Rogue whimpered. "Is this some new fighting technique? Drive your enemy insane or something?"
Remy grinned as he walked up to Rogue and placed an arm around her as he began to guide her out the corridor.
Rogue shrugged him off but he simply replaced his arm more firmly around her shoulders. "You're making a scene, Roguey," he whispered intimately to her as he maneuvered her into a densely-populated fast-food place.
"I don't care," Rogue replied loudly as she pushed him away.
"Chere, what must I say, what must I do for you to forgive me?" He asked loudly. "I'm now down on my knees, asking you to forgive me," suddenly, Gambit was on his knees.
The whole place went quiet, all the attention now focused on them.
"What are you doing?" Rogue hissed.
"I only did that because I love you very much," he said sincerely, ignoring her.
"Get up."
"Non. Not until you tell me that you forgive me."
Rogue turned around and started to walk out.
But Gambit was quick to grab her arm. "Non. Non. Don't walk away from me again. I can't live without you."
"Let me go," she struggled.
"Hon," a voice called. "What did he do to you?"
Rogue looked at the crowd who was watching their little show with their mouths open. "He's evil."
"Most men are." A woman replied. "But we love 'em anyway, right, Berta?"
Berta nodded. "Yep. Can't live with them, can't live without 'em,"
"You don't understand. He's not—"
"Did he cheat on you?"
"No! He's not even—"
Remy stood up and wrapped his arms around her. She tried to wriggle out.
"Honey, he's a looker. He's obviously in love with you. Why don't you forgive him?"
Rogue freed herself from the Acadian's grasp. "Because he's married and he never told me." She replied.
The crowd gasped.
Rogue glared at Remy. She swore he could see his smirk. "I may be a lot of things but I can never be a mistress." With that, she stalked out dramatically.
"Shame on you," someone shouted at Remy.
The crowd murmured their agreement.
"Chere! Chere!" He called out as he followed her. He slung an arm around her shoulders again when he reached her.
"Will you stop that?"
"Trying to beat Remy at his own game, chere. You're trying to outsmart Remy, henh?"
"That's kinda easy to do. Very easy."
"Remy's hurt." His arm slid from her shoulders, down her arm, to her hand. He was now holding her gloved hand in his. "C'mon, Remy's hungry."
"What would I have to do to get rid of you?"
"Have lunch with Remy." He replied.
Rogue looked at him, trying to see if he's lying. "So I have lunch with you and you disappear?"
"For the day, at least."
"No, forever,"
"Un day."
"A month?"
"A day."
"A week?"
"Alright, chere, two days."
"Four?"
Remy sighed. "Alright, three. But we take the whole afternoon off, not just lunch. And that's my final offer."
"I'll take it. Three days. No stalking, no gifts, no letters, no flowers, no late-night visits, no nothing."
"Remy be a man of his word."
"Great. Let's go."
P.S.
The song above is Smooth performed by Santana and the drool-worthy Rob Thomas.
I've got two names of the band from Self-Possessed: Discanso Ribbons and Descanso Rivettes. However, I was also informed that the latter was a real band. I am planning something for the members of the band, so I decided to use the former (thanks to The Goth Witch).
The endearments Rogue and Gambit exchanged above are the terms they've called each other in the Comic-verse, I got that from a website somewhere. That was fun to write *grins idiotically*
Sorry guys, no reply to reviews. I still have to study. =) See you next chap!