Disclaimer I don't own X-Men: Evolution

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It wasn't love at first sight.

It wasn't love at all.

There was just something about her.

Somehow he felt connected with her.

Life was oh so confusing.

Remy sighed heavily, leaning back in his chair. He was sitting in the library, once again writing in his notebook. Just about everyone knew he wrote it in. Bobby, alias Iceman, was the one who suggested that he was a spy for Magneto that that's where he wrote down all his notes about the mutants at the institute and the institute itself. It had been Jubilee who said that he was actually a misunderstood poet and wrote in the notebook about his 'true' feelings.

"Oh man. I should have never signed up for French." Kurt, who was sitting down at the end of the table, groaned as he slammed shut his French book. Remy merely glanced up, clearing his throat but no one noticed. Kitty was sitting at the other end of the table, reading a book. "Think I could have gotten away with taking German?"

"Oh sure, if you said you were mute."

Remy turned the page in his notebook. "If he said he was mute, he would be lying." He mumbled without looking up.

"Ja." Kurt agreed, not getting what Remy meant. "Because I can talk."

"That and so much more." Came a certain Cajun's sarcastic reply. That received a glare from Kitty, who finally decided to look up from her book. Kurt didn't even notice as he opened his French notebook decided to try again.

"How would you say 'The sky is blue?" He asked, making a face as he glanced up at Kitty.

"I don't know. I signed up for German." She replied with a lazy slur as she went back to reading.

Remy dropped his pencil and waited impatiently for someone to say something. He sighed heavily before muttering, "Le ciel est bleu."

Kurt's lower jaw dropped. "You speak French?"

Kitty glanced up, exchanging looks with Remy.

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'Finally. Some time to myself.' Remy said to himself as he sat down in the empty living room. There was a softball game in the backyard, occupying most of the mutants.

"Hi Gambit." Sam greeted walking in with a smile set upon his face. "I was wonderin' if ya might want to play softball with us?"

Remy stared at the innocent, young boy wondering if he was serious. Why the hell would he want to go willingly play softball with a bunch of hyperactive teenage mutants? "Maybe later." He mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Sam just shrugged and slowly began walking out of the room. "That's a 'no' and a 'never'."

"Yep." The Cajun murmured, running a hand through his hair, which needed a hair cut. God forbid if it grew out of its bowl cut-ness. Well, it was better than Sam's mullet. After Sam left, he turned on the television. What else would he do when everyone else was outside? Fifteen seconds later, he turned the television off.

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"Remember—No powers." Hank McCoy, alias Beast, reminded the students as he took his place as umpire.

"Like that's going to last." Kitty laughed, elbowing Kurt. Bobby stepped up, next to bat, after Ray.

"Want to make a bet? On how long the no power rule is going to last?"

Kitty raised her brows in interest. "Sure." She glanced back at Kurt. "You in, Kurt?"

"Ja. Three Twinkies says it last until the second batter." Kurt said with a grin as he gave Bobby a look.

Kitty laughed and nodded her head. "I second that and put in a box of Twizzlers."

"I put in a package of Oreos." Jamie spoke up. He knew that Bobby would not last with the rule. Gosh, no one had much faith in him.

"I'll put in a bag of barbeque chips." Sam announced proudly, walking up to them. Jubilee followed in behind him, along with Amara. Hank rolled his eyes, knowing why they were starting to group up.

"I put in a king sized box of Nerds." Jubilee announced smirking over at Bobby. "No way he's going to last."

"I put in a bag of fireballs." Amara proclaimed. She too smirked as she glanced over at Bobby.

"Hold up." Ray dropped his bat and turned around. "I put in my box of Lemon Heads."

Bobby rolled his eyes at the lack of support. "Fine. I put in.." He shrugged. "Don't have any candy so I'll put in twenty dollars."

"This is going to be sweet." Kitty grinned, rubbing her hands together. "All right. I guess that's.."

"I believe Gambit didn't get a chance to put his bet in." Remy appeared before them, smirking slightly. They all looked surprised as they started at him with their jaws hanging. "Since you all aren't old enough to smoke, I'll put in five packs of candy cigarettes saying that Bobby isn't the one who'll use his powers first."

Jubilee laughed, twirling a few strands of hair between her index finger and middle finger. "Looks like we're going to be swimming in junk food and twenty bucks tonight."

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"I can't believe you teleported." Jubilee snapped at Kurt as she made her way back in the institute. "And I can't believe Bobby didn't use his powers."

"Until the last round that is." Kitty mumbled, shooting Bobby a dirty look. "You're lucky I don't phase you half way through a wall."

"Love you too." He mumbled, rolling his eyes. He looked around in a very clueless way. "Hey, where's Gambit?"

Kitty stuck her nose up in the air. "Probably thought you were going to lose and ran off."

"Har har har."

Kitty just smiled. "I'll go find him."

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Remy sat on the stairs in the front of the mansion, smoking a real cigarette. 'All this talk about candy cigarettes gave me a craving.' He said to himself as he took a drag.

"You smoke?" Kitty stood a few feet away, staring at him with one brow raised.

"It ain't illegal; I'm eighteen."

"My grandmother smoked a lot. Died from lung cancer."

"Pity."

"Don't you care if you get some kind of cancer?"

He shrugged, taking a long drag as if to annoy her. "No."

"Yeah well, then just keep smoking!" She snapped trying to sound harsh. She paused, waiting; actually believing that just saying that will make him quit.

"All right."

"Ugh!" She stomped her foot. "You're so, like, difficult!" She stomped her foot again. "And I can't believe you, like, betted against us!"

"Anything else you can't believe?"

She let out an aggravated sigh. "You lowlife jerk!" Kitty then walked past him and phased through the front door.

He shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Must be her time of the month."

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"Hey man, thanks for believing in me." Bobby whispered to Remy as he sat down next to him at the table. If you hadn't guessed already, it was dinnertime at the institute.

Remy just shrugged, looking bored. "No problem. It's not like I even know you."

"You betted with me when you.."

"Don't even know you." He finished the sentence sounding annoyed. "Doesn't matter. I don't even carry around candy cigarettes."

Bobby rolled his eyes, got up and went to find a new seat. Kitty took his place in his old seat.

"Gambit." She began, sounding very serious. "I'm sorry what I said earlier. You're not really a lowlife jerk or a lazy, self-centered Neanderthal."

He arched up a brow. "You didn't call me a self-centered Neanderthal."

"Trust me." She then patted his shoulder. "I did."

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A paintball whizzed past his head. Too close. Gambit told himself as he took stance behind a rock and pulled out his bo staff. Time to play. His eyes glowed with amusement as he ran out from his hiding spot from behind the rock and stood in the middle of the danger room. It was a boring session; all he had to do was dodge paintballs. His movement caused the censors to sense him. Before he knew it, two orange balls went flying at him. The Cajun merely smirked, twirling the staff at them. The second they touched the mental rod, they would explode because they combusted on contact. He nearly choked on his spit when something hit him in the back. He dropped his staff, defeated.

"You lasted the longest again." Wolverine walked into the danger room, with a smug smirk pressed onto his lips. "You just need to learn to watch your back." Pun. That was a pun and he knew it. They all knew it. Everything was a goddamn pun in the institute. "I think a few more training sessions could help you with that."

Gambit rolled his eyes. "Gee, Christmas is coming early this year. If you don't mind, I have to go scrub orange paint off my trench coat."

Wolverine merely grunted.

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"Having fun?" Kitty waltzed right into the bathroom and stared down at the frustrated Cajun who was sitting on the ground, his brown trench coat laying lifelessly on his lap. "You shouldn't have scrubbed it. All you did was smear it."

"I know that." Short pause. "Now."

"Go put it in the washer." She laughed out loud for no reason. "With your luck, it'll shrink on you."

Remy just stood up and sighed. "Good thing I wear my new one to the sessions."

"Shouldn't that upset you?"

"Nah. I like my old broken in one.." He winked at her before leaving. "More pockets."

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Remy walked into his shared bedroom, threw his trench coat, with the orange blob of a stain on the back, and grabbed his other one out of the closet.

"Going somewhere?" Kurt, who was hanging from the recently put in chandelier with help from his tail, asked. "Where to?" He asked again when Remy made his way over to the door.

"Out." Was all he said.

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A/N The next chapter is going to revolve around Rogue. I want to have this fic finished by the end of this month. =\ I was going to have this chapter out on V-Day but didn't have a chance. Oh well, better late than never..