A/N Thanks to Crys Skywalker and Trance for the reviews! I'm sorry about all the typos. My piece of crap computer won't let me download spell check. Other than the typos, how's the story? As always, this is thought.
Remy had spent the next few days training, smoking, and teaching. Not necessarily in that order. Upon receiving one Jubilation Lee into his class, everyday was cause for a new prank with him at the butt of it worthy of Bobby Drake.
That would certainly explain why Remy LeBeau of hot New Orleans was outside in the midst of a snowstorm, smoking a cigarette. There was jelly stuck to his hair and the side of his face. No doubt Jubilee's doing. As he took his second drag from the cancer stick, some of the jelly slid off of his forehead to extinguish.
Merde.
Remy sighed, flicking the worthless cigarette into the snow. His face was numb with cold, had he not been wiser he would believe his nose gone for all he could feel of it.
Flamin' kids.
He couldn't go back inside yet, not without getting his nicotine fix lest he implode the next prankster kid. Patting down his trench, he soon procured a pack of cigarettes from one of many pockets. He lit it with the flick of his fingers, a perk to his mutant ability. The cigarette lasted all but two minutes before another glop of jelly extinguished it like its brethren.
Sac du merde! Nasty habit anyway...
He sighed, something he had grown accostumed to doing, before flicking that cigarette onto the snow with the five others he had tried. The sounds of fireworks reaching his ears let him know Jubilee was in a restless mood. He turned around and walked back into the mansion, soaked through from the snow to top off the jelly in his hair.
"You look positively freezing."
Kylie was standing in a doorway to Remy's right. As soon as he looked at her she moved forward and began cleaning the jelly out of his hair with a towel and some water.
"Oliver told me about the jelly. Pretty nasty trick."
"Kylie..." Remy started, but Kylie held up a hand to quiet him.
"No, i'm sorry. I just wasn't ready for that. I was scared..."
"Remy knows cherie." Remy paused, studying her for a moment.
He knew what he had to do.
"C'mon petite. Remy wanna show you something."
Kylie was undoubtedly surprised by this sudden change of subject. Nonetheless, she took his hand gracefully. Her long, slender fingers entwining with his gently as he led her up to his room.
"Woa, wait a minute, Remy. There's no way in hell..."
"Non, non petite. Dat's not why Remy be bringin' yo' here..."
Remy grinned down at her in amusement. Sure, the thought had crossed his mind a couple of times. Hell, he was human and she was beautiful. However, his fantasies had been purely that. Fantasies.
"Then why?"
"Remy wants to show you somet'in petite..."
"I don't want to see that either."
Remy chuckled despite himself, his head swinging side to side in a typical 'no' gesture.
"What's so funny?"
Kylie was blushing now, a sheer sign that she was flustered.
"Yo' petite. Remy wasn' talkin' abou' dat..."
"Oh...then what?"
Remy led her over to the bed, sitting her down gently with a whisper of 'stay here'. He dissapeared into his closet, returning moments later with a small box full of photos.
"Did Remy ever tell yo' abou' a girl he used t'know named Rogue?"
"I don't think so..."
Remy smiled at her, proceeding to tell Kylie about his Rogue. The color of her hair, the way her lips curled when she smiled. He told her about all the people Rogue had helped save, how she smelled of orchards after she showered.
"You speak so highly of her...Why'd you break up?"
"Roguey died."
There was an awkward pause after he said that in which Kylie brushed her hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry."
"Don' be petite. Yo' didn' kill her. Dat be Remy's doin'."
A/N: Quick note, before I write another chapter. Does anybody know where I can find a spell check that you don't have to download? If you do i'd really appreciate it. As i'm sure, would my readers lol. I know it's a short chapter, but i've been grounded and I really didn't want to do too much without the spell check...
Remy had spent the next few days training, smoking, and teaching. Not necessarily in that order. Upon receiving one Jubilation Lee into his class, everyday was cause for a new prank with him at the butt of it worthy of Bobby Drake.
That would certainly explain why Remy LeBeau of hot New Orleans was outside in the midst of a snowstorm, smoking a cigarette. There was jelly stuck to his hair and the side of his face. No doubt Jubilee's doing. As he took his second drag from the cancer stick, some of the jelly slid off of his forehead to extinguish.
Merde.
Remy sighed, flicking the worthless cigarette into the snow. His face was numb with cold, had he not been wiser he would believe his nose gone for all he could feel of it.
Flamin' kids.
He couldn't go back inside yet, not without getting his nicotine fix lest he implode the next prankster kid. Patting down his trench, he soon procured a pack of cigarettes from one of many pockets. He lit it with the flick of his fingers, a perk to his mutant ability. The cigarette lasted all but two minutes before another glop of jelly extinguished it like its brethren.
Sac du merde! Nasty habit anyway...
He sighed, something he had grown accostumed to doing, before flicking that cigarette onto the snow with the five others he had tried. The sounds of fireworks reaching his ears let him know Jubilee was in a restless mood. He turned around and walked back into the mansion, soaked through from the snow to top off the jelly in his hair.
"You look positively freezing."
Kylie was standing in a doorway to Remy's right. As soon as he looked at her she moved forward and began cleaning the jelly out of his hair with a towel and some water.
"Oliver told me about the jelly. Pretty nasty trick."
"Kylie..." Remy started, but Kylie held up a hand to quiet him.
"No, i'm sorry. I just wasn't ready for that. I was scared..."
"Remy knows cherie." Remy paused, studying her for a moment.
He knew what he had to do.
"C'mon petite. Remy wanna show you something."
Kylie was undoubtedly surprised by this sudden change of subject. Nonetheless, she took his hand gracefully. Her long, slender fingers entwining with his gently as he led her up to his room.
"Woa, wait a minute, Remy. There's no way in hell..."
"Non, non petite. Dat's not why Remy be bringin' yo' here..."
Remy grinned down at her in amusement. Sure, the thought had crossed his mind a couple of times. Hell, he was human and she was beautiful. However, his fantasies had been purely that. Fantasies.
"Then why?"
"Remy wants to show you somet'in petite..."
"I don't want to see that either."
Remy chuckled despite himself, his head swinging side to side in a typical 'no' gesture.
"What's so funny?"
Kylie was blushing now, a sheer sign that she was flustered.
"Yo' petite. Remy wasn' talkin' abou' dat..."
"Oh...then what?"
Remy led her over to the bed, sitting her down gently with a whisper of 'stay here'. He dissapeared into his closet, returning moments later with a small box full of photos.
"Did Remy ever tell yo' abou' a girl he used t'know named Rogue?"
"I don't think so..."
Remy smiled at her, proceeding to tell Kylie about his Rogue. The color of her hair, the way her lips curled when she smiled. He told her about all the people Rogue had helped save, how she smelled of orchards after she showered.
"You speak so highly of her...Why'd you break up?"
"Roguey died."
There was an awkward pause after he said that in which Kylie brushed her hair behind her ear.
"I'm sorry."
"Don' be petite. Yo' didn' kill her. Dat be Remy's doin'."
A/N: Quick note, before I write another chapter. Does anybody know where I can find a spell check that you don't have to download? If you do i'd really appreciate it. As i'm sure, would my readers lol. I know it's a short chapter, but i've been grounded and I really didn't want to do too much without the spell check...