The Truth Hurts
Chapter VIII: Just Talk
By: Michelle
Kurt walked out of the bathroom to find Ororo sitting up in bed. She had a new nightgown on now, since her other one was wet. As he sat next to her, he noticed how hurt she was. She had cried so much that her eyes were red and she had bags under them. "I'm sorry, liebe. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Ororo took a deep breath. "I want to be there for you. Why won't you let me?" Her eyes turned to tears again. Only this time, she was not sad, she was angry. "And what the hell were you doing in that weather anyway?"
"I had a talk with Rogue."
She turned from him and more tears rolled down her cheeks. He can talk to Rogue and not me.
Kurt touched her chin lightly and turned her head to face him again. He wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry libeling. I need you." Tears rolled down his own cheeks now. "Ich liebe dich."
She lifted her hand to meet his. She didn't fully understand his last statement, but she knew he was true to it.
He slid his hand from her face and laid his head on her lap holding her hand. "I need you, liebling. I'm so confused."
"I'm here for you." She brushed her free hand through his curly cobalt hair. "Open up to me."
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Kitty and Jubilee folded their arms demanding what was going on.
"What are y'all talking about?" Rogue asked, though she really knew why.
"This." Kitty said and reenacted her previous scene.
"I was cold and he gave me his jacket." Rogue said in her defense and pulled out a dry pair of clothes. "I was just thankin' him."
"Whatever." Jubilee smiled. "You have a thing for him."
"Do not."
"Yeah, like you totally do." Kitty replied.
"No, I don't." Rogue stood up straight. "He's just a friend."
Jubilee shook her head causing her earrings to make a jingling sound. "There's no fooling us. You've been crushing on him since he came here two months ago."
"Oh please." She stated. "He gets on my nerves. He's stubborn, narcistic, and his eyes freak me out. He's a swamp rat Cajun with a bad case of Mardi Gras Mombo Fever….
Kitty and Jubilee looked at her in disbelief as she continued to ramble about what she claimed to think of Remy.
….And he's so egotistic. Plus he's got that stupid goatee thing going on."
"Are you like done now?" Kitty asked. "'Cause you're like so full of shit."
Rogue stood still for a moment. Jubilee was right. There was no fooling her friends. She did like Remy, but her boyfriend was Bobby. This is so complicated. Why couldn't my life just be simple? "I don't like him, alright. Will the two of you just drop it now?" She demanded walked out of the room to take a shower and get off the wet clothes.
"She's like totally in denial."
"Totally."
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As Remy walked his way to the boys' dormitory, he found himself face to face with an angry Bobby Drake.
'Bonjour Ice-boy." He said. "Rogue is upstairs changing."
Bobby pushed him into the wall. "You stay away from her, Cajun."
"Excuse me." Remy stood up and pulled his cards out of his pocket.
"You heard me." Bobby replied with his face turning icy blue. "Stay away from my girlfriend."
"Well if Bobby were a better boyfriend, Remy would not have to correct his mistakes." He shuffled his cards in his hands, then choosing the King of Hearts as his preferred choice of weapon. He knew Bobby wanted to fight him.
Both men glared at each other hard. Remy studied his opponent as he turned the card in his fingers causing it to charge into a bright red. Bobby clenched his fists causing shards of ice to fall to the floor.
"What the hell is going on here?" Logan pushed the two of them apart.
"Nothing." Remy replied fuming and uncharged his card. "Remy was just asking Ice-boy here if he wanted to play poker."
"No thanks, Cajun." Bobby steamed. "I don't like poker."
Logan watched as the two turned from each other and walked down opposite ends of the hallway. Damn kids.
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"I thought finding out my past would be a good thing. You know." Kurt said to her as she played with his curls. "I always imaged that I would find my parents, a brother or a sister some day and be a real family."
"But what about Margali, Jemaine, and Stefan. Weren't you a family with them?"
"Yes." Kurt sighed, knowing she was right. "But they are not my blood."
"You know." Ororo turned his head to look up at her. "Sometimes, it takes more than blood to make a family." She traced a tattoo on his cheek. "It takes love."
Kurt reflected on her words. It takes love. Twice tonight he had been silenced by women who seemed to know more than he did.
"So what are you going to do now, knowing that Mystique is your mother?" Ororo dreaded to asked that question, but she knew it was an important one.
"Nothing." Kurt replied, even though he wanted to ask Mystique so many questions. Why did she abandon him? Wasn't a parent supposed to love their children no matter what? He closed his eyes as many more questions flood his head. "Nothing."