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"Talking"
A/N-It was so sad! My computer stopped working or something because I didn't get any of your reviews so I entered a stat of depression thinking that nobody liked my story! It wasn't until three days ago that I signed into fanfiction to re-read my story to figure out why nobody liked it that I figured out that people were reviewing! So sorry about the wait! So onward good readers!
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"Oy! What 'append to you, Sheila?" gasped St. John between laughs. "What do you mean?" asked Mia, smiling a dangerously sweet smile. "I mean, what the blazes happened to your 'air! And who's the mate hittin' on Remy?" laughed St. John, obviously amused by the thought of the ragin' Cajun pole dancing. "That's Ryan, and your St. John, right?" Mia asked again. She liked this guy. "Pyro's the name, Sheila.!" Stated Pryo proudly. "Pyro?" asked Zoë, a little concerned. "Yup! Pyro, cuz I can do this.." and with that he whipped out his lighter. He was about to light it when Kitty grabbed it out of his hands and put it in her pocket. "And you're not getting it back until tonight!" she hissed. "OY! Oh, common mate, don't be like that! I gotta show the Sheila why they call me Pyro!" St. John pouted. "And that's exactly why your not getting it back!" she stated firmly. "Sorry about that. He likes to think he can control fire. He gets a lot of burns playing with candles..." Kurt tried to cover hoping that they'd believe him. Mia and her friends looked like the were buying it, when St. John suddenly shouts out.. "BUT I CAN CONTROLL IT! I've been able to control it since I've been nine! If you don't believe me, ask me mate Gambit!" he pointed to Remy. "I thought you said his name was Remy, Mia." Max stated, sounding very board. "Meh, that's what they told me. And don't worry 'bout it boy, we believe you. I mean Ryan over there can control water, so why can't you control fire?" Mia stated, also sounding board. "What? You mean you know about mutants? And your okay with them?" asked Scott, wary about the looks the little group was receiving from the rest of the bar. "Sure we do, who doesn't? Common, lets go grab a table." Max said and pointed to a table in the back. "I get to sit next to the piece of hot manly man!" screeched Ryan excitedly, really getting into his role. When the group got to the table and figured out the seating plane, Mia and Jean somehow managed to be sitting next to each other. Jean kept throwing distasteful glares at Mia, and Mia kept imagining pulling out perfect Jeannie's perfectly fake hair.
"So, you know about mutants?" asked Scott again.
"Mmmhmm, I like water, probably as much as your flamer likes fire." Ryan stated dreamily whilst staring infatuatedly at Remy, and toying with his jacket as Remy tried to scoot closer to Kitty.
"Stop it, Remy." Kitty hissed, trying to pay attention to the conversation at the table.
"OY! I'm not the one pawing Remy!" Pryo snapped, obviously upset that Ryan thought he was gay.
"Not what I meant honey, although it is a damn shame." Ryan said, tearing his gaze away from Remy long enough to wink at St. John. Remy started to smile thinking that the crazy man sitting next to him would finally back off. No such luck though..
"Oh! He's even hotter when he smiles!" Ryan squealed.
"Chere, why don't you go sit over there with Scott?" Remy practically begged.
"Ohh! Mia! I'm no linguistic, but doesn't Chere mean Dear? Ohh, he's calling me dear!!"
All the table was trying to keep their laughter in at the poor Cajuns expense, all that is but Jean.
"Oh my god. Give it a break. He doesn't like you. Now, about your mutation. What can you do? When did you realize you had it?" Jean was abruptly cut off by a slap to the face.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Cried Jean, turning her furious gaze to Mia who was glaring daggers at her and clenching her fists.
"Now, I don't know what your problem is, but I suggest you sit your ass down, shut up and TRY to enjoy yourself. I know that poll up your ass makes it a little hard, but none the less, try, because if you can't handle if, then you should go. Now!" Mia gritted out.
"Look, I don't know what you problem is, but this is more important then getting drunk. Seeing as how you probably get drunk every night of the week, maybe you can wait until AFTER the grown-ups have a talk before getting completely sloshed!" Jean shouted right back. Before anyone knew what was happening Mia's fist shot out and punched Jean right in her nose while her other hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Jeans hair and started repeatedly bashing her head into the table until Jean used her T.K to push Mia out of her seat.
"Jean! Calm down!" Scott shouted, secretly happy that Mia had beaten the shit out of Jean.
"Scott! I didn't do anything! She-she! Oh my god! I am SO GONE!" Jean shouted before jumping up and storming out of the pub. Blood leaving a trail the front of her perfect shirt.
All the while Mia sat there looking like the cat that ate the canary, very pleased that she had beaten up the snot, even if she didn't get to pull out any of her hair. And the night hadn't even started yet!
"See boys, and that's why you don't piss off Mia." Zoë stated proudly while sneaking glances at St. John. Something about that boy was hot.
"We already knew that, Sheila. Why don't I buy you a drink?" St. John asked as he had noticed the girl looking him over now that he didn't have his lighter to fondle. (A/N-Does that sound as dirty to you as it does to me?)
"You go girl! Now, if only a certain rajun Cajun would get the same idea..." Ryan hinted, secretly delighted at the shade of red the poor Cajun was turning.
"Ya, why don't you buy him a drink, bub?" put in Logan, who up until now had been watching the proceedings quietly. He was very proud that his "little girl" had beaten up the bitch. And now he was in mood to party.
"Common Roro, lets go dancing." He said as he grabbed her hand and they both fled to the dance floor.
"Common Cajun, lets go dancing!" Ryan squealed as he tried unsuccessfully to pull Remy to the dance floor.
"Sorry, mon ami, Remy be tinking he be sittin dis one out." Remy said while trying to get a good look at Rogue.
A/N-First of all I want to say sorry for this crappy chapter. It's mainly just a filler because the next one is the ending and I already have that all written out, but I didn't have a way to bring it around. Also, I can't write fight scenes. In case you hadn't noticed, which I'm sure you did. So, please just bear with me!
Mia-hehehe! That's funny! Don't worry about it! I'll be sure to tell you all about the chapters at school, where you can't get away from me! MUHAHAHAHA!
SickmindedSucker-I feel so bad cuz you were all ready for the Jean bashing and I did such a crappy job of it..I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!! And the pink is because she couldn't go orange cuz that's already what St. John is, I can't stand the thought of green because it reminds me of snott, and I don't blue usually turns out a gross green/gray colour. So pink was the last BRIGHT colour I could think of! I know, I hate pink too...
ishandahalf-No, I don't have any skills, my dog got the poor bunny, and since I'm poor I'm not sure I can afford another one ( But anyway, you bring up a good point about Remy not really caring, all will be dealt with though, so stay fateful, by the way, I was reading another story that I love and noticed that you'd already read it.....how do you know where all the great stories are?
DemonRogue13- I am not evil, I'm slightly warped, thanks for the review (
Snowee- Hahaha! Got another one! Thanks for the review, means so much!
RoguesHeart – How'd you like that? Ask you to be my translator and don't even use you! I'm so mean! Can you ever forgive me? Also, if you could forgive my attempted badness at my own attempts of cajanese I would be very thankful (
Star-of-Chaos-I tried writing John and a bowl of matchsticks I really did, but it just didn't fit in no matter how many times I tried, I hope your not to disappointed in me! Btw, love your story! UPDATE SOON! Sorry...
"Talking"
A/N-It was so sad! My computer stopped working or something because I didn't get any of your reviews so I entered a stat of depression thinking that nobody liked my story! It wasn't until three days ago that I signed into fanfiction to re-read my story to figure out why nobody liked it that I figured out that people were reviewing! So sorry about the wait! So onward good readers!
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"Oy! What 'append to you, Sheila?" gasped St. John between laughs. "What do you mean?" asked Mia, smiling a dangerously sweet smile. "I mean, what the blazes happened to your 'air! And who's the mate hittin' on Remy?" laughed St. John, obviously amused by the thought of the ragin' Cajun pole dancing. "That's Ryan, and your St. John, right?" Mia asked again. She liked this guy. "Pyro's the name, Sheila.!" Stated Pryo proudly. "Pyro?" asked Zoë, a little concerned. "Yup! Pyro, cuz I can do this.." and with that he whipped out his lighter. He was about to light it when Kitty grabbed it out of his hands and put it in her pocket. "And you're not getting it back until tonight!" she hissed. "OY! Oh, common mate, don't be like that! I gotta show the Sheila why they call me Pyro!" St. John pouted. "And that's exactly why your not getting it back!" she stated firmly. "Sorry about that. He likes to think he can control fire. He gets a lot of burns playing with candles..." Kurt tried to cover hoping that they'd believe him. Mia and her friends looked like the were buying it, when St. John suddenly shouts out.. "BUT I CAN CONTROLL IT! I've been able to control it since I've been nine! If you don't believe me, ask me mate Gambit!" he pointed to Remy. "I thought you said his name was Remy, Mia." Max stated, sounding very board. "Meh, that's what they told me. And don't worry 'bout it boy, we believe you. I mean Ryan over there can control water, so why can't you control fire?" Mia stated, also sounding board. "What? You mean you know about mutants? And your okay with them?" asked Scott, wary about the looks the little group was receiving from the rest of the bar. "Sure we do, who doesn't? Common, lets go grab a table." Max said and pointed to a table in the back. "I get to sit next to the piece of hot manly man!" screeched Ryan excitedly, really getting into his role. When the group got to the table and figured out the seating plane, Mia and Jean somehow managed to be sitting next to each other. Jean kept throwing distasteful glares at Mia, and Mia kept imagining pulling out perfect Jeannie's perfectly fake hair.
"So, you know about mutants?" asked Scott again.
"Mmmhmm, I like water, probably as much as your flamer likes fire." Ryan stated dreamily whilst staring infatuatedly at Remy, and toying with his jacket as Remy tried to scoot closer to Kitty.
"Stop it, Remy." Kitty hissed, trying to pay attention to the conversation at the table.
"OY! I'm not the one pawing Remy!" Pryo snapped, obviously upset that Ryan thought he was gay.
"Not what I meant honey, although it is a damn shame." Ryan said, tearing his gaze away from Remy long enough to wink at St. John. Remy started to smile thinking that the crazy man sitting next to him would finally back off. No such luck though..
"Oh! He's even hotter when he smiles!" Ryan squealed.
"Chere, why don't you go sit over there with Scott?" Remy practically begged.
"Ohh! Mia! I'm no linguistic, but doesn't Chere mean Dear? Ohh, he's calling me dear!!"
All the table was trying to keep their laughter in at the poor Cajuns expense, all that is but Jean.
"Oh my god. Give it a break. He doesn't like you. Now, about your mutation. What can you do? When did you realize you had it?" Jean was abruptly cut off by a slap to the face.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Cried Jean, turning her furious gaze to Mia who was glaring daggers at her and clenching her fists.
"Now, I don't know what your problem is, but I suggest you sit your ass down, shut up and TRY to enjoy yourself. I know that poll up your ass makes it a little hard, but none the less, try, because if you can't handle if, then you should go. Now!" Mia gritted out.
"Look, I don't know what you problem is, but this is more important then getting drunk. Seeing as how you probably get drunk every night of the week, maybe you can wait until AFTER the grown-ups have a talk before getting completely sloshed!" Jean shouted right back. Before anyone knew what was happening Mia's fist shot out and punched Jean right in her nose while her other hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Jeans hair and started repeatedly bashing her head into the table until Jean used her T.K to push Mia out of her seat.
"Jean! Calm down!" Scott shouted, secretly happy that Mia had beaten the shit out of Jean.
"Scott! I didn't do anything! She-she! Oh my god! I am SO GONE!" Jean shouted before jumping up and storming out of the pub. Blood leaving a trail the front of her perfect shirt.
All the while Mia sat there looking like the cat that ate the canary, very pleased that she had beaten up the snot, even if she didn't get to pull out any of her hair. And the night hadn't even started yet!
"See boys, and that's why you don't piss off Mia." Zoë stated proudly while sneaking glances at St. John. Something about that boy was hot.
"We already knew that, Sheila. Why don't I buy you a drink?" St. John asked as he had noticed the girl looking him over now that he didn't have his lighter to fondle. (A/N-Does that sound as dirty to you as it does to me?)
"You go girl! Now, if only a certain rajun Cajun would get the same idea..." Ryan hinted, secretly delighted at the shade of red the poor Cajun was turning.
"Ya, why don't you buy him a drink, bub?" put in Logan, who up until now had been watching the proceedings quietly. He was very proud that his "little girl" had beaten up the bitch. And now he was in mood to party.
"Common Roro, lets go dancing." He said as he grabbed her hand and they both fled to the dance floor.
"Common Cajun, lets go dancing!" Ryan squealed as he tried unsuccessfully to pull Remy to the dance floor.
"Sorry, mon ami, Remy be tinking he be sittin dis one out." Remy said while trying to get a good look at Rogue.
A/N-First of all I want to say sorry for this crappy chapter. It's mainly just a filler because the next one is the ending and I already have that all written out, but I didn't have a way to bring it around. Also, I can't write fight scenes. In case you hadn't noticed, which I'm sure you did. So, please just bear with me!
Mia-hehehe! That's funny! Don't worry about it! I'll be sure to tell you all about the chapters at school, where you can't get away from me! MUHAHAHAHA!
SickmindedSucker-I feel so bad cuz you were all ready for the Jean bashing and I did such a crappy job of it..I'M SO SORRY PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!! And the pink is because she couldn't go orange cuz that's already what St. John is, I can't stand the thought of green because it reminds me of snott, and I don't blue usually turns out a gross green/gray colour. So pink was the last BRIGHT colour I could think of! I know, I hate pink too...
ishandahalf-No, I don't have any skills, my dog got the poor bunny, and since I'm poor I'm not sure I can afford another one ( But anyway, you bring up a good point about Remy not really caring, all will be dealt with though, so stay fateful, by the way, I was reading another story that I love and noticed that you'd already read it.....how do you know where all the great stories are?
DemonRogue13- I am not evil, I'm slightly warped, thanks for the review (
Snowee- Hahaha! Got another one! Thanks for the review, means so much!
RoguesHeart – How'd you like that? Ask you to be my translator and don't even use you! I'm so mean! Can you ever forgive me? Also, if you could forgive my attempted badness at my own attempts of cajanese I would be very thankful (
Star-of-Chaos-I tried writing John and a bowl of matchsticks I really did, but it just didn't fit in no matter how many times I tried, I hope your not to disappointed in me! Btw, love your story! UPDATE SOON! Sorry...