NOTE: Oh my god, I can't believe it's been 6 months....I'm horrible. Maybe
it's karma that I failed my driving test today for not updating.... So here
goes: I'm really really really really sorry! Please find it in your hearts
to review because it's all that motivates me, honestly....and now that I'm
home for the summer, I promise I will update and finish this story! This is
me bowing down and begging forgiveness (
Rogue practically fell out of bed at the shrill sound of Jubilee's alarm. Blinking her eyes sleepily, she stared in surprise as neither one of her comatose roommates made any move to shut it off. Not even Kitty, who made it a freakish habit to get up earlier than everyone else.....even on weekends. She must be really tired, Rogue thought, glancing wryly at Kitty who was snoring lightly face down on her pillow.
"Jubilee, shut your alarm off will ya!" Rogue yelled after two minutes of the piercing alarm. Jubilee barely moved. Rogue threw a scrunchie at her and was rewarded with Jubilee glaring at her out of one eye.
"What? It's a Saturday for god's sake!"
"Yeah, and it's also the day of the Carnival," Rogue reminded her impatiently, and nudged Kitty. "Come on guys, Jean is waiting downstairs to give us our booth assignments."
"Oh yippee, I can't wait to hear what she gave me," Jubilee grumbled, as she climbed out of bed. Rogue smiled wryly at that, thinking that a mere month ago those words would have probably would have been coming out of her mouth. But, somehow, her dislike for the popular telepath had slowly been ebbing away. Maybe they would never be friends, but Rogue knew she finally understood Jean. She can't help being such a responsible do-gooder, just like......just like Scott, Rogue realized slowly.
But Scott likes me now, Rogue thought frustrated. Or did he? He certainly had been hanging around her a lot lately and pointedly ignoring Jean. But then again he'd also been throwing these weird mopey lovelorn looks at Jean when he thought Rogue wasn't watching. Rogue bit her lip, surprised at how little she cared now whether Scott really was pining away for Jean.
But she didn't want to think about that right now. Rather, she wanted to get the whole Carnival over. Bobbing for apples and telling someone's fortune wasn't exactly her idea of fun. Rogue hesitated only slightly before pulling out a short black skirt paired with a scoop necked tank top and simple earrings. She left her hair shining and loose around her shoulders and completed the look with light make-up. Rogue paused, while looking at her reflection with a slight frown. "Who exactly am ah getting' all dressed up for anyway?" Rogue muttered to herself, shaking her head. It wasn't as if Scott was complimenting her right and left......not quite like Remy had anyway.
Ugh, Ah can't believe I'm comparing them, Rogue thought disgusted with herself for even entertaining thoughts of someone who had made it clear he just enjoyed playing mind games with her. They're like night and day anyway, Rogue thought firmly, and some upstart Cajun is the last person ah need in my life right now. But she was still feeling incredibly guilty for leaving him with all craft work for the Carnival while she had gone out on an admittedly boring date with Scott. Bowling and afterwards a pleasant but rather bland conversation about summer vacations over a milkshake. It was nice, Rogue thought adamantly, guilty at how unfair she was being to Scott. So what if it wasn't like cruising around on the back of a motorcycle..... "Like ah want to ride on that death machine again," Rogue muttered again, but her breath caught when she remembered how exhilarating it had been.....
Skipping downstairs, Rogue was surprised to see Scott and Jean in the main hall, each standing uncomfortably. They looked visibly relieved to see her, although Jean's eyes cooled slightly. God who would've thought Jean Grey would ever be jealous of me, Rogue marveled, wierded out by the whole situation.
"Hey Rogue, ready to go?" Scott said with forced brightness, followed by a glance at Jean's tightening face.
"Um....yeah, I guess. What booth am I running, Jean?....Jean?" Rogue repeated, waving a hand in front of Jean who was staring witheringly at Scott. At the sound of her name called, Jean focused immediately and glanced down at her clipboard.
"Fortune telling."
Before Rogue could protest, a husky laugh sounded behind her. "Sounds like just the thing for you, chere."
Trying to ignore the hitch in her heart at his presence, Rogue mustered up a half-hearted glare for Remy. "Real funny, I'm in stitches," Rogue said sarcastically, hating the flush that had already begun working its way up her neck. "What are you here for anyway, besides making fun of me?"
"Remy's volunteered to be in charge of the kissing booth," Jean informed her, trying to smother a laugh at the mutinous look in Rogue's eyes.
"Oh really?" Rogue said through clenched teeth. Kissing booth? Ugh, the nerve of him!
"Mhmm, yeah, I figured in addition to just doing some crafts, dis Cajun ought to take a more active part. Y'know, help out some of the pretty filles," Remy said innocently, but a smile tugged at his lips. Rogue looked away, feeling a tumultuous mix of indignation and longing. Why do ah even care? Rogue thought angrily.
"That's nice of LeBeau, isn't it Rogue?" Scott said absently, stealing a glance at Jean again.
"Oh yeah, he's a real humanitarian," Rogue snapped, flushing again at the way Remy was looking at her. Remy's eyes grew warmer and warmer, until Rogue felt as if she were burned by the intensity of his gaze. She had to look away...but she couldn't.
"I can help you run the fortune telling booth," Scott interrupted helpfully.
"That would be great," Rogue said firmly, choosing to ignore the mockery in Remy's eyes at Scott's suggestion.
"Actually, Scott, I assigned you to help me judge the costume contest," Jean said, avoiding Scott's surprised look.
"Uh..well, sorry Rogue, are you sure you can manage without my help?" Scott asked doubtfully.
"She's tellin' fortunes not lifting weights, homme," Remy interjected sardonically, his words mirroring Rogue's own thoughts. How irritating that he seemed to know exactly how she was feeling, Rogue thought, biting her lip.
"Well, he was just tryin' to be nice, ya ought to try it sometime," Rogue shot back.
"Au contraire, cherie, I'm very nice, mebbe you jus don't notice," Remy said smoothly, running a hand through his unruly hair. The movement was so sexy that Rogue saw even prim Jean's eyes glued to the Cajun, causing a rush of jealousy to shoot through her.
Scott cleared his throat. "Maybe we should go now, we don't want to be late."
"No, we certainly wouldn't want that," Remy muttered, scrunching his eyebrows up in a perfect imitation of Scott. Rogue turned her laugh into a quick cough, refusing to give in to her traitorous thoughts. Scott's responsible and...nice, really really nice, Rogue repeated. And that was the problem. Nice didn't always mean he was right for her. Didn't Remy say something like that to her? Oh great, now ah'm quoting him, Rogue groaned inwardly.
Scott shot Remy a thin-lipped glare but said nothing. Why didn't he ever say anything? Rogue thought, wondering why she was thinking about this now. Because he's a lot more mature than Remy is, Rogue thought. Too mature, a voice pestered her. There's no point in doin' this to yourself, Rogue thought angrily, because it was obvious that Remy was all wrong for her. He was brash, jovial, and flighty....and yet caring, honorable, and exciting at the same time. Damn him, Rogue thought, her green eyes swimming as she stared at Scott and found herself yet again thinking of Remy. Always Remy. Ah wish he'd just get out of mah head, Rogue thought and whisking a stray tear away with one glove, made to follow Scott and Jean to the car. But as she turned to leave, Remy caught her hand, and jerked it so she faced him.
Before he could say anything, Rogue swallowed hard. She had to get away from the Cajun that had, in a few short weeks, made her so confused she was questioning everything. "If you have something negative to say about Scott, save it, because ah like him!" Rogue began hotly. She waited for him to say something to the contrary but Remy's trademark smirk didn't appear. The flash of hurt in the depths of his scarlet eyes disappeared before she could ponder over it.
"Wasn't even gonna bother t'say it. Just go on, don' wanna keep your boyfriend waiting," Remy said smoothly, and took off in the direction of the garage after giving her a little nod.
Rogue watched him go, equal parts hurt and outraged at his presumptuous behavior. "Well, ah hope you have a great time too, you jerk!" Rogue yelled after him, and furiously stomped out to Scott's car. She'd show him. Today, ah'll ask Scott to prom, Rogue vowed. It would be the perfect way to stop thinking of Remy once and for all.
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Rogue practically fell out of bed at the shrill sound of Jubilee's alarm. Blinking her eyes sleepily, she stared in surprise as neither one of her comatose roommates made any move to shut it off. Not even Kitty, who made it a freakish habit to get up earlier than everyone else.....even on weekends. She must be really tired, Rogue thought, glancing wryly at Kitty who was snoring lightly face down on her pillow.
"Jubilee, shut your alarm off will ya!" Rogue yelled after two minutes of the piercing alarm. Jubilee barely moved. Rogue threw a scrunchie at her and was rewarded with Jubilee glaring at her out of one eye.
"What? It's a Saturday for god's sake!"
"Yeah, and it's also the day of the Carnival," Rogue reminded her impatiently, and nudged Kitty. "Come on guys, Jean is waiting downstairs to give us our booth assignments."
"Oh yippee, I can't wait to hear what she gave me," Jubilee grumbled, as she climbed out of bed. Rogue smiled wryly at that, thinking that a mere month ago those words would have probably would have been coming out of her mouth. But, somehow, her dislike for the popular telepath had slowly been ebbing away. Maybe they would never be friends, but Rogue knew she finally understood Jean. She can't help being such a responsible do-gooder, just like......just like Scott, Rogue realized slowly.
But Scott likes me now, Rogue thought frustrated. Or did he? He certainly had been hanging around her a lot lately and pointedly ignoring Jean. But then again he'd also been throwing these weird mopey lovelorn looks at Jean when he thought Rogue wasn't watching. Rogue bit her lip, surprised at how little she cared now whether Scott really was pining away for Jean.
But she didn't want to think about that right now. Rather, she wanted to get the whole Carnival over. Bobbing for apples and telling someone's fortune wasn't exactly her idea of fun. Rogue hesitated only slightly before pulling out a short black skirt paired with a scoop necked tank top and simple earrings. She left her hair shining and loose around her shoulders and completed the look with light make-up. Rogue paused, while looking at her reflection with a slight frown. "Who exactly am ah getting' all dressed up for anyway?" Rogue muttered to herself, shaking her head. It wasn't as if Scott was complimenting her right and left......not quite like Remy had anyway.
Ugh, Ah can't believe I'm comparing them, Rogue thought disgusted with herself for even entertaining thoughts of someone who had made it clear he just enjoyed playing mind games with her. They're like night and day anyway, Rogue thought firmly, and some upstart Cajun is the last person ah need in my life right now. But she was still feeling incredibly guilty for leaving him with all craft work for the Carnival while she had gone out on an admittedly boring date with Scott. Bowling and afterwards a pleasant but rather bland conversation about summer vacations over a milkshake. It was nice, Rogue thought adamantly, guilty at how unfair she was being to Scott. So what if it wasn't like cruising around on the back of a motorcycle..... "Like ah want to ride on that death machine again," Rogue muttered again, but her breath caught when she remembered how exhilarating it had been.....
Skipping downstairs, Rogue was surprised to see Scott and Jean in the main hall, each standing uncomfortably. They looked visibly relieved to see her, although Jean's eyes cooled slightly. God who would've thought Jean Grey would ever be jealous of me, Rogue marveled, wierded out by the whole situation.
"Hey Rogue, ready to go?" Scott said with forced brightness, followed by a glance at Jean's tightening face.
"Um....yeah, I guess. What booth am I running, Jean?....Jean?" Rogue repeated, waving a hand in front of Jean who was staring witheringly at Scott. At the sound of her name called, Jean focused immediately and glanced down at her clipboard.
"Fortune telling."
Before Rogue could protest, a husky laugh sounded behind her. "Sounds like just the thing for you, chere."
Trying to ignore the hitch in her heart at his presence, Rogue mustered up a half-hearted glare for Remy. "Real funny, I'm in stitches," Rogue said sarcastically, hating the flush that had already begun working its way up her neck. "What are you here for anyway, besides making fun of me?"
"Remy's volunteered to be in charge of the kissing booth," Jean informed her, trying to smother a laugh at the mutinous look in Rogue's eyes.
"Oh really?" Rogue said through clenched teeth. Kissing booth? Ugh, the nerve of him!
"Mhmm, yeah, I figured in addition to just doing some crafts, dis Cajun ought to take a more active part. Y'know, help out some of the pretty filles," Remy said innocently, but a smile tugged at his lips. Rogue looked away, feeling a tumultuous mix of indignation and longing. Why do ah even care? Rogue thought angrily.
"That's nice of LeBeau, isn't it Rogue?" Scott said absently, stealing a glance at Jean again.
"Oh yeah, he's a real humanitarian," Rogue snapped, flushing again at the way Remy was looking at her. Remy's eyes grew warmer and warmer, until Rogue felt as if she were burned by the intensity of his gaze. She had to look away...but she couldn't.
"I can help you run the fortune telling booth," Scott interrupted helpfully.
"That would be great," Rogue said firmly, choosing to ignore the mockery in Remy's eyes at Scott's suggestion.
"Actually, Scott, I assigned you to help me judge the costume contest," Jean said, avoiding Scott's surprised look.
"Uh..well, sorry Rogue, are you sure you can manage without my help?" Scott asked doubtfully.
"She's tellin' fortunes not lifting weights, homme," Remy interjected sardonically, his words mirroring Rogue's own thoughts. How irritating that he seemed to know exactly how she was feeling, Rogue thought, biting her lip.
"Well, he was just tryin' to be nice, ya ought to try it sometime," Rogue shot back.
"Au contraire, cherie, I'm very nice, mebbe you jus don't notice," Remy said smoothly, running a hand through his unruly hair. The movement was so sexy that Rogue saw even prim Jean's eyes glued to the Cajun, causing a rush of jealousy to shoot through her.
Scott cleared his throat. "Maybe we should go now, we don't want to be late."
"No, we certainly wouldn't want that," Remy muttered, scrunching his eyebrows up in a perfect imitation of Scott. Rogue turned her laugh into a quick cough, refusing to give in to her traitorous thoughts. Scott's responsible and...nice, really really nice, Rogue repeated. And that was the problem. Nice didn't always mean he was right for her. Didn't Remy say something like that to her? Oh great, now ah'm quoting him, Rogue groaned inwardly.
Scott shot Remy a thin-lipped glare but said nothing. Why didn't he ever say anything? Rogue thought, wondering why she was thinking about this now. Because he's a lot more mature than Remy is, Rogue thought. Too mature, a voice pestered her. There's no point in doin' this to yourself, Rogue thought angrily, because it was obvious that Remy was all wrong for her. He was brash, jovial, and flighty....and yet caring, honorable, and exciting at the same time. Damn him, Rogue thought, her green eyes swimming as she stared at Scott and found herself yet again thinking of Remy. Always Remy. Ah wish he'd just get out of mah head, Rogue thought and whisking a stray tear away with one glove, made to follow Scott and Jean to the car. But as she turned to leave, Remy caught her hand, and jerked it so she faced him.
Before he could say anything, Rogue swallowed hard. She had to get away from the Cajun that had, in a few short weeks, made her so confused she was questioning everything. "If you have something negative to say about Scott, save it, because ah like him!" Rogue began hotly. She waited for him to say something to the contrary but Remy's trademark smirk didn't appear. The flash of hurt in the depths of his scarlet eyes disappeared before she could ponder over it.
"Wasn't even gonna bother t'say it. Just go on, don' wanna keep your boyfriend waiting," Remy said smoothly, and took off in the direction of the garage after giving her a little nod.
Rogue watched him go, equal parts hurt and outraged at his presumptuous behavior. "Well, ah hope you have a great time too, you jerk!" Rogue yelled after him, and furiously stomped out to Scott's car. She'd show him. Today, ah'll ask Scott to prom, Rogue vowed. It would be the perfect way to stop thinking of Remy once and for all.
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