As We Were
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Review Response:
pyros-gal—My sentiments exactly.
Lady Farevay—I'm quick because I have chapters written in advance. And I usually follow an updating schedule. Yay! You must be psychic! I think Warren and Rogue would be good friends if they knew each other for more than one episode. London /was/ dirty. But I still liked it! I did a very touristy/fangirly thing and went up to Christ Church College, and now I have a picture of be being a Mary-Sue at the steps they used for the Great Hall steps in Harry Potter. The Great Hall was closed off. Meeeh.
PomegranateQueen—Nearly useless trivia is great! It's one of my best friends! Did you know that it's scientifically proven that having your head cut off doesn't hurt? And you can blink like... 100 times after you're head's been cut off. I wonder who was the lucky guy to test that out.
silky black—Thanks! ::bows:: Your review kinda seemed like one run-on sentence, but that's always a good thing. WOOT!
SickmindedSucker—- Hell yeah he is! Betsy Torture is more fun then Jean Torture! He is also the only person I wouldn't mind being a cheerleader for. In a really skimpy uniform... With whipped cream... and chains... and leather... and chocolate sauce... ::drools::
IvyZoe-- I know! Such an un-fair fight! STUPID FINGERS! They make me type it, I swear it's them! It's always them! They would be, if they were smart. But Remy's an ass, and Betsy's a bitch, so they don't.
RikaTabithaStarr—Actually, I know exactly what you mean!
Ishandahalf—If they're insane, who cares? One of them must look like Remy, and he can be our sex slave. Who cares if it's incesty. It's kinky! No, it's not sad of you to wish you were in Rogue's place. I do too! Or Betsy's during the birthday party. ::goes off into dream land:: Sorry, sorry, I'm back now. Oh, there's a pretty big romantic misunderstanding between Rogue and Remy. Poor Remy. Bitchy Rogue. Actually, my good friend, M, who only reads my review replys to yours, (feel special. HI M!) says that if he were Betsy, which thankfully, he isn't, he would get suspicious of Remy spending so much time with Rogue. Then he said he could go into his mind and found out what's really going on. God, M, he's evil. That's why I lurve him! I would die to see Remy in one of those skimpy nurse outfits. ::drools:: I'll be The Singing Telegram Girl and he can be Professor Plum! (Don't get the reference? Go see Clue.) Yeah, she's hella evil.
Cheers Darlin—I won't be updating for a little over a week. I'm going out of town. SORRY! I'm gonna try to get this up on Saturday morning before I leave. If not, don't watch those teen movies! THEY'RE EVIL! Unless, like Kat and I did, run commentary through the entireity of Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen. While eating pixi sticks. I hate half a pack... She ate the other half...
TheHotChick—- No, I have absolutely no clue who the hell you're talking about. OF COURSE I KNOW WHO! I'm psychic, I know all. XD.
rage-girl-05—Cool, I've never had a drunk reviewer before! Jamie was just kinda sitting there. I lurve Jamie. ::Huggles::
Sweety8587—Hey there! Wanda ish evil. That's why I lurve her. I've never heard that expression used for a plot appearing. But, I like it! Yes, yes, you do smell a whiff of Romyness! What ever shall I do with this five dollars? New eyeliner? New fishnets? Making Remy my manwhore? I think I'll go with the third option.
DemonicGambit—Do not worry, Rogue gets a lot of Remy's attention in this chapter. ::mega grin:: Wow, I've never used that expression before.
Enchantedlight— Will do!
"Probation!?" Ally gasped, looking at her best friend. "He put you on probation for knocking out her?"
"That exactly what I said!" Betsy replied annoyed. "If you ask me, this plan is backfiring."
"Tell me about it!" Ally sighed, sinking into Betsy's bed. "I broke my nose. If I want to break into singing, I'm gonna have to get it fixed! Do you knowhow much plastic surgery costs now adays?"
"You could always get Xavier to pay for it," Betsy added. "She's with Warren! Which wasn't exactly my plan."
"Run it by me again," Ally said, flipping upside down, her blonde hair looking like a waterfall off the bed. "What was your plan?"
"I was going out with Remy to make WARREN jealous. Now she's going out with Warren, and this just ruins my plans!"
"The plot thickens," Ally said, eying her upside-down reflection in the mirror. "Hey, if I get plastic surgery on my nose, should I get my tattoo removed too?" She gestured to the blue star on her eye.
"No, I like it, it adds to your you-ness. Like mine."
"TATTOO BUDDIES!" Ally said, sounding incredibly lame.
"But... Ooh... This just isn't fair!" Betsy humphed.
"Bets, do you ever get the feeling that maybe... oh, I donno, Rogue's going out with Warren to make Remy jealous?"
"Curse her and her bloody blatant stealing of our tactics!"
"Tell me about it," Ally sighed. The girls sat there in silence for several minutes until, "I got it!" Ally said, sitting straight up, so now her back was facing Betsy, and she had a severe headache.
"Got what?"
"The prefect plan!"
"Ooh, do tell love, do tell."
"Anyone git tha number o' that semi?" Rogue asked, sitting up groggily in her room.
"No, but Remy do got de number o' de girl dat did it," Remy said, shaking his long brown hair out of his eyes. He was sitting on Rogue's bed, Warren was behind him.
"What now?" Warren asked, looking at Remy.
"Betsy an' Roguey got int' a lil' fight. Betsy knocked Rogue out," Remy explained to his winged companion.
Rogue, despite being in pain, was quite happy. Remy was sitting on her bed, comforting her, and Warren was going to help her get the man.
"Damn," Both Warren and Rogue said together.
"Fuckin' bitch," Rogue muttered.
"For once, Remy agrees," Remy said.
"WHAT?" Rogue and Warren's heads snapped towards Remy.
"I put 'er on prohbation. She was a bitch, an' I apologize for dat," Remy said. "I let y' argument go t' far."
"Naw, it's all right," Rogue said earnestly, gingerly touching the back of her head where Betsy had hit her with the blade. "Ow..." She mumbled.
"Want an ice pack?" Warren offered.
"Sure, an' can Ah git some ice-cream too?"
"No problem. Need anything Remy?" Warren asked, heading for the door.
"A coke, please," Remy said as Warren nodded and left the room.
"So," Rogue glanced at Remy once Warren had left the room. She was betting that Warren was going to take as long as possible to get the coke and ice pack.
"So what?" Remy asked, raising an eyebrow at Rogue.
"So... You put Betsy on probation."
"Oui."
"Do ya evah think ya' gonna officially dump her?"
"I've thought about it," Rogue's mouth dropped when Remy said this.
"Seriously?" She asked, half smiling, her eyes widening.
"Oui. She's not what she used to be," lied Remy.
"Oh."
"Any chance y' gonna dump Wings?"
"What?" Rogue gapped.
"Y' heard me."
"Ah donno..." Rogue said, a smile playing on her lips. "Ah really like him..."
"So y' must 'ave gotten over me den." Rogue's jaw dropped for the second time.
"WHAT?" She yelled, looking at Remy shocked. "How tha hell did ya fahnd out about that?"
"Roguey..." Remy said, trying to calm her down. "I'm empathic, y' know dat."
"Yeah... Well... Ah stopped likin' ya as more n' a friend aftah you an' Betsy..." Rogue trailed off, letting Remy fill in the blanks.
"Sure..." Remy said, nodding slowly. "But dat's not what Wanda said."
"Wanda lied to you," she was surprisingly calm. But then again, it may have just been the calm before the storm.
"Oh... okay," Remy nodded again. "Den I'm sorry dat I brought it up."
"Ya bettah be," Rogue said sharply, fearing this would turn out like most other Romy's.
"But jus' one last question," Remy said, knowing full well that last time he said this it lead to a whirl-wind of problems.
"Fahne."
"If y' don' like me no more, den prove it t' me."
"That ain't a question!" Rogue said, flabbergasted. I've always loved that word.
"Wit' a kiss."
Rogue blinked. What the hell was Remy on? She wondered, bitting her lip. She braced herself as Remy leaned forward and captured her lips with his. He smelled like Old Spice and tobacco, even though she had told him obsessively to stop smoking.
Rogue's lips were soft, Remy noted, and she smelled like vanilla and sandalwood. As Rogue surprised Remy by deeping the kiss, the door opened.
"What?!" Warren gasped, dropping the coke, ice-pack and icecream. Then he realized what he was supposed to do. "ROGUE!" He yelled. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Kissing another man!"
"Ah'm sorry Warren," Rogue said, playing along with him, her eyes welling up with large, fake, tears. "But... he tried ta rape meh!"
"WHAT?!?!" Warren yelled, looking sharply at the two.
"I DID NO SUCH THING!" Remy yelled.
"Ah'm so sure!" Rogue sobbed. "He was gonna lock tha door an' have his way with meh!"
Remy jumped to his feet. "Remy jus' tol' her dat if she didn' like him no more den she'd kiss him! We just went a little bit too far!"
"A LITTLE BIT?" Warren asked, grabbing Remy's trench-coat collars and throwing him across the room.
"YES!" Remy yelled at equal volume, still laying on the floor. Over on the bed, Rogue took her chance. She began sobbing more loudly than before.. Warren quickly ran to her and put two comforting arms around the bed-ridden girl.
"Sh...sh...Rogue, it's all right... It's all right...," Warren said, kissing her softly. Remy couldn't believe it. Rogue was twisting what he did! Ones friend generally didn't do that. In a rage, Remy stood up angrily and stormed out, slamming the door like a two year old. Once he was saftely gone, Warren burst out laughing.
"We showed him," Warren smiled.
"Warren..." Rogue said. "Ah think we went a bit too far..."
"This is brilliant!" Betsy cackled.
"Oh, I know it," Ally agreed, smiling sinisterly.
"And the best part is... she can't do a thing about it!"
"What do you mean?" Ally cocked her head to the side and looked questioningly at Betsy.
"I mean that without her powers, she's immune to telepathy."
What's gonna happen? Will Rogue and Remy ever make up? Or make out again?
Ah... stay tuned! I'm outta town for a week, I'll upload when I get home, I promise!