The Chinaberry Tree outside her Window
By: Ariesque
Last Updated: 8-30-03
Genre: Humor/Romance/Drama
Rated: PG for language
Disclaimer [that I forgot to put on Ch.1]: Don't own X-Men Evo, but the places in Bayville I do.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long delay. Had to catch up with my European History homework before class started. Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed, especially to those who urged me to continue. Sad episode today. Rogue shouldn't have knocked Mystique off the cliff. It's not good karma, that's for sure. And now we know Piotr is under Magneto's hold because he has his family. But with Magneto gone [or possessed] because of Apocolypse, what'll happen to the dear Acolytes?
Chapter Two
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December 12, 2003
"So Remy didn't tahlk tah her?" asked Sam. They were unpacking his suitcase now, which wasn't easy. For his roadtrip, he had managed to spend more than he could carry.
"Not that time, no," answered Jubilation, who lifted out his boxers from his bag. Sam snatched them away, but wasn't let off without a giggle. "He came back a week later though, because that was when Logan found out I had myself Raccoon."
September 27, 2003
There is a fine line between anger and annoyance, and Jubilation had crossed through both at the same time with Logan. He was in another bad mood this day, having lost his shaver and no coffee for the morning all in one week, and just discovered somebody had eaten his Goldfish crackers.
He wasn't exactly a happy camper, to say the least.
Ororo told him to forget about it, that the crackers and shaver would soon be replaced, and he'd have his coffee back as soon as she had the baby.
But for many people, four months is too long to wait. So, Logan, in an effort to please himself, hopped into the X-Jeep and drove to the nearby supermarket. Little did he know that the exact time he left, Jubilation had discovered Raccoon was missing.
Jubilation kept him in her laundry basket, and always took him out to feed him. But this morning, things were just too hectic: there was science homework she hadn't finished, meetings she had to cover with the Student Council, and breakfast to eat herself with the other housemates.
When she had accomplished these things, she flew up the stairs, biscuits in hand, and went directly to the hamper to find that Raccoon had escaped! She feared the worst: the balcony, the window, the stairs, the garage, the street--he could be anywhere. But anywhere is not cutting to the chase.
Raccoon had slipped from her room and managed to sneak into the X-Jeep, which, if you all recall, was being driven by no other than Logan!
The grumpy Canadian, happy to have bought the shaver, his crackers, and some coffee at Clairemont's, loaded into the Jeep once again. He placed the just- bought goods into the passenger seat and suddenly smelled something foul close by. His first thought was Sabertooth, but then he rethought it and decided it was a dead squirrel he probably ran over on the way there.
Then, when he was cruising a nice fifty miles per hour over the speed limit, he smelled it again...and this time, he knew it couldn't be just any dead squirrel...for when he looked at the passenger seat again, there, seated smugly next to his coffee, was a -raccoon-...and it was eating his GOLDFISH CRACKERS!!!
This was just too much for the guy. He unsheathed his claws, and, with a hand still on the steering wheel, tried to stab the creature, who, seeing that it was in danger, leapt up and landed on the coffee.
"Oh for the Love of God," spat Logan, who snatched the drink from its place in the cup holder, only to have it spill all over his hand. In his surprise, he dropped the cup and it landed on his thigh...and before you could even cry, "Jumping Xavier's Wheelchair," the X-Jeep was rammed into the side of the wall of Xavier's Institute's gate.
Logan kicked open the door and fell out, his head hurting more than anything else. He laid himself down and stared up at nothing, until the raccoon climbed unto his chest, cocked his head, and with a mouthful of Goldfish, began to run away. But Logan was faster and had the varmint in his hand within a moment, the need to kill gleaming in his eye.
"You'll wish you never met me...especially spilling--eating! My..." Logan started, but just as he was about to stab the creature, there came a familiar voice, shouting, "Logan! Don't!"
Both mutant and animal glanced up to find Jubilation running to them, her arms flying everywhere. "He's mine!" she cried, taking the raccoon from Logan and giving it a hefty hug. Logan, dumbfounded, rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced.
"Are you all right?" she asked him, when she was done kissing her pet, which Logan defiantly growled at.
"Am I -all right-??! Burning my crotch, staining my jeans, having my crackers eaten, and the X-Jeep damaged!!! Does that even come NEAR to ALL RIGHT??!!" Jubilation shrugged.
"There's no need to scream," she replied, haughtily. Logan, apparently fed up, took the raccoon from Jubilation and with a mighty toss, landed the animal a good mile or so away from the Institute.
"That'll teach you to bring your stupid pets into this manor!" he spat, and taking up the remains of what he had bought, began the long walk to the front door.
...
Rogue heard the sniveling even before she opened her door. Ororo had told her about the happenings of earlier today, and she knew Jubilation was out all day, looking for the raccoon she had managed to keep. But now, the sniffs and whimpers spoke to her that the search was unsuccessful, and even with the willpower, Jubilation had come back empty-handed. Rogue glanced at the Asian, moved. Even though she was annoying with too much of her confidence, Jubilation Rogue liked, especially because she could stand up to Logan any time.
Which was why she went up to the girl, offering to help her best she could. Jubilation was much appreciative. She led Rogue to the forest in front of the Institute, hoping to strike gold this time. They searched for a good half hour, before Rogue looked up and noticed somebody coming towards them. Jubilation called to the person, asking if they'd seen a raccoon about a foot long, and likes washing biscuits. There came a brief pause, before the person replied, "Jubes? Thet y'?"
"Remy!" Jubilation cried out, and when Rogue heard that name, she stiffened like the trees around her. But her companion took no notice and rushed to her friend, all the while telling him about Logan's treachery and Raccoon's evanescence. Remy laughed and listened, hugged her when she started to cry and patted her head when she giggled at his concern.
"Lucky f' y'," he said, taking out Raccoon behind his coat, "he found me 'fore he could git lost." Jubilation snatched Raccoon and promised over and over never to neglect feeding him again. That was when Remy noticed Rogue standing there, straight and tall, a face of frozen surprise for all to see. She wasn't planning on seeing him, obviously--but she wanted to. He saw her too, and if he were suspicious, he never looked it.
Rogue flushed when Jubilation turned to her, smiling. "Okay, Rogue," she said, happily, placing Raccoon under her arm, "we could go home now." But even though she knew she needed to move, Rogue couldn't: just stop and stare and gawk at Remy. He smirked something mysterious, and said, "Halo Rogue. Nice t' see y' agin." She blushed.
"Yah too," she muttered, and looked away. Jubilation whispered something to Remy, who turned and disappeared into the woods. Rogue never asked what she had told him, but even though she wanted to, she knew it had to do with her.
They turned back, saying nothing.
October 1, 2003
Remy leaned back in his chair, suppressing a yawn. He would've much rather been observing the Institute, but he was at Vianne Sueax, the freaky restaurant that Piotr and Lance managed to exploit themselves and tear the place practically to pieces a few months before [1]. The bells on the door sung; Remy looked up to see Jubilation, Raccoon under her arm, looking around with the most daunting of eyes. But when she saw him, her face lit, and she moved to the table, seating herself across from him and Raccoon in her lap.
"I've ordered you's favorite, Petit," he told her, offering Raccoon a biscuit. "Ham on rye with egg."
"You remembered," she grinned, as Raccoon snatched the treat. "But that's beside our lunch meeting."
"It must be important," Remy said, glass of gin in hand, "skippin' school t' see moi here." He drank the alcohol. Jubes shrugged.
"Evan and Kurt do it all the time," she replied, hotly, as the waitress placed the sandwich in front of her. She tore it in half and gave a piece to Raccoon. "Rogue said she wants to see you..." Remy choked on his drink. Jubes waited as he collected himself. "Again," she finally finished, stuffing the sandwich in her mouth.
Raccoon had taken to washing his biscuit in her glass of water. They watched him in silence, before Remy spoke.
"When?" He had wanted to say why, but when seemed more appropriate.
"When she's free," Jubilation returned, taking Raccoon off the table. "When you're free." Remy stared at his drink before finishing it with a single swig.
"I can't." His voice was empty, like his glass. Jubes frowned.
"Why not?"
"Because. She don't want t' see moi, Petit. She don't want anythin' t' do w' moi." He asked the waitress to give him another go. Jubilation reached out, placing her hand on his wrist.
"That's what you think." Remy rose an eyebrow, discerning. "Don't get me wrong, Gambit, but it takes a lot out of Rogue to ask for you when she's with John."
"Thet's my point, Petit. She's w' John." Jubilation withdrew her hand.
"Go see her. If not for her, than for yourself. You do want to see her, don't you?" Remy glanced at her. She had him there.
...
There was a chinaberry tree that stood outside Rogue's window. When Jean moved out, Rogue moved in, and the first thing she wanted to do was chop it down. But with Kitty's Institute Informative, petitions were posted to not have it torn down, being that it was the oldest tree on the lot. So Rogue lost, much to her dismay, and dreaded waking up to see its branches stretch outside her balcony door.
It was this tree that Remy had climbed to see her.
He hadn't planned on seeing her this way, but if you narrowed his choices down, this was practically the safest. Logan had his room the wing opposite Rogue's and the chinaberry tree was his natural ladder.
The clock struck midnight as Remy rested himself against the stump, and with minutes to spare, advanced branch upon branch until he had made it to the branch where it was low enough to jump unto the balcony. He landed softly, his movement sworn only as a result of the mild breeze, and with all the courage he could sum up, tapped lightly on the glass door.
He didn't expect Rogue to start up as she did, swinging her feet over the side of the bed to see who would be at her balcony door. Maybe she expected Kurt, who sometimes teleported in his sleep, though he never knew. But Rogue looked up to see Remy, and Remy she only saw, and only Remy she gaped at. He resisted grinning.
"Halo Rogue," he said, tapping again on the glass. The Southerner nodded. There was a slight pause, before Remy said, "So, y' just gonna stare at me like I'm an animal in de zoo, or will y' open dis door?" Rogue nodded again, this time, unlatching it and swinging it open so he could squeeze through.
It was awkward after that. Remy glanced around the room, remembering the times he sat at the foot of Jean's bed, reading to her the day's lesson in Chemistry, or sharing strawberry ice cream with her when she had gotten a B on her Calculus exam. The room held so many secrets, he wished he could burn it right then and there, but then he caught Rogue's reflection in the vanity mirror, and remembered whom he really came for. Turning to her, he said, "It's big, non?"
"Big," she muttered, as if to herself, and sat back on the bed. The clock on her dresser read 12:15 in glow-in-the-dark numbers. Remy recalled the times he had to come into Jean's room to shut off the alarm because she never got up for it. "How'd yah git 'ere, Rems?"
"I climbed thet dere chinaberry tree, 'course," he answered, nodding to the tree. Rogue stared at it, and shook her head.
"Dat thing isn't dah least bit fit tah be climbin', Gambit. Could've broken your neck, daresay." They exchanged confused looks, wondering if one thought they were concerned for the other. Then Gambit grinned.
"Anythin' t' see thet look on yur face," he replied, sweetly. Rogue blushed, lightly, and hoped he didn't see. But he saw, and he liked what he saw, and his grin widened. "An' I was wonderin' what y' could possibly put Jubilation through just t' git me back 'ere."
Rogue lost her words when she saw that grin, and didn't recall them until the end of his visit. He didn't stay a minute longer than he would've liked, because Logan could smell the dirt on an ant's back twenty miles away, or so Bobby reckons. Remy cautiously moved to the door, and Rogue followed, intrigued.
"So yah just gonna go lahke dat?" He turned to her, an eyebrow raised.
"What do y' think I should do? Stay?" he meant to say it indifferently, but his voice was blatantly tender. And it made Rogue blush harder.
"Ahre yah leavin'? Goin' back to Nawlins?" Remy stared at her.
"What's thet supposed t' mean?" he asked, suspiciously. Rogue wielded back, speechless.
"Nothin'! Ah mean, ahre yah comin' back here?" He smiled to himself. She tried to rephrase something that was impossible to rephrase. Remy had her, like she had him.
"Y'...want moi t' come back?" Rogue stood there, blankly.
"Suppose Ah should," she answered, quietly. Remy, who hadn't counted on this, told her he'd send notice with Jubilation and descended down the chinaberry tree.
"Suppose I should too," he whispered, and was gone. Suddenly, Rogue remembered what she forgot to mention: what notice? She had never sent Jubilation to get Remy to visit her. If at anything, it was all her proposition.
The Institute Informative ~ October 2, 2003
The balloon fight was spectacular. Bobby got me fifteen times, and I got Ray on his back. It was broken up though, by Mr. McCoy, who took up the remaining balloons and threw them at us himself.
Jubilation has gotten herself a raccoon, that she named Raccoon [very original indeed]. She says that he likes biscuits, but washes them before he eats them, so if anyone is so kind to bake him biscuits, please include a glass of water along with them.
Professor Xavier doesn't prefer me to use the expression "Jumping Xavier's wheelchair". He says it isn't becoming, but I'm beginning to wonder if anything is with that man.
And does anyone know how to get grass stains out without bleach? I fell down during the balloon fight, and got a gigantic grass stain across the front of my pink shirt.
Also, my other half says that he doesn't want anything for his birthday. I'd hate to see him so disappointed, so everyone pitch in for his birthday cake that I'll make.
--Kitty Pryde--
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[1] Reference to Snow in April: A Wedding Story, Chapter Six.
Sorry about the slow updating, hope none of you mind so much. School starts in two days, and I have to memorize five pages of homework before it does. My procrastination has finally caught up to me. :P Serves me right. Special thanks to BasiaM, Character Flaw, Tiffany Dincht, anime-lover10, and nasty-goth for including me on their favorites' lists! I feel so love :)
By: Ariesque
Last Updated: 8-30-03
Genre: Humor/Romance/Drama
Rated: PG for language
Disclaimer [that I forgot to put on Ch.1]: Don't own X-Men Evo, but the places in Bayville I do.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long delay. Had to catch up with my European History homework before class started. Anyway, thanks to all who reviewed, especially to those who urged me to continue. Sad episode today. Rogue shouldn't have knocked Mystique off the cliff. It's not good karma, that's for sure. And now we know Piotr is under Magneto's hold because he has his family. But with Magneto gone [or possessed] because of Apocolypse, what'll happen to the dear Acolytes?
Chapter Two
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December 12, 2003
"So Remy didn't tahlk tah her?" asked Sam. They were unpacking his suitcase now, which wasn't easy. For his roadtrip, he had managed to spend more than he could carry.
"Not that time, no," answered Jubilation, who lifted out his boxers from his bag. Sam snatched them away, but wasn't let off without a giggle. "He came back a week later though, because that was when Logan found out I had myself Raccoon."
September 27, 2003
There is a fine line between anger and annoyance, and Jubilation had crossed through both at the same time with Logan. He was in another bad mood this day, having lost his shaver and no coffee for the morning all in one week, and just discovered somebody had eaten his Goldfish crackers.
He wasn't exactly a happy camper, to say the least.
Ororo told him to forget about it, that the crackers and shaver would soon be replaced, and he'd have his coffee back as soon as she had the baby.
But for many people, four months is too long to wait. So, Logan, in an effort to please himself, hopped into the X-Jeep and drove to the nearby supermarket. Little did he know that the exact time he left, Jubilation had discovered Raccoon was missing.
Jubilation kept him in her laundry basket, and always took him out to feed him. But this morning, things were just too hectic: there was science homework she hadn't finished, meetings she had to cover with the Student Council, and breakfast to eat herself with the other housemates.
When she had accomplished these things, she flew up the stairs, biscuits in hand, and went directly to the hamper to find that Raccoon had escaped! She feared the worst: the balcony, the window, the stairs, the garage, the street--he could be anywhere. But anywhere is not cutting to the chase.
Raccoon had slipped from her room and managed to sneak into the X-Jeep, which, if you all recall, was being driven by no other than Logan!
The grumpy Canadian, happy to have bought the shaver, his crackers, and some coffee at Clairemont's, loaded into the Jeep once again. He placed the just- bought goods into the passenger seat and suddenly smelled something foul close by. His first thought was Sabertooth, but then he rethought it and decided it was a dead squirrel he probably ran over on the way there.
Then, when he was cruising a nice fifty miles per hour over the speed limit, he smelled it again...and this time, he knew it couldn't be just any dead squirrel...for when he looked at the passenger seat again, there, seated smugly next to his coffee, was a -raccoon-...and it was eating his GOLDFISH CRACKERS!!!
This was just too much for the guy. He unsheathed his claws, and, with a hand still on the steering wheel, tried to stab the creature, who, seeing that it was in danger, leapt up and landed on the coffee.
"Oh for the Love of God," spat Logan, who snatched the drink from its place in the cup holder, only to have it spill all over his hand. In his surprise, he dropped the cup and it landed on his thigh...and before you could even cry, "Jumping Xavier's Wheelchair," the X-Jeep was rammed into the side of the wall of Xavier's Institute's gate.
Logan kicked open the door and fell out, his head hurting more than anything else. He laid himself down and stared up at nothing, until the raccoon climbed unto his chest, cocked his head, and with a mouthful of Goldfish, began to run away. But Logan was faster and had the varmint in his hand within a moment, the need to kill gleaming in his eye.
"You'll wish you never met me...especially spilling--eating! My..." Logan started, but just as he was about to stab the creature, there came a familiar voice, shouting, "Logan! Don't!"
Both mutant and animal glanced up to find Jubilation running to them, her arms flying everywhere. "He's mine!" she cried, taking the raccoon from Logan and giving it a hefty hug. Logan, dumbfounded, rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced.
"Are you all right?" she asked him, when she was done kissing her pet, which Logan defiantly growled at.
"Am I -all right-??! Burning my crotch, staining my jeans, having my crackers eaten, and the X-Jeep damaged!!! Does that even come NEAR to ALL RIGHT??!!" Jubilation shrugged.
"There's no need to scream," she replied, haughtily. Logan, apparently fed up, took the raccoon from Jubilation and with a mighty toss, landed the animal a good mile or so away from the Institute.
"That'll teach you to bring your stupid pets into this manor!" he spat, and taking up the remains of what he had bought, began the long walk to the front door.
...
Rogue heard the sniveling even before she opened her door. Ororo had told her about the happenings of earlier today, and she knew Jubilation was out all day, looking for the raccoon she had managed to keep. But now, the sniffs and whimpers spoke to her that the search was unsuccessful, and even with the willpower, Jubilation had come back empty-handed. Rogue glanced at the Asian, moved. Even though she was annoying with too much of her confidence, Jubilation Rogue liked, especially because she could stand up to Logan any time.
Which was why she went up to the girl, offering to help her best she could. Jubilation was much appreciative. She led Rogue to the forest in front of the Institute, hoping to strike gold this time. They searched for a good half hour, before Rogue looked up and noticed somebody coming towards them. Jubilation called to the person, asking if they'd seen a raccoon about a foot long, and likes washing biscuits. There came a brief pause, before the person replied, "Jubes? Thet y'?"
"Remy!" Jubilation cried out, and when Rogue heard that name, she stiffened like the trees around her. But her companion took no notice and rushed to her friend, all the while telling him about Logan's treachery and Raccoon's evanescence. Remy laughed and listened, hugged her when she started to cry and patted her head when she giggled at his concern.
"Lucky f' y'," he said, taking out Raccoon behind his coat, "he found me 'fore he could git lost." Jubilation snatched Raccoon and promised over and over never to neglect feeding him again. That was when Remy noticed Rogue standing there, straight and tall, a face of frozen surprise for all to see. She wasn't planning on seeing him, obviously--but she wanted to. He saw her too, and if he were suspicious, he never looked it.
Rogue flushed when Jubilation turned to her, smiling. "Okay, Rogue," she said, happily, placing Raccoon under her arm, "we could go home now." But even though she knew she needed to move, Rogue couldn't: just stop and stare and gawk at Remy. He smirked something mysterious, and said, "Halo Rogue. Nice t' see y' agin." She blushed.
"Yah too," she muttered, and looked away. Jubilation whispered something to Remy, who turned and disappeared into the woods. Rogue never asked what she had told him, but even though she wanted to, she knew it had to do with her.
They turned back, saying nothing.
October 1, 2003
Remy leaned back in his chair, suppressing a yawn. He would've much rather been observing the Institute, but he was at Vianne Sueax, the freaky restaurant that Piotr and Lance managed to exploit themselves and tear the place practically to pieces a few months before [1]. The bells on the door sung; Remy looked up to see Jubilation, Raccoon under her arm, looking around with the most daunting of eyes. But when she saw him, her face lit, and she moved to the table, seating herself across from him and Raccoon in her lap.
"I've ordered you's favorite, Petit," he told her, offering Raccoon a biscuit. "Ham on rye with egg."
"You remembered," she grinned, as Raccoon snatched the treat. "But that's beside our lunch meeting."
"It must be important," Remy said, glass of gin in hand, "skippin' school t' see moi here." He drank the alcohol. Jubes shrugged.
"Evan and Kurt do it all the time," she replied, hotly, as the waitress placed the sandwich in front of her. She tore it in half and gave a piece to Raccoon. "Rogue said she wants to see you..." Remy choked on his drink. Jubes waited as he collected himself. "Again," she finally finished, stuffing the sandwich in her mouth.
Raccoon had taken to washing his biscuit in her glass of water. They watched him in silence, before Remy spoke.
"When?" He had wanted to say why, but when seemed more appropriate.
"When she's free," Jubilation returned, taking Raccoon off the table. "When you're free." Remy stared at his drink before finishing it with a single swig.
"I can't." His voice was empty, like his glass. Jubes frowned.
"Why not?"
"Because. She don't want t' see moi, Petit. She don't want anythin' t' do w' moi." He asked the waitress to give him another go. Jubilation reached out, placing her hand on his wrist.
"That's what you think." Remy rose an eyebrow, discerning. "Don't get me wrong, Gambit, but it takes a lot out of Rogue to ask for you when she's with John."
"Thet's my point, Petit. She's w' John." Jubilation withdrew her hand.
"Go see her. If not for her, than for yourself. You do want to see her, don't you?" Remy glanced at her. She had him there.
...
There was a chinaberry tree that stood outside Rogue's window. When Jean moved out, Rogue moved in, and the first thing she wanted to do was chop it down. But with Kitty's Institute Informative, petitions were posted to not have it torn down, being that it was the oldest tree on the lot. So Rogue lost, much to her dismay, and dreaded waking up to see its branches stretch outside her balcony door.
It was this tree that Remy had climbed to see her.
He hadn't planned on seeing her this way, but if you narrowed his choices down, this was practically the safest. Logan had his room the wing opposite Rogue's and the chinaberry tree was his natural ladder.
The clock struck midnight as Remy rested himself against the stump, and with minutes to spare, advanced branch upon branch until he had made it to the branch where it was low enough to jump unto the balcony. He landed softly, his movement sworn only as a result of the mild breeze, and with all the courage he could sum up, tapped lightly on the glass door.
He didn't expect Rogue to start up as she did, swinging her feet over the side of the bed to see who would be at her balcony door. Maybe she expected Kurt, who sometimes teleported in his sleep, though he never knew. But Rogue looked up to see Remy, and Remy she only saw, and only Remy she gaped at. He resisted grinning.
"Halo Rogue," he said, tapping again on the glass. The Southerner nodded. There was a slight pause, before Remy said, "So, y' just gonna stare at me like I'm an animal in de zoo, or will y' open dis door?" Rogue nodded again, this time, unlatching it and swinging it open so he could squeeze through.
It was awkward after that. Remy glanced around the room, remembering the times he sat at the foot of Jean's bed, reading to her the day's lesson in Chemistry, or sharing strawberry ice cream with her when she had gotten a B on her Calculus exam. The room held so many secrets, he wished he could burn it right then and there, but then he caught Rogue's reflection in the vanity mirror, and remembered whom he really came for. Turning to her, he said, "It's big, non?"
"Big," she muttered, as if to herself, and sat back on the bed. The clock on her dresser read 12:15 in glow-in-the-dark numbers. Remy recalled the times he had to come into Jean's room to shut off the alarm because she never got up for it. "How'd yah git 'ere, Rems?"
"I climbed thet dere chinaberry tree, 'course," he answered, nodding to the tree. Rogue stared at it, and shook her head.
"Dat thing isn't dah least bit fit tah be climbin', Gambit. Could've broken your neck, daresay." They exchanged confused looks, wondering if one thought they were concerned for the other. Then Gambit grinned.
"Anythin' t' see thet look on yur face," he replied, sweetly. Rogue blushed, lightly, and hoped he didn't see. But he saw, and he liked what he saw, and his grin widened. "An' I was wonderin' what y' could possibly put Jubilation through just t' git me back 'ere."
Rogue lost her words when she saw that grin, and didn't recall them until the end of his visit. He didn't stay a minute longer than he would've liked, because Logan could smell the dirt on an ant's back twenty miles away, or so Bobby reckons. Remy cautiously moved to the door, and Rogue followed, intrigued.
"So yah just gonna go lahke dat?" He turned to her, an eyebrow raised.
"What do y' think I should do? Stay?" he meant to say it indifferently, but his voice was blatantly tender. And it made Rogue blush harder.
"Ahre yah leavin'? Goin' back to Nawlins?" Remy stared at her.
"What's thet supposed t' mean?" he asked, suspiciously. Rogue wielded back, speechless.
"Nothin'! Ah mean, ahre yah comin' back here?" He smiled to himself. She tried to rephrase something that was impossible to rephrase. Remy had her, like she had him.
"Y'...want moi t' come back?" Rogue stood there, blankly.
"Suppose Ah should," she answered, quietly. Remy, who hadn't counted on this, told her he'd send notice with Jubilation and descended down the chinaberry tree.
"Suppose I should too," he whispered, and was gone. Suddenly, Rogue remembered what she forgot to mention: what notice? She had never sent Jubilation to get Remy to visit her. If at anything, it was all her proposition.
The Institute Informative ~ October 2, 2003
The balloon fight was spectacular. Bobby got me fifteen times, and I got Ray on his back. It was broken up though, by Mr. McCoy, who took up the remaining balloons and threw them at us himself.
Jubilation has gotten herself a raccoon, that she named Raccoon [very original indeed]. She says that he likes biscuits, but washes them before he eats them, so if anyone is so kind to bake him biscuits, please include a glass of water along with them.
Professor Xavier doesn't prefer me to use the expression "Jumping Xavier's wheelchair". He says it isn't becoming, but I'm beginning to wonder if anything is with that man.
And does anyone know how to get grass stains out without bleach? I fell down during the balloon fight, and got a gigantic grass stain across the front of my pink shirt.
Also, my other half says that he doesn't want anything for his birthday. I'd hate to see him so disappointed, so everyone pitch in for his birthday cake that I'll make.
--Kitty Pryde--
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
[1] Reference to Snow in April: A Wedding Story, Chapter Six.
Sorry about the slow updating, hope none of you mind so much. School starts in two days, and I have to memorize five pages of homework before it does. My procrastination has finally caught up to me. :P Serves me right. Special thanks to BasiaM, Character Flaw, Tiffany Dincht, anime-lover10, and nasty-goth for including me on their favorites' lists! I feel so love :)