Title: What I Wouldn't Give
Author: Estonia Lockhart, or more commonly known as Gwynje
Rating: Pg/pg-13
Disclaimer: I own, literally, nothing. Not Logan -cries-, not Rogue, not Scott, not Jean, and most definitely not Sprite:Remix. The random saleslady in the store, however, is mine.
Summary: Utter silliness and madness.
A/N: As I was writing, I decided I needed to clarify the characters' ages in this. Rogue is 20-ish, Scott is 28-ish, Logan is 35-ish, and Jean is 32-ish. Remember.. this is only in my story. Yes, I know they seem very er.. chilidish and all... but we all have a little kid inside of us. ::: tv wink:::
Rogue glanced cautiously over her shoulder before entering the store. Brushing past the saleswoman ready and waiting with a pasted on smile and a 'Hello, how may help you?' about to tumble from her lips, Rogue just shook her head and made her way toward one particular rack. There! It was still on the hanger! Letting out a joyful whoop, and again checking over her shoulder, Rogue carefully freed the black tube top with the dark red rose embroidered at the left side of it and bustled off toward the dressing rooms.
The saleslady, who was trying to recuperate from being brushed off, froze as she heard an evil cackle sounding from the dressing rooms. "Mwahahahahahaha!" the high pealed screech went.
Blinking at the shaken soda can, Scott wondered exactly how difficult this was going to be. "Hmmm.." He circled it, hoping no one would pop in and see the fearless leader's trepidation. He almost gave up- but he was thirsty, and he had a feeling water wouldn't suffice.
"Hey, Scott!"
Wincing as he spun guiltily around, Scott tried to block the Sprite:Remix can from view. "Oh, it's you Rogue. Hello." Well, at least it hadn't been you-know-who.
"Whatcha doing?" She asked him, craning her neck over his shoulder.
"OOOOh! Soda!" As she reached out for it, Scott smacked her hand away.
"No!" he shouted, grabbing the can tightly in his palms.
"No?" she asked, rubbing the back of her glove in annoyance.
"It's umm... shaken. So, it'll burst all over you."
Rogue blinked at him, and stared back at the can. "I don't care. I'm thirsty." As she spoke, Scott turned away, protectively clutching the soda in his arms.
"It's mine," he muttered.
"Awww, come on, Scott. We can share it."
"No."
Sighing heavily, she realized that though he made a steadfast claim to it, he wasn't trying to open it and drink it. "Well, are you just gonna hold it all day?"
Scott flinched, glancing down at the soda. "It's shaken," he whispered, his voice suddenly high pitched.
"So?...."
"I'm afraid it'll explode on me!!" he shouted angrily, setting the can back on the counter and staring evilly at it through his ruby glasses.
Rogue tried to keep it in, really- she did. But... "Hahahahahahahahahahaahahaaa!" Leaning over the counter and wiping away tears, she decided she would have to make another entry in her journal; this was something she'd never want to forget. "Phew." she wiped a few tears from her eyes, and her sides ached from the laughter. "So, umm... want me to open it for you?"
Scott cocked his head to once side, measuring her up. "You won't drink it?" he asked distrustingly.
Rogue looked aghast. "No way! It's yours. Now, if I were Kurt..." she trailed off as Scott shoved the can toward her, watching her intently. Aiming the mouth of the can away from her, and toward the window, Rogue squeezed her eyes shut and she snapped back the metal.
An angry, "Phssssssssssssssssssshhshshshs," sounded throughout the room as soda sprayed all over the walls and windows.
"Uh-oh."
Scott jumped as the glass window became coated by the carbonated beverage, and Rogue dropped the can on the ground, backing away very slowly.
"What did you do?" Scott breathed, blinking slowly at the mess as if hoping it would vanish.
"I opened it," she croaked at him.
A long silence filled the room, void of the haunting drip dripping of the soda from the window onto the floor.
"Umm...," Scott cleared his throat suddenly. "Maybe we should clean it up."
Glancing down at her black silk tube top, Rogue grimaced and took a large step backward. "No way. I can't get this dirty," she said, gesturing toward the clothing. Scott snorted, and kicked the can lying uselessly on the ground.
"You weren't worried about opening a shaken soda can with that on," he pointed out.
"That was different."
"How?"
Rogue sighed, gazing remorsefully at the window. "I was thirsty." A frown appeared right above the tip of the ruby red glasses.
"Well, there is no way I'm going to clean this up by myself." To further support his statement, he crossed his arms and gave her the 'you have to be responsible and clean up your messes' stare.
She breathed out slowly, an idea suddenly coming into her head. Pointing to Scott's brown, swishy jacket, she nodded in assent. "I'll help you clean up your mess if I can wear your jacket over this shirt."
Scott balled his hands up into fists, but decided to be the bigger man and ignore her comment about the mess being his fault. "Fine," he grumbled, slinking out of his jacket and handing it over to her. "But be quick about it."
Rogue eased the jacket over her shoulders, and zipped it up before ripping off a sheet of Bounty paper towels. Kneeling down to the ground, she began to mop of the sticky soda from the ground. "Scott, help me!" she half-shouted/half-growled at him.
Grumbling a little to himself, he unwillingly grabbed a sponge from the sink and then joined her on the ground, mopping up the mess. "I was really thirsty, too" he whined to himself.
Rogue shot him an annoyed look but said nothing. For a few minutes, nothing was heard except for the shuffling of Scott's jeans and his jacket on Rogue swishing across the floor, and the sound of the paper towels dripping from being soaked with Sprite:Remix.
Since Rogue was in a particularly pleasant mood after her sneaky purchase and the plan circulating around in her head, and Scott was in such a pensive mood, she decided to cheer him up with utter stupidity.
"Guess what?" she asked him, barely missing his elbow as it lashed out in surprise.
"What?" he replied warily.
"I still beat you in that game of Go Fish."
Scott opened his mouth in absolute horror as his hand stopped mopping up the mess. "Did not! I had ten sets to your one."
Rogue sniffed, not breaking the movement of cleaning. "Ha. Only because you were cheating."
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Take that back!"
"Never!"
"Grrrrrrrr..........."
A loud yelp sounded from the kitchen as Rogue's paper towel went flying through the air, and Scott tackled her from the side, tickling her ribs with an iron will. "Take it back," he shouted, a hint of a smile on his face."
"Hhahaa, nev- hahaha, ne- ahaahahah, never! St-hahah-op!" She twisted to her side to hide from him, but he only turned her back again, his fingers spasmodically tickling her like a spider's legs.
The paper towel aforementioned that had been thrown through the air as a result of this attack, was still flying through the air... and heading slowly toward the doorway, which had just recently been darkened by a very large and angry figure.
-!!SMACK!!-
"GRRRAAAAWWWW!"
Rogue and Scott froze, Scott's hands resting unconsciously on her torso, and Rogue's nails digging into Scott's shoulders. Uh-oh.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Logan charged into the room, leering over the two of them. His now blazing hazel eyes sent angry blasts of his wrath at his two victims.
Scott's mouth dropped open, then closed. "I-a-I...I.." his mouth fell open again, and stayed there. Rogue shifted, and realizing how weird the situation was, pulled away from Scott and tried to inconspicuously crawl across the floor and out of the room.
"Where are you going?!" Scott and Logan shouted at very nearly the same time.
Her brown eyes widened in a deer-caught-in-headlights expression. "I-uh, have to go to the bathroom."
It would make sense to say that Rogue was leaving because she was embarrassed, but no. The only reason she was crawling across the floor, smiling guiltily at Logan was because, underneath Scott's jacket, was the tube top she had persuaded Logan not to buy, and now wasn't the time she wanted him to discover it.
There was a long silence in the room, with the exception of Logan's heavy breathing. Feeling obligated to supply some type of explanation, Rogue lifted her finger and pointed it at Scott.
"He tickled me," she said quickly.
Scott's response was immediate. His finger went up too and pointed. "She made a mess."
Logan sniffed the room, noticing the strong scent of the sugary carbonated beverage becoming a tapestry over the window. "Rogue," he sighed, running his hand through his hair. "Could you wait for me in the rec. room, please? I think we should have a little talk."
Giving him a curious look, Rogue nodded and rose from the floor, dusting off her knees and shorts. "Umm, sure, Logan." With that, she disappeared from the kitchen and down the hallway.
Logan and Scott remained in the room, one on his knees and one hovering five feet above him, sizing each other up. Swallowing hard, the fearless leader decided to make an attempt. "So, yea, this all was an accident but I don't see-" he stopped as Logan took another step toward him.
"Scott, stay away from Rogue." His dark eyes narrowed, loathing the fact that Scott's eyes were veiled by his dark ruby red glasses. "I mean it." Then he, too, turned around slowly and left the room, leaving Scott kneeling in a half-cleaned up mess of Sprite:Remix.
Leaning his head backward, the fearless leader managed to exhale a long, shaky breath. "Oh, boy."