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"So how's school, Remy?" Logan asked, painfully aware of the silence from across the table.
"Fine."
"Almost done with the year, huh?"
"Yes." Ororo kicked Remy from under the table. He could have sworn she was shooting lightning from her eyes at him. He sighed. "It will be nice t' be out of school." There. A full sentence. He was being nice.
Logan looked at each of his dinner companions. He could remember watching them grow up. Scott all alone on the edge of town, Ororo in the middle of everything, and Remy in the shadows close to 'Ro. Scott had always been such a serious boy. He couldn't believe the rumors that had been floating around about him. He was such a boy scout. Even when his parents disappeared (and he couldn't remember quite when that was), Scott had worked hard and done right by Ororo and Remy. There was something in his eyes, though, that told a different story. There was a hardness that Logan recognized in the roughest of men.
Ororo was something else, though. The little minx was always on the edge of some sort of trouble. She had been running wild for most of her life. It wasn't until Remy showed up that she began to settle down. Logan always had a soft spot in his heart for the girl, her smile so carefree, her proud carriage. Logan remembered being in the diner during Ororo's first week as a waitress. She spilled hot coffee all over him. Logan was pretty sure it was on purpose because he had questioned Remy about the market robbery.
Remy was someone he couldn't quite figure out. At first Logan had written him off as your average teen punk, but then he befriended Marie. Now Logan didn't know what to think. Since he adored Ororo, he decided to give Remy the benefit of the doubt.
"How's Marie, Remy?"
Remy narrowed his eyes. What the hell did this guy care? It's not like he ever took the time to say hi!
"She was talking about how you guys went fishing last weekend."
Oh.
"She's doin' better. We went shoppin' las' weekend and got her a dress. Girl looks good. Her momma don' like me much." Remy stuffed some pasta in his mouth. He still didn't like this guy.
Logan smiled inwardly. That was an improvement at least. "So Scott, how are your classes going?"
"Fine."
Ororo kicked him too. She decided to change the subject because she could tell by the set of Scott's face that he was going to be stubborn. "Logan, are you coaching the football team again this year?" Ororo hated football. She was getting desperate.
"Yes. I think this season we have a good shot at the title…"
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She was pretty pissed with them. Ororo was sitting silently at the kitchen table, staring off into space. Remy felt a little guilty, but he didn't seem to be the one 'Ro was focused on. Scott was cleaning up the kitchen and kept shooting glances over to where Ororo was sitting. He knew he should go over and apologize, but he didn't know what to say. Logan was a nice man. Ororo deserved a shot with him. They seemed happy together, despite the years of age difference. Why the hell couldn't he just let it go?
"Scott, you know you're still my favorite," Ororo said softly.
"Huh? 'Ro I'm sorry for the way I behaved tonight."
"I know. I just wanted you to know that I love you no matter how ticked off you make me. Wasn't Logan handsome tonight? Do you think he liked my dress?" Her blue eyes sparkled.
Scott stared at her. "Uh, I'm sure he loved your dress."
She jumped up and danced towards her room.
Remy and Scott looked at each other, confusion written over their faces, and shrugged.
Women!