NOTE: This chapter was especially hard to write, so I'd really welcome
suggestions on how to tackle the rogue/remy thing because I don't have any
experience with it. Thanks!
Rogue flopped onto her stomach and sighed a little as she watched the last scene of "When Harry Met Sally," and threw a furtive glance over her shoulder to make sure no one had caught her watching this totally un-Rogue- like movie. Good, no one. Practically everyone in the mansion was busy or out, and for once she could have the TV to herself. Rogue stopped the tape and padded into the kitchen for more snacks. She wondered what Remy was doing.. Had he decided to go to the post-game party like practically everyone at Bayville High? Was he even registered there as a student? She guessed he was maybe about 2 or 3 years older than her...so he'd be a senior. It wasn't ~that~ big of an age difference... "What in hell am I doing thinking about his age for! It's not like ~I'm~ going to date him," Rogue tried to mutter, unconvincingly.
But still..she had heard the Professor say that Remy was going to be attending Bayville first thing Monday. With those eyes and that smile, he's probably going to have to fight off all the girls, Rogue thought, irritated all of a sudden. Rogue spotted a cream pie at the back of the fridge, and reached for it, trying to wrestle it from two giant bottles of Coke. To her dismay the cream pie released all of a sudden, and smeared all over her face. "GREAT!" Rogue exclaimed, as she looked at the reflection of her cream covered face and arms in the shiny metal refrigerator door.
"Something the matter, p'tite?" a soft, amused voice not far away inquired. No..it couldn't be. Rogue clenched her teeth, and closed the refrigerator door. Yes..it was. Remy LeBeau stood leaning against the kitchen entrance, looking totally perfect as usual. And I'm the cream pie monster of Bayville, Rogue thought darkly.
"NO, I'm FINE. Why? Don't I look FINE?" Rogue asked through clenched teeth, trying to look as dignified as she could with drops of cream falling from her face. Gross...I wonder what he's thinking, no, wait, I don't ~care~ what he thinks! Rogue thought resolutely as she gave him her fiercest glare.
"You always look beautiful, chere. But maybe a little angry.and embarrassed," Remy observed wisely, with a crooked smile that sent her heart doing weird little flips.
"So good of you to notice, LeBeau," Rogue tried to say as caustically as possible as she turned her back to him and went to the sink to wash her face. When she had finished and turned around, he was STILL there. No sunglasses this time, Rogue noted absently, as she felt herself observing his amazing eyes for the second time that week. Get a grip! Rogue reminded herself immediately, as a wave of heat enveloped her face.
"What are you doing up here all alone, chere?" Remy inquired, with the same smile, seemingly totally unperturbed by her hostile front.
"I'm TRYING to watch a movie only it's impossible with a certain Cajun's haunting my every step," Rogue countered, crossing her arms. She winced inwardly as she Remy's eyes narrow a little. Why am I always like that to him? Rogue wondered, moistening her suddenly parched lips. Maybe it was because he was the only one that was so persistent in his quest to understand her. And the more she pushed him away, the stronger he kept coming back. Rogue just couldn't understand it. What did he ~want~ from her? "Are you here just to see me make a fool of myself or do you have nothing better to do?" Rogue retorted stubbornly, feeling horrible at the way his deep scarlet eyes flickered with hurt.
Remy cleared his throat but never lifted his gaze from her as he replied evenly, "Actually, I only tried to find you because I wanted to say sorry."
"Oh.I-I see," Rogue whispered, her cheeks scarlet with shame. She looked down at her hands. "Sorry for what?"
"For the other day. I.said some things that it wasn't my place to say. I'll be out of your hair now chere, don' worry," Remy finished firmly, and turned to go, his trench coat swishing around his knees.
"Wait," Rogue called out desperately. Remy halted in his tracks, and turned smoothly to face her, waiting. Oh, jeez. Rogue bit her lip, trying to avoid looking at him. "Um.I'm.uh, sorry too. And, you don't have to go.um, that is, if you don't want to. Maybe you could..keep me company," Rogue stumbled over the words awkwardly, swiping at a dark lock of hair that fell insistently across her forehead. When she looked up finally, instead of the laughter she'd expected, Remy sent her heart-stopping smile, his eyes glinting with pleasure. Rogue had to force herself not to smile, and only half-succeeded as a small grin formed at the corners of her mouth.
"Remy can hardly turn down an invitation issued so gracefully," Remy teased, folding his long legs as he settled onto the couch next to her.
"Ah knew you'd make fun of me!" Rogue said indignantly. "I don't know why I even bother!"
Remy let out a rich deep chuckle that made her heart flutter again. Why is that happening? Rogue thought as she stretched her own legs out, sneaking a small look at him from the corner of her eyes. His eyes were blazing brighter than ever, and he looked relaxed and really ..sexy. Whoah! Where did ~that~ come from! Rogue gulped, as Remy turned to look at her. Great, he caught me staring, Rogue thought frantically. But Remy did nothing to indicate he'd noticed except to give her an amused smile.
"So what are we watching p'tite?" Remy asked her, reaching for the remote control.
"Uh.Die Hard!" Rogue blurted out, as she tried to grab the remote. She had to get it before he saw that..
Remy hit play and raised an eyebrow as the credits for "When Harry met Sally" rolled down the screen. "Die Hard, huh chére?" Remy teased, as Rogue snatched the remote from him and leapt off the sofa to eject the tape, wincing as a soft love ballad played with the credits.
"Shut up Frenchy."
"Sorry chére," Remy quipped, kneeling next to her as she rifled through the video pile once again.
"So what do you want to watch?" Rogue asked tentatively.
"How about dis'?" Remy asked, holding up a tape. It was 'French Kiss', another one of Meg Ryan's movies that Rogue secretly loved.sorta. How ironic that he would pick that, Rogue thought wryly. Is he making fun of me? But when Rogue looked up, Remy's eyes were serious.
"Great!" Rogue piped up. "I mean.whatever floats your boat, Cajun."
"Chére, dere's no shame in liking a good love story you know?" Remy commented, with a look at her.
"Maybe," Rogue said grudgingly. "And the name's Rogue, not "chére"," Rogue said, hands on her hips.
"Is that so...chere?" Remy asked slyly.
"Yeah it is..Frenchy," Rogue replied casually, with a look at him. They both burst out laughing. There really was no point trying to put up a facade in front of him, Rogue thought, oddly happy for some reason. He always saw right through it..and the amazing thing was, he didn't seem to care.
* so what'd you guys think??? Hehe.
Rogue flopped onto her stomach and sighed a little as she watched the last scene of "When Harry Met Sally," and threw a furtive glance over her shoulder to make sure no one had caught her watching this totally un-Rogue- like movie. Good, no one. Practically everyone in the mansion was busy or out, and for once she could have the TV to herself. Rogue stopped the tape and padded into the kitchen for more snacks. She wondered what Remy was doing.. Had he decided to go to the post-game party like practically everyone at Bayville High? Was he even registered there as a student? She guessed he was maybe about 2 or 3 years older than her...so he'd be a senior. It wasn't ~that~ big of an age difference... "What in hell am I doing thinking about his age for! It's not like ~I'm~ going to date him," Rogue tried to mutter, unconvincingly.
But still..she had heard the Professor say that Remy was going to be attending Bayville first thing Monday. With those eyes and that smile, he's probably going to have to fight off all the girls, Rogue thought, irritated all of a sudden. Rogue spotted a cream pie at the back of the fridge, and reached for it, trying to wrestle it from two giant bottles of Coke. To her dismay the cream pie released all of a sudden, and smeared all over her face. "GREAT!" Rogue exclaimed, as she looked at the reflection of her cream covered face and arms in the shiny metal refrigerator door.
"Something the matter, p'tite?" a soft, amused voice not far away inquired. No..it couldn't be. Rogue clenched her teeth, and closed the refrigerator door. Yes..it was. Remy LeBeau stood leaning against the kitchen entrance, looking totally perfect as usual. And I'm the cream pie monster of Bayville, Rogue thought darkly.
"NO, I'm FINE. Why? Don't I look FINE?" Rogue asked through clenched teeth, trying to look as dignified as she could with drops of cream falling from her face. Gross...I wonder what he's thinking, no, wait, I don't ~care~ what he thinks! Rogue thought resolutely as she gave him her fiercest glare.
"You always look beautiful, chere. But maybe a little angry.and embarrassed," Remy observed wisely, with a crooked smile that sent her heart doing weird little flips.
"So good of you to notice, LeBeau," Rogue tried to say as caustically as possible as she turned her back to him and went to the sink to wash her face. When she had finished and turned around, he was STILL there. No sunglasses this time, Rogue noted absently, as she felt herself observing his amazing eyes for the second time that week. Get a grip! Rogue reminded herself immediately, as a wave of heat enveloped her face.
"What are you doing up here all alone, chere?" Remy inquired, with the same smile, seemingly totally unperturbed by her hostile front.
"I'm TRYING to watch a movie only it's impossible with a certain Cajun's haunting my every step," Rogue countered, crossing her arms. She winced inwardly as she Remy's eyes narrow a little. Why am I always like that to him? Rogue wondered, moistening her suddenly parched lips. Maybe it was because he was the only one that was so persistent in his quest to understand her. And the more she pushed him away, the stronger he kept coming back. Rogue just couldn't understand it. What did he ~want~ from her? "Are you here just to see me make a fool of myself or do you have nothing better to do?" Rogue retorted stubbornly, feeling horrible at the way his deep scarlet eyes flickered with hurt.
Remy cleared his throat but never lifted his gaze from her as he replied evenly, "Actually, I only tried to find you because I wanted to say sorry."
"Oh.I-I see," Rogue whispered, her cheeks scarlet with shame. She looked down at her hands. "Sorry for what?"
"For the other day. I.said some things that it wasn't my place to say. I'll be out of your hair now chere, don' worry," Remy finished firmly, and turned to go, his trench coat swishing around his knees.
"Wait," Rogue called out desperately. Remy halted in his tracks, and turned smoothly to face her, waiting. Oh, jeez. Rogue bit her lip, trying to avoid looking at him. "Um.I'm.uh, sorry too. And, you don't have to go.um, that is, if you don't want to. Maybe you could..keep me company," Rogue stumbled over the words awkwardly, swiping at a dark lock of hair that fell insistently across her forehead. When she looked up finally, instead of the laughter she'd expected, Remy sent her heart-stopping smile, his eyes glinting with pleasure. Rogue had to force herself not to smile, and only half-succeeded as a small grin formed at the corners of her mouth.
"Remy can hardly turn down an invitation issued so gracefully," Remy teased, folding his long legs as he settled onto the couch next to her.
"Ah knew you'd make fun of me!" Rogue said indignantly. "I don't know why I even bother!"
Remy let out a rich deep chuckle that made her heart flutter again. Why is that happening? Rogue thought as she stretched her own legs out, sneaking a small look at him from the corner of her eyes. His eyes were blazing brighter than ever, and he looked relaxed and really ..sexy. Whoah! Where did ~that~ come from! Rogue gulped, as Remy turned to look at her. Great, he caught me staring, Rogue thought frantically. But Remy did nothing to indicate he'd noticed except to give her an amused smile.
"So what are we watching p'tite?" Remy asked her, reaching for the remote control.
"Uh.Die Hard!" Rogue blurted out, as she tried to grab the remote. She had to get it before he saw that..
Remy hit play and raised an eyebrow as the credits for "When Harry met Sally" rolled down the screen. "Die Hard, huh chére?" Remy teased, as Rogue snatched the remote from him and leapt off the sofa to eject the tape, wincing as a soft love ballad played with the credits.
"Shut up Frenchy."
"Sorry chére," Remy quipped, kneeling next to her as she rifled through the video pile once again.
"So what do you want to watch?" Rogue asked tentatively.
"How about dis'?" Remy asked, holding up a tape. It was 'French Kiss', another one of Meg Ryan's movies that Rogue secretly loved.sorta. How ironic that he would pick that, Rogue thought wryly. Is he making fun of me? But when Rogue looked up, Remy's eyes were serious.
"Great!" Rogue piped up. "I mean.whatever floats your boat, Cajun."
"Chére, dere's no shame in liking a good love story you know?" Remy commented, with a look at her.
"Maybe," Rogue said grudgingly. "And the name's Rogue, not "chére"," Rogue said, hands on her hips.
"Is that so...chere?" Remy asked slyly.
"Yeah it is..Frenchy," Rogue replied casually, with a look at him. They both burst out laughing. There really was no point trying to put up a facade in front of him, Rogue thought, oddly happy for some reason. He always saw right through it..and the amazing thing was, he didn't seem to care.
* so what'd you guys think??? Hehe.