RM: Sorry it took so long for this chapter, I swear it'll be worth it. Please don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: refer to the last chapter...or the one before that...
Summary: The pair momentarily give up on finding Pietro's car, and a security guard comes to Lance's rescue after Rogue beats him up...sorta kinda...lol
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Chapter 3
Lance felt a gloved hand pull him by the arm out into the rain. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked. Either she didn't hear him, or chose to ignore him. Either way.
"Shaddup," She mumbled, pulling him in one direction. Glancing back his way, Rogue saw his hair was all flopped down in his eyes. She couldn't help but laugh. "Wait..." She stopped.
"What?"
"Where'd we park? Yer' the one who's spost' ta remember!" She let go of his arm.
"ME?" He asked, turning around. There was nothing but rain. "Rogue?" He called.
"Huh?" Came a muffled voice from his left.
"You can't find the car, can you?" He smiled. Something hit the back of his head, hard. "Ow!"
"It's what ya get, moron," Lance whipped around to see a soaking Rogue, blue plastic bags still around her wrist; glaring needle-sharp daggers. He laughed all the way to the overhang.
Rubbing the water from his eyes, he shook his head like a dog, sending mini raindrops flinging onto the side of Rogue's face.
She absently brushed them away, continuing to squint into the downpour. "Listen, I know this has something to do with pride, but-"
"Which one?" She mumbled. After she realized she said it, she wished she hadn't.
Lance looked down at her. "DON'T bring her into this," He warned. She averted her gaze to meet his.
"Why, ya scared?" She countered fearlessly.
He didn't know how to answer. Honestly he didn't. To come off as a wimp to an obviously anything-but girl would be humiliating, but to be a lair? She knew. There was no escaping. The only person alive who hardly showed any emotions, knew about his. This, he thought, was cruel irony. Remember where he had learned the line, a smile crept onto his face. A Disney movie. Something about an emperor....and a llama.....
His memories were cut short by a sudden blow from behind to the back of his knee, sending him to the floor face down.
"Don't lie," She growled. "Don't be like them,"
Just then a security guard rushed up to him. "Is this girl bothering you, son?" The man asked, looking between the two. The smile returned to Lance as he looked up at Rogue's sarcastic, yet questioning face. Well, was she?
"No," He answered simply. The guard hesitated. He didn't like her, and he didn't like him covering for her. He helped the boy up and left. There were still donuts in the lounge.
"Ya are such a hypocrite," She sighed. The rain had lessened to more of a shower of drops, and the cars in the parking lot became more visible. She turned around and began looking again, walking slowly down the street.
Deciding to let the hypocrite one go (as he didn't fully know what it was), another thought came to mind. He ran after her.
"Ya know, I kinda like 'em rough," He said from about a foot behind her. She pivoted around.
"An' ah like 'em dead, there a difference?" She yelled. The mischievous smile vanished form his face. They stood there, just like that, not knowing what to say. She stopped breathing hard after a few seconds. He reached out, very slowly for some reason. She flinched. He took his hand back.
"I can't touch you," He said, without thinking she might already know this by now.
But instead of saying the obvious, Rogue said what she told herself over, and over again. "It's not a matter of can't. It's a matter of will,"
She didn't expect him to understand. Lance Alvers didn't have the reputation he had by having a quick wit, and those kinda things just didn't change over night. But for Lance, there could be some exceptions.
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Disclaimer: refer to the last chapter...or the one before that...
Summary: The pair momentarily give up on finding Pietro's car, and a security guard comes to Lance's rescue after Rogue beats him up...sorta kinda...lol
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Chapter 3
Lance felt a gloved hand pull him by the arm out into the rain. "What the hell are you doing?" He asked. Either she didn't hear him, or chose to ignore him. Either way.
"Shaddup," She mumbled, pulling him in one direction. Glancing back his way, Rogue saw his hair was all flopped down in his eyes. She couldn't help but laugh. "Wait..." She stopped.
"What?"
"Where'd we park? Yer' the one who's spost' ta remember!" She let go of his arm.
"ME?" He asked, turning around. There was nothing but rain. "Rogue?" He called.
"Huh?" Came a muffled voice from his left.
"You can't find the car, can you?" He smiled. Something hit the back of his head, hard. "Ow!"
"It's what ya get, moron," Lance whipped around to see a soaking Rogue, blue plastic bags still around her wrist; glaring needle-sharp daggers. He laughed all the way to the overhang.
Rubbing the water from his eyes, he shook his head like a dog, sending mini raindrops flinging onto the side of Rogue's face.
She absently brushed them away, continuing to squint into the downpour. "Listen, I know this has something to do with pride, but-"
"Which one?" She mumbled. After she realized she said it, she wished she hadn't.
Lance looked down at her. "DON'T bring her into this," He warned. She averted her gaze to meet his.
"Why, ya scared?" She countered fearlessly.
He didn't know how to answer. Honestly he didn't. To come off as a wimp to an obviously anything-but girl would be humiliating, but to be a lair? She knew. There was no escaping. The only person alive who hardly showed any emotions, knew about his. This, he thought, was cruel irony. Remember where he had learned the line, a smile crept onto his face. A Disney movie. Something about an emperor....and a llama.....
His memories were cut short by a sudden blow from behind to the back of his knee, sending him to the floor face down.
"Don't lie," She growled. "Don't be like them,"
Just then a security guard rushed up to him. "Is this girl bothering you, son?" The man asked, looking between the two. The smile returned to Lance as he looked up at Rogue's sarcastic, yet questioning face. Well, was she?
"No," He answered simply. The guard hesitated. He didn't like her, and he didn't like him covering for her. He helped the boy up and left. There were still donuts in the lounge.
"Ya are such a hypocrite," She sighed. The rain had lessened to more of a shower of drops, and the cars in the parking lot became more visible. She turned around and began looking again, walking slowly down the street.
Deciding to let the hypocrite one go (as he didn't fully know what it was), another thought came to mind. He ran after her.
"Ya know, I kinda like 'em rough," He said from about a foot behind her. She pivoted around.
"An' ah like 'em dead, there a difference?" She yelled. The mischievous smile vanished form his face. They stood there, just like that, not knowing what to say. She stopped breathing hard after a few seconds. He reached out, very slowly for some reason. She flinched. He took his hand back.
"I can't touch you," He said, without thinking she might already know this by now.
But instead of saying the obvious, Rogue said what she told herself over, and over again. "It's not a matter of can't. It's a matter of will,"
She didn't expect him to understand. Lance Alvers didn't have the reputation he had by having a quick wit, and those kinda things just didn't change over night. But for Lance, there could be some exceptions.
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