RM: Since I got some really nice reviews ((thanx so much guys!!)) I'm going on! Yay! I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. If I did Lance would so leave Kitty ((Kitty and Piotr, I mean come_on!)) and fight Pietro for Rogue!! Ya! *throws air punches* Go Lancey!! ^_^
Summary: The storm comes early and soaks Rogue and Lance in the Wal-Mart parking lot. They get stuff and head for the check out. It's raining hard out....so hard they can't see where the car is....that may cause a problem....
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Rogue ran a hand though her hair and sighed. "We're nevea gonna make it," She muttered.
"Ready?" Lance asked with a smirk.
"Why not?" She rolled her eyes and opened the door. Slamming it behind her, she started to walk towards the entrance.
"Hey wait up!" Lance yelled, running after her. She turned around and crossed her arms.
"Lahke Ah'd wait f' YOU!" She said, sticking out her tongue. He caught up to her.
"Uh, why are we at Wal-Mart?" He asked, scanning the parking lot.
"We don't have a Target here,"
He shuttered. "I hate this place,"
"Why?" Rogue smiled. Lance suffering from "Wal-Martaphobia"?
"All the freaks come here," Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"An' where are WE on that chart?" She asked, making a point.
"Not like THAT, the scary people,"
"Hum," She said, trying to sound a little perturbed. But of course, she really wasn't. Wal-Martaphobia seemed to be an illness many members of the brotherhood suffered fro--Her trail of thought faded as several rain droplets fell on her nose at once. The storm was coming early.
"Oh shit. Run!" Lance's voice was muffled by a passing car, but Rogue felt a grip around her arm and in seconds she was being pulled forward. By the time the two ran under the overhang before the entrance they were soaked.
"Gawd," Rogue muttered, looking down at her cloths. As soon as they walked through the sliding doors eyes bore into their skin.
"What's their problem? They think we look like mutants?" Lance mumbled angrily. A little boy sitting on one of the benches stared at him with wide blue eyes. Lance glared and the boy started to wail. A woman rushed up to him, cradling the small boy in her arms, throwing Lance a harsh glance. It seemed like everyone was looking at them, from the woman in a blue vest-thing setting up a display, to every pair of eyes in the group of teenage girls in small tops and mini skirts walking in the other directions, looking of their shoulders. Rogue pinched his arm, an amused look on her face. "What?" He asked, following her as she got a basket. She smiled.
"They don' think we're mutants, they think we're freaks, Alvers," She whispered, looking over her shoulder as they started to walk to the candy isle in the back. The eyes seemed to be glued.
"Don't they have anything else to do?" Lance muttered.
"If they did, they wouldn't be here watchin' us,"
As they walked passed the clothing section Lance thought about what Rogue had said. They wear wearing the usual. Tore jeans an that old leather jacket, black skirt, black tank top, green gauss-ish stuff. Nothing weird. No rainbow knee socks, no bright green hair. They hadn't even said anything...
"Hey," Rogue elbowed him in the rib, taking him out of his thoughts.
"What?" She rolled her eyes, turning into an aisle.
"Ah suggest ya pick somethin' out, 'cause Petey's not gonna share," She said, tossing a bag of gummy bear into the basket.
"Ketch," He said, throwing her a bag. She looked up and caught it one-handed before it hit her in the face. She glared at him for a second, then read the front.
"Hershey Kisses?" She tried desperately to hold back laughter.
"Hey, nothing wrong with chocolate," He muttered. **Manly, Lance, very manly** She thought.
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The two walked up to a cash register with five bags of candy, hair spray, and a bottle of Ibuprofen. Rogue plopped the basket onto the counter and a woman seeming to be about thirty looked up from the magazine she was reading.
"Is that all fer ya taday?" She asked in a bored tone. Rogue nodded. The cashier glanced at Lance then began to scan the bags of candy. When she was done, she place two bags off to the side.
"That'll be twelve fifty," She said. Rogue reached into her back pocket and pulled out fifteen dollars. The woman flashed a weird look, but took the money and gave her change. "Have a nice day and thank you for shopping Wal-Mart," She said, turning back to her magazine.
Rogue grabbed the bags off the counter and started to walk towards the exit when Lance tugged on her sleeve. She looked over at him.
"It's still raining," He said.
"Ah didn't notice," She said sarcastically.
"I mean it's still raining hard,"
"So?"
"I don't wanna get wet," She coughed, again trying not to laugh.
"Wet? Yer ALREADY wet," She said, looking at his dripping hair.
"Alright, but your the one who's gotta find the car," He said, walking out the sliding door once again. She followed and saw what he meant. The rain was blinding. And deafening.
"See?" He said, crossing his arms.
"Aww shut up, Ah can find it,"
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Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men. If I did Lance would so leave Kitty ((Kitty and Piotr, I mean come_on!)) and fight Pietro for Rogue!! Ya! *throws air punches* Go Lancey!! ^_^
Summary: The storm comes early and soaks Rogue and Lance in the Wal-Mart parking lot. They get stuff and head for the check out. It's raining hard out....so hard they can't see where the car is....that may cause a problem....
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Rogue ran a hand though her hair and sighed. "We're nevea gonna make it," She muttered.
"Ready?" Lance asked with a smirk.
"Why not?" She rolled her eyes and opened the door. Slamming it behind her, she started to walk towards the entrance.
"Hey wait up!" Lance yelled, running after her. She turned around and crossed her arms.
"Lahke Ah'd wait f' YOU!" She said, sticking out her tongue. He caught up to her.
"Uh, why are we at Wal-Mart?" He asked, scanning the parking lot.
"We don't have a Target here,"
He shuttered. "I hate this place,"
"Why?" Rogue smiled. Lance suffering from "Wal-Martaphobia"?
"All the freaks come here," Rogue raised an eyebrow.
"An' where are WE on that chart?" She asked, making a point.
"Not like THAT, the scary people,"
"Hum," She said, trying to sound a little perturbed. But of course, she really wasn't. Wal-Martaphobia seemed to be an illness many members of the brotherhood suffered fro--Her trail of thought faded as several rain droplets fell on her nose at once. The storm was coming early.
"Oh shit. Run!" Lance's voice was muffled by a passing car, but Rogue felt a grip around her arm and in seconds she was being pulled forward. By the time the two ran under the overhang before the entrance they were soaked.
"Gawd," Rogue muttered, looking down at her cloths. As soon as they walked through the sliding doors eyes bore into their skin.
"What's their problem? They think we look like mutants?" Lance mumbled angrily. A little boy sitting on one of the benches stared at him with wide blue eyes. Lance glared and the boy started to wail. A woman rushed up to him, cradling the small boy in her arms, throwing Lance a harsh glance. It seemed like everyone was looking at them, from the woman in a blue vest-thing setting up a display, to every pair of eyes in the group of teenage girls in small tops and mini skirts walking in the other directions, looking of their shoulders. Rogue pinched his arm, an amused look on her face. "What?" He asked, following her as she got a basket. She smiled.
"They don' think we're mutants, they think we're freaks, Alvers," She whispered, looking over her shoulder as they started to walk to the candy isle in the back. The eyes seemed to be glued.
"Don't they have anything else to do?" Lance muttered.
"If they did, they wouldn't be here watchin' us,"
As they walked passed the clothing section Lance thought about what Rogue had said. They wear wearing the usual. Tore jeans an that old leather jacket, black skirt, black tank top, green gauss-ish stuff. Nothing weird. No rainbow knee socks, no bright green hair. They hadn't even said anything...
"Hey," Rogue elbowed him in the rib, taking him out of his thoughts.
"What?" She rolled her eyes, turning into an aisle.
"Ah suggest ya pick somethin' out, 'cause Petey's not gonna share," She said, tossing a bag of gummy bear into the basket.
"Ketch," He said, throwing her a bag. She looked up and caught it one-handed before it hit her in the face. She glared at him for a second, then read the front.
"Hershey Kisses?" She tried desperately to hold back laughter.
"Hey, nothing wrong with chocolate," He muttered. **Manly, Lance, very manly** She thought.
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The two walked up to a cash register with five bags of candy, hair spray, and a bottle of Ibuprofen. Rogue plopped the basket onto the counter and a woman seeming to be about thirty looked up from the magazine she was reading.
"Is that all fer ya taday?" She asked in a bored tone. Rogue nodded. The cashier glanced at Lance then began to scan the bags of candy. When she was done, she place two bags off to the side.
"That'll be twelve fifty," She said. Rogue reached into her back pocket and pulled out fifteen dollars. The woman flashed a weird look, but took the money and gave her change. "Have a nice day and thank you for shopping Wal-Mart," She said, turning back to her magazine.
Rogue grabbed the bags off the counter and started to walk towards the exit when Lance tugged on her sleeve. She looked over at him.
"It's still raining," He said.
"Ah didn't notice," She said sarcastically.
"I mean it's still raining hard,"
"So?"
"I don't wanna get wet," She coughed, again trying not to laugh.
"Wet? Yer ALREADY wet," She said, looking at his dripping hair.
"Alright, but your the one who's gotta find the car," He said, walking out the sliding door once again. She followed and saw what he meant. The rain was blinding. And deafening.
"See?" He said, crossing his arms.
"Aww shut up, Ah can find it,"
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