Hello to all of my readers!
I should give you a bit of an advanced warning here. I'm feeling a bit…ok, a lot depressed. It's not my fault if this chapter reflects that. I tried to make it a happy ass whooping, but alas! If I failed let me know in a review. Speaking of reviews…
EE's Skysong: Well, this chapter is only a bitch to write cause I'm depressed and try writing something happy when you are depressed. It doesn't work too well, believe me.
Evil-Bunny-Leader: Did I mention to you that I love the new name? I totally know what you mean…
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Heartsyhawk: Okay. I'm falling again…please help me to stand. I need my therapist.
Psycho88: Thanks! Evanescence rules!
Ishandahalf: I'm drooling too! Maybe some hotties will help to cheer me up…And I don't think that I'm-my bad I mean Rogue is ready to part with Remy's manhood yet.
Untouchable hexing witch: Trouble??? Well…maybe.
ASGT and Kat Maximoff: Yeah, I think I will make major ass whooping occur. Maybe it will help cheer me up. Or maybe I just need to get smashed beyond belief. I don't know.
Totally Obsessed47: Thank you and I will.
So once again I warn you…happy when you're depressed is an oxymoron. And writing happy when you're depressed is hard. Damn hard. Should even be an Olympic sport.
Wanda looked up at the stage and her hands started to glow blue. She started to shake violently, and she was clenching her teeth and her fists. Recognizing the warning signs, Rogue grabbed her arm and proceeded to pull her outside of the club, into the crisp night air.
"Sugah, yah need ta chill. Yah can't kick his ass inside the club. Use yah brain. Wait until they get outside." Rogue took some deep, calming breaths. It was bad to get this riled up, very bad. Especially when she was pregnant. Lord knows she didn't want anything to happen to the baby.
Wanda didn't seem to hear her. She was lost inside her head, not seeming to give a damn about the outside world. Inside of her head was safe. And the conversation went something like this…
Damnit, how the hell could I let myself believe that I loved him? I didn't even know the guy!
Yet you do love him.
No I don't!
Yes you do! If you don't then why are you so mad over this?
I'm not mad! I just can't believe that after I would be so kind as to let him live in my house he goes and strips! Onstage! For a bunch of horny middle aged soccer moms!
Well, in all fairness, you did tell him to get a job.
Well not something like this!
Are you jealous?
Jealous? Why? I have nothing to be jealous over. I mean, it's not like we're dating or something.
But you want to.
Yes I want to! Is that so horrible? To want a relationship? I've never even dated a guy before!
And you want to date him. But why?
I don't know.
You who thought that you had all of the answers.
But I don't know anything! I don't understand why I feel this way, why the hell my life is so fucked up!
You blame your father.
He has nothing to do with this!
Don't fool yourself. He has everything to do with this. He changed your life. Only you can be the deciding factor if whether that change was for the worse or for the better.
Who the fuck are you anyway? And why the fuck should I listen to you?
Wanda snapped out of her reverie and looked at the side door, which Remy and John were exiting. Not thinking, just feeling, she ran to John. Before either of them knew what was happening she kissed him. Not a shy peck on the cheek, not a gentle caress on the mouth, but a full-on French kiss, tongue and all. The force of the kiss startled them both.
When they finally separated, John had trouble breathing. He just stared at Wanda for a moment, unable to think, to do anything other than stare. She, on the other hand, looked over briefly at Rogue and Remy, who wasn't faring so well.
"What the fuck were yah thinking? Yah stupid swamp rat! How the hell can yah just strip off all of yah clothes and dance around in front of someone who isn't meh?"
"Bu' chere-"
"Don't yah dare 'bu' chere' meh yah stupid lousy son of a thief! How dare yah? Am Ah not good enough for yah? Or is it because Ah'm pregnant? What the fuck is it with chauvinist males having to have sex constantly and leaving their poor wives ta carry around their spawn for nine months and spend agonizing hours giving birth to it? Not to mention the eighteen years it takes ta raise the damn thing. Yah know what Remy? Ah've had enough. Yah're sleeping on the couch. That is, if Ah don't let Logan after yah first. Yah know what, that's what Ah'll do. Yah deserve it."
"Cherie, s'il vous plait. Don' do dis t' Remy." He whined and looked up at her with a puppydog face. He whimpered on the scowl on her face.
"It ain't gonna work this time."
"Damn chere, bu' Remy didn't want t'. He on'y went wit' Johnny boy so dat he could see all of de fun. Dat horrid femme Asher made m'! She gave me a t'ousand dollars and free liquor. Y'know dat Remy can't ignore his ami Jack!"
"Yeah, well, ignore this!" She looked over at the door, around which was piled some various cleaning implements. Rogue grabbed the broom and proceeded to chase Remy around the parking lot, smacking him in the ass a lot until he jumped into the passenger side seat of Wanda's car.
Rogue marched up to Wanda with a death glare on her face. Wanda laughed, a genuine, whole hearted laugh.
"Yes, Rogue, you can borrow my car. No, you may not shove it up your husband's ass. Remember, you love him. And he is the father of your child. At the very least you should keep him alive for the kids sake." She handed Rogue the keys.
Rogue smirked. "Oh, he'll live. Ah'm not done with him yet." Noticing that Remy was staring out the window at them, she kissed Wanda again. The horrified expression that was once again on his face made everyone who could see it laugh.
"Oh, who am Ah kiddin'? Ah love that stupid swamp rat. Ah forgive him. Just as long as he promises neveh to do that dance again, except for meh of course." She hugged Wanda goodbye and hopped into the car, speeding off back to the institute.
Wanda was left with only John, and no car, and she realized that too late to take it back.
"Oh shit."
"Well, Wanda, Oy could give you a ride home. That is, if you want me to."
"Sure John. It's pretty dark, and I don't feel like walking anyway."
The ride home was full of uncomfortable silence, in which Wanda was berating herself. Why had she kissed him? She didn't want a relationship with him, at least right now. So why did she lead him on? It was all very confusing, and was something that would be sorted out tomorrow. She needed to sleep on it.
In fact, she was still thinking on it as she walked up the stairs to her room. When she opened the door, she got a surprise.
"Goddamnit!" She shrieked when she turned on the lights. There was someone sitting on her bed. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was her twin brother, Pietro.
"She told me." Pietro said, quietly. He was holding something in his hand. When she walked over to see, she identified it as a picture frame. Looking at it for a moment, she felt incredibly sad. It was her family, at least biologically. It was Christmastime by the looks of it. She and Pietro were sitting on Santa Claus's lap, and her parents were standing behind him. Everyone looked so happy, so…she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
"So do you know what you're going to do?" She asked him.
"I'm gonna marry her. I was always planning to do that anyway. I just wasn't expecting this so soon."
"That's not what's got you upset."
Pietro sighed and turned to look at her, with tears making his already brilliantly blue eyes sparkle deceptively. "What if I'm like him?"
"You won't be."
"But how do you know that?"
"Believe me, I just know. You'll be better. You have his mistakes to learn from."
"I do, don't I? Wanda, what's happened to you?"
"I don't know Pie. I think that I'm just growing up."
"Maybe we all are." Pietro got up and left her room, leaving Wanda with a lot more to think and worry about. One thing, one phrase kept running through her mind: He changed your life. Only you can be the deciding factor if whether that change was for the worse or for the better.
Ok, this totally went off on a different tangent then it was supposed to. Let me know, in a review of course, if you liked!
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