Disclaimer: I don't own no character, no singer, no song used in this fic.
A/N: I had sorority initiations so I didn't write or update as often as I wanted to. So sorry. =)
RockStarChapter 7: #1 Crush
"Let go of my hand,"
"Part of the deal, chere," Remy grinned as he tightened his grip on her hand as if to illustrate his point.
"No, it's not," Rogue glared at him. "Now, let go!"
"There's your friend over there," he gestured with his free hand, ignoring her protests.
"I'm going to have to tell her not to wait up for me. Now let go,"
"Remy starting to think you're ashamed of him, Roguey." He feigned hurt. "Why, don't you want her to see Gambit?"
"No!" Rogue exploded. "I am ashamed of you. Now let go!"
"Remy got a better idea," he said as he started to drag her towards the bench Kitty was sitting at.
"Rogue!" Kitty screeched as she saw Rogue in front of her holding the hand of—eep! Actually, Rogue was struggling to wrench her hand off her companion's iron grip.
"Petite, Roguey here has decided to spend the afternoon with Remy," Remy turned on his full charm. "Don't worry none, Remy'll see to it that ma chere gets home safe."
Kitty's face broke into a grin. "OK," she said breathlessly.
"Merci," he bowed. "Now let's go, cher."
"Do you always get your dates this way, Cajun?" Rogue asked when she was sure that Kitty was out of hearing range.
"Non. You're just special,"
"Lucky me," she said dryly, but she did stop struggling. "So, where to?"
"Lunch." He grinned at her. "Name the place,"
"McDonald's?" She asked.
"You wound me cher," he chuckled. "Remy ain't going to spend his first date with the most belle fille in Bayville at McDonald's. C'mon," he started dragging her to the escalators. He led her to one of the expensive restaurants on the top floor of the mall.
"I don't want to spend my afternoon washing dishes," Rogue protested as she refused to be dragged inside.
"Stop being difficult and just enjoy the afternoon with Remy,"
They went inside and were led by the maitre d' to an intimate spot for two. They were given menus.
"Order whatever you want, petite, sky's the limit,"
Rogue glared suspiciously at him. "Just so you know, I just bought something really expensive and I can't pay for this,"
"Roguey, a gentleman always pays on a date,"
"Right. That would be reassuring if I was on a date with a gentleman," she grumbled.
"Order. Now." Tables turned, Remy was the one giving her a glare.
"Alright, keep your pants on," she muttered as she studied the menu with the intensity she usually reserves for Mr. Logan's training sessions.
"Ready to order?" He asked a minute later.
Rogue nodded. Remy then motioned for the waiter to come, and then the two ordered.
"Didn't know you like that kind of food," Remy raised an eyebrow at her choice of meal after the waiter had left.
Rogue wrinkled her nose. "I don't even know what on earth that is." She shrugged. "I just ordered the most expensive thing on the menu."
Remy laughed out loud. "You, ma chere, are one in a million,"
Things progressed from that. Remy distracted Rogue from being sour by telling her anecdotes from his life in the Bayou while eating their meal. And by the end of the it, Rogue was relaxed enough that she hadn't notice that Remy slid his chair closer to hers.
"So where are we gonna go after this?" Rogue asked as she put her empty plate away.
"How about we buy my petite nice clothes?"
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Rogue demanded.
"Nothing!" Remy replied quickly. "Nothing. It's just that Remy wishes his Roguey would show some skin."
"I'll skin you, you swamp rat," Rogue grumbled, but there was no malice in her eyes, no threat. He knew she was just teasing. "And I'm not your Roguey, or your petite, or your fille. And while we're on the subject, why do you always refer to yourself in the third person?"
Remy motioned for the waiter to get their bill, interrupting Rogue's rants. He opened his wallet. Rogue inconspicuously peered in and glanced at the ID inside.
"Why thank you, Monsieur Martin Wayans for lunch," she said dryly.
Remy laughed as he put down more than enough cash to cover their meal before once again grabbing her hand.
"So, did ma chere enjoy the afternoon?" He asked as he helped her down the motorcycle.
Rogue made a face. "Did I have a choice?" She asked as she returned the helmet to him.
But Rogue has to admit that she did enjoy herself.
To her surprise, they had spent the afternoon at the arcade, constantly trying to outdo each other on the video games. Then they switched to the games which dispenses tickets, trying to beat each other to see who can win the most. Remy won the basketball game, but Rogue won the game which tested strength (mainly because she took the effort to channel Fred). In the end, their combined tickets was enough for a large stuffed white bear, which Rogue was currently holding.
"Non." Remy grinned. "So want to reconsider the three-day restraining order you gave Remy?"
"No!" Rogue replied with a glare. "I want my peace and quiet, Gumbo."
"Alright. Whatever Roguey wants. Don't just miss Remy too much,"
"You wish," Rogue handed Remy the stuffed bear. "Here, you can have this,"
"Non, non." Remy handed it back. "It's for you. Can you imaging the heckling Remy'll get from the boys if he goes home with this?"
"What am I gonna do with a stuffed bear?" She asked. "Told ya we should've gotten the gloves instead. Now that's something I could've used."
"Time for you to start a collection, petite." Remy told her. "Do something girlie for a change."
"What, I'm not woman enough for ya?"
Remy grinned seductively (in his opinion, at least). "Remy wouldn't be here if he doesn't think you to be woman enough," he said huskily as he attempted to draw the Goth closer to his body.
"Gumbo," a voice growled.
"Mr. Logan!" Rogue cried out as a figure dropped down between the two teenagers.
"Time's up," he said. "Go back to the hole you crawled from,"
"Alright, Remy's leaving," he said as he straddled his motorcycle and put on his helmet. "Don't get your panties in a twist."
Snikt
Rogue laughed as she watched Remy hightail it out of the mansion grounds.
"Stripes, inside,"
"Yes, sir, Mr. Logan, sir." Rogue resisted the urge to call him dad.
Rogue groggily rambled into the kitchen just before midnight. "Scott?" She asked tentatively when he saw a figure enshroud in the darkness.
"Rogue?"
"Scott!" Rogue hit the lights. "What are you doing here brooding in the dark?"
"Nothing,"
"Uh-huh." Rogue went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of milk. "Trouble in paradise?" She asked when she realized how shell-shocked the elder boy looked.
Scott gave a sigh. "It's just that, it's not really clear where I stand with Jean,"
Rogue poured a glass of milk for Scott too. "Here."
"Thanks." He mumbled. "I know we're more than just friends now,"
"But you're still less than lovers, huh?"
"Something like that." He downed the milk in one gulp. "I just wanna know what I am to her!" He slammed the glass down angrily.
Rogue sighed as she dropped to the chair beside Scott's. "You and me both," she muttered, thinking about her fun, but terribly confusing, day with the Cajun. She just wish she knew what goes on behind that guy's slimy, yet terribly attractive, grin.
"Lately, Jean's been acting really weird."
"Define weird,"
"Well, I asked Kitty, and she said that Jean's jealous,"
"Of what?" Rogue wondered what perfect little Miss Grey could possibly be jealous of.
"Scarlett."
Rogue almost spat out her milk. "Scarlett, the singer?"
Scott nodded. "I like her voice. And if there's one thing that Jean's not very good at, it's music."
"Oh." Figures. The one thing Jean was insecure about was something that did not exist.
"I make one comment about how great Scarlett looks, and now this. Sleepless nights spent thinking in a dark kitchen," Scott shook his head as if to clear it. Then, he looked at her. "Can't sleep, too, huh?"
"Actually, I am really sleepy. Kitty won't let me sleep. She kept asking me silly questions," Rogue grumbled something about insane roommates who talk too much. "I think someone gave her too much chocolate. Way too much."
"Oh,"
Rogue gave a small grin as she poured part to her milk to Scott's glass. "To Jean, I guess," she said as she raised her glass for a toast. "May she finally discover that there's a really great guy here, loving her, just waiting for her,"
"To Jean," Scott echoed, if reluctantly, as he touched his glass with Rogue's.
Rogue downed her glass and set it on the sink. "Good night," she said.
"Night, Rogue." Scott smiled at her. "And thanks,"
"Hmm, it appears to be made of bones, not adamantium," Hank McCoy clucked his tongue as he jotted down important notes. "You can retract them now,"
Snikt
"Are we done yet, Mr. McCoy?" Rogue asked, wincing as she felt the pain of the claws retracting into her hand.
Hank McCoy watched the skin heal simultaneously from the safety of the control room. "Almost, Miss Rogue." The blue beast replied as he adjusted his glasses up his nose. "All we need now is info on your phasing powers."
Almost immediately, three walls erected themselves in front of Rogue, who was in the danger room.
Rogue shrugged and concentrated on Kitty. Alright. She can do this. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Then she took off a running start only to smash into the first wall face first. She fell on the ground, seeing stars.
"Rogue!" Moments later, Mr. McCoy was besides her, checking her vital stats, seeing if there's actual damage. "How many fingers am I holding up."
Rogue groaned. "Four."
He helped her up. "Let's get something on your forehead, it's beginning to swell."
Rogue rubbed her forehead as she was assisted by Mr. McCoy to the control room where a first aid kit was being held. That was embarrassing. "We're supposed to be taking pictures tomorrow." She groaned again. Oh. Wait. She is going to shape shift so that was practically a non-issue.
"Pictures?"
"Someone is coming here after school the day after tomorrow to interview the band." She answered knowing that as a teacher, Mr. McCoy was in the loop. She scratched her head. "And I could've sworn that Bobby said something about playing that night, too,"
"We better make sure that there's no swelling then," he said. "Come with me to the med bay."
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
I'll tear it apart
I will lie for you
I can steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all my love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.
"Is that better, Forge?" Bobby asked.
Forge gave him a thumbs-up in reply.
"Alright, let's take five," Bobby said as he unplugged his guitar from the amplifier.
Kitty and Rogue walked away from the make-shift stage and collapsed at the couch in Forge's garage. It was a bit old and smelled a little weird, but Forge claimed that it was his thinking chair and couldn't bear to throw it out.
"Like, somebody's happy today," Kitty grinned at Rogue in a sing-song voice.
Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the guys huddle as they went through their line-up one more time. "What are you talking about?"
"Well," Kitty grinned. "We've been practicing for two hours now and you've only snapped at us once. Like, what's up with that?"
Rogue shrugged. "Don't know what you're talking about," she mumbled.
Actually, that was a lie. She knew what Kitty was talking about. Only, she would rather cut her tongue off with a razor than admit the thoughts running in her mind out loud.
Today was the day when Remy could finally see her. In a few hours, their three-day agreement was to cease. She didn't want to admit it, but she missed the little things he does for her. Though even before their little pact, she doesn't see him often, he was always a presence felt; a gift here, a rose there, a card here. And she didn't know how much she liked getting things from him in the oddest of places until he stopped.
She missed his voice, his smile, his laugh. She missed his flirtations, his quick wit, his unique brand of humor.
Heck, she misses him.
And she was very excited to see him again.
"Alright, like, out of it already, you're, like, driving everyone insane!"
Rogue glared at the younger girl who was sharing her room. "What did I do now?" She demanded. "I'm just sitting here on my desk, trying to study,"
"Like, you kept sighing and stuff." Kitty replied, bravely returning Rogue's glare. "And, like, ever since practice, you've been biting everyone's head off today. I mean, like you know, more than usual. And the eyes," she shuddered. "It's driving everyone nuts, you know. As if the pressure tomorrow is, like, not enough to totally overwhelm everyone."
"Get off my case, Pryde," Rogue muttered as she returned her attention to the book she was reading.
"Like, you know, just because I teased you about becoming soft earlier doesn't mean you have to make up for it in full force," Kitty huffed.
Rogue made a face.
"Like, I know what you need!" Kitty jumped up from her bed where three books and her laptop were opened. "Chocolate milk!" She ran out in a hurry, willing to try anything to get Rogue out of the spunk the Goth was in.
Tomorrow was a busy day. The students had final exams in the morning, the band had an interview after school and a gig in the evening. Kitty knew that the less stressed they were, the better.
Truth be told, she half-expected him to show up the minute, the second, the agreement had expired. But the afternoon had come and gone and there was no sign of him.
She almost growled in frustration and was in a foul mood the whole time, so much so that she was manifesting Scott's Summers, her eyes always glowing an angry red. She had cancelled Jaime's guitar lesson, for fear that she might do something she'd later regret. The rest of the people wisely kept out of her way.
The reason why she had made the deal in the first place was to give her time to study and to practice without any distractions. Unfortunately, from the time they parted until that morning, she had spent most of it thinking of him, wondering what he's doing and pondering whether he was thinking of her. And of course, that afternoon was spent waiting for him to come, but he never did.
So that night, she resolved to put her pent-up energy on something constructive, and planned to pull an all-nighter to cram for the final examination.
But she was barely two hours into studying when she felt sleepy, her brain tired from the information overload and from trying to keep her mind from wandering into thoughts about a certain Cajun. She sighed and decided to go to the bathroom to wash her face to fight slumber off.
And when she came back, a steaming cup of café au lait was on her desk, waiting for her return.
She didn't need to see the Queen of Heart laid underneath the cup to see who it's from.
Not even bothering to hide the smile on her face, she sat back down to continue her studying. Her mind now at ease, information soaked into her brain like water to a sponge.
"Morning, Rogue," Bobby greeted her cheerfully.
"Hey, Ice Cube," as she walked into the dining room where everyone was already in and snagged a piece of toast from Bobby's plate.
"Somebody's in a great mood this morning," he teased her.
"Shut up,"
"Hey, Rogue," Jaime called. "A box of chocolates came for you yesterday," he said.
Behind Rogue, Bobby and Kurt furiously made shushing motions, but the twelve-year old's loyalty remained with the Goth.
Rogue frowned. "Really? Where is it then?"
Jaime shrugged. "Well, it came when you had kitchen duty, so Kurt took it from the delivery guy,"
"Kurt?"
"Ack!" Kurt took a step back. "It was suspicious!" He cried out in protest. "I only took a piece to check if it's alright."
"And?"
"And it was the moist delicious chocolate I have ever tasted," Kurt grinned at
the memory. "Uh, I meant, it's no good. I didn't like it,"
"So where's the rest of it?"
The whole kitchen fell silent.
"Oh, look at the time,"
"Let's go, or we'll be late for the exams,"
"Breakfast was good, but I gotta run,"
"HOLD IT!"
Everyone, who was on their way out of the kitchen, froze.
"What happened to the chocolates?"
"Er," Jean blushed.
Scott cleared his throat, figuring that as a leader, it was his responsibility to tell Rogue the fate of her chocolates. "Well, Rogue, we saw the Joker card attached to the box,"
"Yeah," Kitty immediately added.
"And we knew how much you dislike Gambit," Bobby supplemented.
"So we all decided to help you by not giving you the chocolates," the team leader finished.
"Let me get this straight. You all ate what you thought to be the best chocolate in the world to save me the pain and trouble of dealing with Gumbo?"
"Um, yes?" A tiny voice answered.
And to everyone's surprise, Rogue simply laughed at that as she walked out of the kitchen shaking her head. She was simply glad to learn that the Swamp Rat had remembered her on the day that the restraining period had expired.
Left in the kitchen, everyone just stared into the spot where Rogue had disappeared, shell-shocked.
~tbc
P.S.
The song above is #1 Crush by Garbage.
Thanks to the reviewers in chapter 5: The Goth Witch (Well, I had to give her a name because she's supposed to have this really perfect alter-ego, you know. And yes, her name was inspired by Scarlett O'Hara. Donuts? Yes, I'll have a donut. ^^), Holy-Psychic-Vulpix (Really? Her name is Marie? How did you know? Every website I visited, every Xmen freak I asked, doesn't know what her real name is. They kept claiming that the Comics never revealed it. Can you tell me, please? Thanks!), penguin walk (Thanks for the compliment. My Remy was inspired by the various fanfics I've read about him. I was like, I wonder what it would be like for an anti-social person to be pursued by a really determined lady's man and things progressed from there), Kelley (Yes! Yes! The name's from Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind. I've yet to read the book =( but one day, I will), rogue4eva/romy4eva (Well, that would come soon. As in three or four chapters soon ^^), Black Phoenix (Oh, no! Kitty can't do that under the pain of death. You know how Rogue is), golden slumbers and maxwell's silver hammer (Uh, right.), ishandahalf (hmmm…if I was to choose a name…yeah. You're right. I would much rather be called Rogue. And maybe Roguey, but only if Remy's doing the calling.), Barbara Ruiz (Where do I get my ideas? Well, I was born in a very large and wacky family. They always keep me entertained. That and the fact that I surround myself with insane people. In fact, I'm the only sane person I know. Yes. Sane, indeed), Yumiko (I'll surf the web for Poe then, and maybe download their songs. Thanks for the tip.), Rogue Warrior Spirit (My imagination's going wild with plot bunnies about Rogue and Jamie, but I had to reel them in and remind myself that Rogue has a real brother well, technically in Kurt. Oh, well. But he is playing a key role in this story to be revealed in latter chapters), The Untouchable (*Nods head* A guest singer you say…), and Caliente (Yep. There is a Romy in here. Something wicked next chapter.)
Thanks to the reviewers in chapter 6: Destiny Phoenix (do you think that Remy ought to be married in this fic? I;m still agonizing over that fact. Help!), jskullguy (That's ok. No hard feelings. Hmm. I'm trying to write out too much angst, but I can't. And my Rogeu's a girly-girl? I didn't see that. Maybe I should reread this. And about the Kitty thing. Well, they're roommates, and she kinda grew on Rogue. I mean, if she can melt the Wolverine's heart, why can't she get through Rogue, right?) rain (Thanks. Long-live romy!), aka-chan (hmm…someone's got a little crush on someone! Yup. Remy' forgiven. And I think Rogue's finally fallen!), Seung-Lee (I liked writing about it, too), Weeble Wobble Chic (I was worried for a moment that the mall thing was cliché, but I decided to give it a twist. Glad you enjoyed it!), Barbara Ruiz (Yup. I was like, what would I do if I was in Rogue's position? Answer: Throw myself at Remy! I was, like, nope, that's not gonna work. So I decided to go to the other extreme.), The Name Changer (Yup. Rogue usually calls Remy Swamp Rat in the Comics and in other fanfics. But in this universe, that was the first time she called Remy Swamp Rat so he laughed at that), Rogue Warrior Spirit (Hmm, I hope that one week is enough for you), Taineyah (OMG! Beatles! How can I forget about them? My dad would be severely disappointed in me *shakes head*), Rogue Raider (Yeah, I didn't like Marie either. If Rogue has such a generic name, why hide it in the first place? Glad you liked Scarlett. I like it a lot too), ishandahalf (Woo-hoo! Sounds like someone's on a sugar rush! Don't worry. I often am too. Only way I can write anything half-way deceny *snickers*), Alwaysright1 (Your rant sounds familiar…probably because I said the exact same things to my friends after I watched Dark Horizons. And you've got my twist in one. And lookie, lookie! A Garbage song!), me (Here's chapter 7! And thanks for the Acadian/Cajun info. I'll keep that in mind next time. Kitty as back-up, huh. Gave me a wicked cool idea…), The Goth Witch (Discanso Ribbons *squeals* Thanks! That helped a lot), Yumiko (I almost insane well, more than usual figuring out what LMFAO stood for. Good thing my brother was reading over my shoulder that sneak and told me what that meant. Thanks), penguin walk (I don't mind to be called luv. I've been called worse things. Come to think of it, I call my friends dear or darling. And then I accidentally called a male stranger darling. That stopped me. Gosh, that was so embarrassing!), and Caliente (thanks! Hey! You're the first reviewer in both chapters 5 and 6! Cool!).