RM: The last chapter! The meaning of the whole title. The big crescendo! Oh yea, I'd like to thank Anigen for some of the ideas. Thanx! :)
Note: I have nothing against Pietro or Kitty (don't even ASK about Kietro, I swear I will implode). I love them to shreds, but that part is from Lance's POV, not mine!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, Spaceballs, or Bon Jovi (heh, never thought they could all go together...)
Summary: You'll just have to wait and read, now won't you? ;)
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Chapter 4
He knew she didn't think he could get it, but he did. He wasn't one of those guys that let people know he could empathize. He didn't want to be the next damn Pietro, that's for sure. "Then I will," He grabbed hold of her covered wrist.
Rogue just stood there. Now she was the slow one. What could he mean? He couldn't--he wouldn't try to--but maybe he was just too confident to let it go.
"Lance, come on, ah didn't-" He smiled and slowly lifted up the gauze from her wrist. Now she was panicking. She did NOT want Lone Star running in her head tonight, and the next night, and the next until it wore off. But remembering just when Lance got the nickname "Lone Star" sparked a smile on her lips. Pizza The Hut had been Fred's to his dismay, and Princess Vespa was Kitty's...Kitty. A good reason not to let him do this.
"S-she still loves you," She whispered with wide eyes.
Lance stopped cold, skin to skin contact just inches away. "You know why she was yelling at me? Huh? 'Cause I found out 'bout her little friend. She said I was the reason he wouldn't talk to her. I was the reason for everything. She was just along for the ride. The rush. Well so was I. Little kitten come crying to me, an' I was too caught up in the innocent smiles and mini skirts to realize. No. She never loved me, Rogue. I was just a drop-it and leave-it kinda deal," With that he pressed his thumb into her wrist, barely enough to be called pressure. She didn't even notice until she saw him look up at her with a question in his eyes and on his face. 'Why isn't it DOING anything?!' And she had no answer. Why the hell WASN'T it doing anything? God, she had thought of this moment forever, but Lance was never in it. It was always some random person...like Bon Jovi or something. Never some...some...GUY! She couldn't even diss him anymore. What was up with that?
Luckily for them both, she didn't have the time to ponder the question. He let go of her wrist and stepped back a few steps. Great, now he was afraid of her. Of all the people, of all the times! She mentally kicked herself for, well, everything! 'If's and 'but's ran though her mind as she stared in a confused silence, wrist still held up. She had to force herself to concentrate.
She swallowed hard and slowly pulled off her right glove. She knew she had to make sure...even if it WAS publicly degrading. But apparently she was too slow about it, because "hello" a hand was on the back of her neck and everything swirled together to a mush of slow-motion. Brown eyes, weird feelings, and an odd pull-away. Her brain was practically humming with the effort to sort it all out.
All in a Wal-Mart parking lot with bystanders staring in disbelieve, and not one of the two cared.
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Rogue plopped the wet blue bags on the table before a nervously shaking Pietro. His face lit up.
"There's yer' candy, freak, and ah didn't hurt th' car," She tossed the keys onto the counter as the speed-demon tore open a bag.
With a sigh, she left the kitchen and settled down on the couch beside a bored-looking Wanda. Wanda was flipping through television channels with an old remote. She stopped and gave Rogue a sideways glance.
"Where'd you go?"
"Wal-Mart," Rogue answered simply.
"How was it?" Wanda smirked. Rogue stood up.
"It was--romantic," She said and grabbed a cookie off a plate on end table beside the couch. "These' re good," she commented, returning the Maximoff's smirk as she walked into the hall.
Wanda sat there with a confused look on her face. "What?" She questioned after a few minutes as what Rogue had said sank in. "What?!"
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Todd jumped onto the kitchen table some three hours later. He turned to Pietro, who had finished the bag of gummy bears and half the Hershey Kisses.
"You heard 'bout the 'Wal-Mart' thing?" He asked, snatching a Kiss from the table with his tongue and eating it.
"Yeah," Pietro screwed up his face. "They call that romantic?"
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Last Note: I'm sorry it took me an extra day to get this chapter up, I had to babysit for 5 hours! (oh.my.god. I do NOT do three year olds!! lol)
That's the end, guys! I had fun writing it, and I hope you liked reading it! Please don't forget to review, I'd love to hear from you!
Note: I have nothing against Pietro or Kitty (don't even ASK about Kietro, I swear I will implode). I love them to shreds, but that part is from Lance's POV, not mine!
Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men, Spaceballs, or Bon Jovi (heh, never thought they could all go together...)
Summary: You'll just have to wait and read, now won't you? ;)
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Chapter 4
He knew she didn't think he could get it, but he did. He wasn't one of those guys that let people know he could empathize. He didn't want to be the next damn Pietro, that's for sure. "Then I will," He grabbed hold of her covered wrist.
Rogue just stood there. Now she was the slow one. What could he mean? He couldn't--he wouldn't try to--but maybe he was just too confident to let it go.
"Lance, come on, ah didn't-" He smiled and slowly lifted up the gauze from her wrist. Now she was panicking. She did NOT want Lone Star running in her head tonight, and the next night, and the next until it wore off. But remembering just when Lance got the nickname "Lone Star" sparked a smile on her lips. Pizza The Hut had been Fred's to his dismay, and Princess Vespa was Kitty's...Kitty. A good reason not to let him do this.
"S-she still loves you," She whispered with wide eyes.
Lance stopped cold, skin to skin contact just inches away. "You know why she was yelling at me? Huh? 'Cause I found out 'bout her little friend. She said I was the reason he wouldn't talk to her. I was the reason for everything. She was just along for the ride. The rush. Well so was I. Little kitten come crying to me, an' I was too caught up in the innocent smiles and mini skirts to realize. No. She never loved me, Rogue. I was just a drop-it and leave-it kinda deal," With that he pressed his thumb into her wrist, barely enough to be called pressure. She didn't even notice until she saw him look up at her with a question in his eyes and on his face. 'Why isn't it DOING anything?!' And she had no answer. Why the hell WASN'T it doing anything? God, she had thought of this moment forever, but Lance was never in it. It was always some random person...like Bon Jovi or something. Never some...some...GUY! She couldn't even diss him anymore. What was up with that?
Luckily for them both, she didn't have the time to ponder the question. He let go of her wrist and stepped back a few steps. Great, now he was afraid of her. Of all the people, of all the times! She mentally kicked herself for, well, everything! 'If's and 'but's ran though her mind as she stared in a confused silence, wrist still held up. She had to force herself to concentrate.
She swallowed hard and slowly pulled off her right glove. She knew she had to make sure...even if it WAS publicly degrading. But apparently she was too slow about it, because "hello" a hand was on the back of her neck and everything swirled together to a mush of slow-motion. Brown eyes, weird feelings, and an odd pull-away. Her brain was practically humming with the effort to sort it all out.
All in a Wal-Mart parking lot with bystanders staring in disbelieve, and not one of the two cared.
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Rogue plopped the wet blue bags on the table before a nervously shaking Pietro. His face lit up.
"There's yer' candy, freak, and ah didn't hurt th' car," She tossed the keys onto the counter as the speed-demon tore open a bag.
With a sigh, she left the kitchen and settled down on the couch beside a bored-looking Wanda. Wanda was flipping through television channels with an old remote. She stopped and gave Rogue a sideways glance.
"Where'd you go?"
"Wal-Mart," Rogue answered simply.
"How was it?" Wanda smirked. Rogue stood up.
"It was--romantic," She said and grabbed a cookie off a plate on end table beside the couch. "These' re good," she commented, returning the Maximoff's smirk as she walked into the hall.
Wanda sat there with a confused look on her face. "What?" She questioned after a few minutes as what Rogue had said sank in. "What?!"
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Todd jumped onto the kitchen table some three hours later. He turned to Pietro, who had finished the bag of gummy bears and half the Hershey Kisses.
"You heard 'bout the 'Wal-Mart' thing?" He asked, snatching a Kiss from the table with his tongue and eating it.
"Yeah," Pietro screwed up his face. "They call that romantic?"
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Last Note: I'm sorry it took me an extra day to get this chapter up, I had to babysit for 5 hours! (oh.my.god. I do NOT do three year olds!! lol)
That's the end, guys! I had fun writing it, and I hope you liked reading it! Please don't forget to review, I'd love to hear from you!