Disclaimer-The laws of the universe refuse to bend to my will, so once
again, the characters in this story aren't mine.
"Talking"
'Thinking/brooding'
!%flashback!%
--------Story HO!--------------------ahahaha, ho, ahaha--------
"Come on girl, re-think this! There are better ways to go about this, something less drastic maybe?" pleaded a desperate Ryan.
"No Ryan, I made up my mind. This is how it's going to be!" stated Ria, all doubt gone from her voice.
"What's going on?" asked Max, who until now had been filling Zoë in on the situation.
"Max, tell her that she can't go threw with this!" shouted Ryan, gesturing widely at Ria.
"Ria, what the hell are you doing? You can't go threw with this...this..stupid plan!" Max said after getting a hold on the situation.
"Look guys, I know this may see kinda sudden, but think about it, I was a Goth for most of my life, I should go back to my roots!" stated Ria, a little less firmly now.
Ria, Max, and Ryan were in the living room, the later two trying to talk Ria out of going out in public dressed as a Goth.
"That was Rogue, your Mia now!" shouted Ryan. "You can't just up and change yourself over night!" he tried to talk her out of her plan again.
"Yes I can, that's what I did with Mia! Oh, come on guys, its fun being a Goth!" she tried to convince them.
"Come on, well go to the mall and you'll see all of your pretty kilts and change your mind." Max patronized.
"Come on! Let me have some fun!" pouted Ria.
"Ria! Your not even dressed up as a Goth! Your wearing things that people wear everyday, the only thing different is your face, its kind of scary!" stated Ryan, trying to get her to see the light with humor.
"He's right you know, you look like a rejected Clown." Called Max from his position now in front of the T.V.
"Fine, be that way!" sulked Ria as she stuck out her tongue and went to the bathroom to wash off her make-up.
Remy's POV and memories...
Remy was lying on his back staring up at a picture of him and Rogue he had taped onto the ceiling. They found her. She wasn't dead, or hurt, or living on the streets. She was okay. She had friends, she was in college, and she had a job. She also didn't remember the X: Men, didn't remember him. He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. Everything he thought led him to believe him it was a good thing, but that didn't help the ache in his heart. He knew he had screwed up, had lost the one good thing in his pointless live, but damn it, it still hurt!
!%!%!%!%!%!%!%!%!% "Come on, chere, just give Remy a chance. He show you we could be great together, non?" pleaded Remy. Normally he was above pleading, didn't need it, he was the King of Hearts after all, women fell at his feet like kindle burns in a fire. Fast and hard and hot. But not this one. She teased him, and evaded him, and gave as good as she got, but she wouldn't even consider dating him. At first it was just a challenge, but once he got to know her he slowly started to fall in love. It was like she was taking a flashlight, finding all the dark places in his soul and filing them with light, and that was when he was being rejected by her! Just imagine what it would be like if she loved him! "Fine." "Fine, chere, be dat way, just remember, wait, did you say yes?" he was amazed. Finally, a chance to show her how good they could be together. She laughed. God, that sound, it was like a soothing balm was being put over his frazzled nerves. He didn't even know he had been frazzled until her laugh had soothed it away. Life was about to get very good. He would show her just how love was supposed to be. !% !%!%!%!%!%!%!%!%
Then he had let her down. Gotten drunk and slept with another woman. Not only another woman, the woman his chere couldn't stand the most. Jean Grey. Mon Deiu, what had he been thinking? That's the problem, he wasn't, and he had lost his angel. He didn't ask for much. A good bottle of bourbon every once and a while, a good fight after the bourbon and a wonderful fille to spend the night with. He had all that and he lost it. He hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol since she had left, and he hadn't even looked at another woman. He couldn't. He'd already hurt her too much, and if she was dead, he wasn't about to shame her beautiful spirit anymore.
Then it had happened, she was alive and the professor had found her. She was happy and she was loved by friends and she could touch. Most of all, she couldn't remember all the times she had been used and betrayed. He was happy that she had a new start in life, but he would be a million times happier if he could start out new with her. Maybe he'd give it a try. He'd do everything right this time, treat her like the goddess she was. And if she remembered then he'd explain what an ass he was and how sorry he was, or something like that, but he'd make her see, he loved her and Jean didn't mean a damn thing, she was worse then a mistake. Once he had gotten that worked out in his head he decided to go out and see what the rest of his team mates were doing.
"Remy! Good, your done, like, mopping. Wanna come see a movie with me? Were not due to see Rogue till, like, later and I can't stand the anticipation. We can, like, talk about how much fun we had last night!" screeched a very exited Kitty the moment he stepped out of his room. He loved the petite like a sister, but sometimes he just wanted to duct tape her and throw her in a closet she could be that annoying.
"Sure, petite, why not? Anyone else wanna come?" offered Remy as he put on his shoes.
"Vhat movie?" asked Kurt, smiling shyly at Kitty.
'They'd make a good couple. Its about time she started to give him a chance. Never did like Lance with the petite, but Kurt'll take good care of her.' Remy thought to himself as he watch the two flirt.
"Like, dunno. Whatever's at the theater, I guess.
"Remy tinks he be sitting this out out, petite, but Kurt will take you, right, homme?" asked Remy, deciding to give the two some private time.
"Oh, okay!" stated Kitty, a little to chirpily, as she latched onto Kurts arm and pulled him out the door.
'Hope he doesn't screw up like I did. Well, back to my room for more moping.' And with that, Remy returned to his room.
A/N-Hope you liked. Not sure how much longer this'll be. I think 'bout two more chapters, so just keep with me please! Thanks!
RoguesHeart-Thank you! I hope your exam went well!
DemonRogue13-Glade you liked the chapter, hopefully you like this one too!
Ishandahalf-yes yes, confusions and choices are fun and angsty!
Star-of-Chaos-Total Recall, isn't that a movie? Yes, what will she decided? Who will she leave? What will happen now? Keep writing your story..wait, how'd that get in there? lol!
"Talking"
'Thinking/brooding'
!%flashback!%
--------Story HO!--------------------ahahaha, ho, ahaha--------
"Come on girl, re-think this! There are better ways to go about this, something less drastic maybe?" pleaded a desperate Ryan.
"No Ryan, I made up my mind. This is how it's going to be!" stated Ria, all doubt gone from her voice.
"What's going on?" asked Max, who until now had been filling Zoë in on the situation.
"Max, tell her that she can't go threw with this!" shouted Ryan, gesturing widely at Ria.
"Ria, what the hell are you doing? You can't go threw with this...this..stupid plan!" Max said after getting a hold on the situation.
"Look guys, I know this may see kinda sudden, but think about it, I was a Goth for most of my life, I should go back to my roots!" stated Ria, a little less firmly now.
Ria, Max, and Ryan were in the living room, the later two trying to talk Ria out of going out in public dressed as a Goth.
"That was Rogue, your Mia now!" shouted Ryan. "You can't just up and change yourself over night!" he tried to talk her out of her plan again.
"Yes I can, that's what I did with Mia! Oh, come on guys, its fun being a Goth!" she tried to convince them.
"Come on, well go to the mall and you'll see all of your pretty kilts and change your mind." Max patronized.
"Come on! Let me have some fun!" pouted Ria.
"Ria! Your not even dressed up as a Goth! Your wearing things that people wear everyday, the only thing different is your face, its kind of scary!" stated Ryan, trying to get her to see the light with humor.
"He's right you know, you look like a rejected Clown." Called Max from his position now in front of the T.V.
"Fine, be that way!" sulked Ria as she stuck out her tongue and went to the bathroom to wash off her make-up.
Remy's POV and memories...
Remy was lying on his back staring up at a picture of him and Rogue he had taped onto the ceiling. They found her. She wasn't dead, or hurt, or living on the streets. She was okay. She had friends, she was in college, and she had a job. She also didn't remember the X: Men, didn't remember him. He couldn't decide if that was a good thing or not. Everything he thought led him to believe him it was a good thing, but that didn't help the ache in his heart. He knew he had screwed up, had lost the one good thing in his pointless live, but damn it, it still hurt!
!%!%!%!%!%!%!%!%!% "Come on, chere, just give Remy a chance. He show you we could be great together, non?" pleaded Remy. Normally he was above pleading, didn't need it, he was the King of Hearts after all, women fell at his feet like kindle burns in a fire. Fast and hard and hot. But not this one. She teased him, and evaded him, and gave as good as she got, but she wouldn't even consider dating him. At first it was just a challenge, but once he got to know her he slowly started to fall in love. It was like she was taking a flashlight, finding all the dark places in his soul and filing them with light, and that was when he was being rejected by her! Just imagine what it would be like if she loved him! "Fine." "Fine, chere, be dat way, just remember, wait, did you say yes?" he was amazed. Finally, a chance to show her how good they could be together. She laughed. God, that sound, it was like a soothing balm was being put over his frazzled nerves. He didn't even know he had been frazzled until her laugh had soothed it away. Life was about to get very good. He would show her just how love was supposed to be. !% !%!%!%!%!%!%!%!%
Then he had let her down. Gotten drunk and slept with another woman. Not only another woman, the woman his chere couldn't stand the most. Jean Grey. Mon Deiu, what had he been thinking? That's the problem, he wasn't, and he had lost his angel. He didn't ask for much. A good bottle of bourbon every once and a while, a good fight after the bourbon and a wonderful fille to spend the night with. He had all that and he lost it. He hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol since she had left, and he hadn't even looked at another woman. He couldn't. He'd already hurt her too much, and if she was dead, he wasn't about to shame her beautiful spirit anymore.
Then it had happened, she was alive and the professor had found her. She was happy and she was loved by friends and she could touch. Most of all, she couldn't remember all the times she had been used and betrayed. He was happy that she had a new start in life, but he would be a million times happier if he could start out new with her. Maybe he'd give it a try. He'd do everything right this time, treat her like the goddess she was. And if she remembered then he'd explain what an ass he was and how sorry he was, or something like that, but he'd make her see, he loved her and Jean didn't mean a damn thing, she was worse then a mistake. Once he had gotten that worked out in his head he decided to go out and see what the rest of his team mates were doing.
"Remy! Good, your done, like, mopping. Wanna come see a movie with me? Were not due to see Rogue till, like, later and I can't stand the anticipation. We can, like, talk about how much fun we had last night!" screeched a very exited Kitty the moment he stepped out of his room. He loved the petite like a sister, but sometimes he just wanted to duct tape her and throw her in a closet she could be that annoying.
"Sure, petite, why not? Anyone else wanna come?" offered Remy as he put on his shoes.
"Vhat movie?" asked Kurt, smiling shyly at Kitty.
'They'd make a good couple. Its about time she started to give him a chance. Never did like Lance with the petite, but Kurt'll take good care of her.' Remy thought to himself as he watch the two flirt.
"Like, dunno. Whatever's at the theater, I guess.
"Remy tinks he be sitting this out out, petite, but Kurt will take you, right, homme?" asked Remy, deciding to give the two some private time.
"Oh, okay!" stated Kitty, a little to chirpily, as she latched onto Kurts arm and pulled him out the door.
'Hope he doesn't screw up like I did. Well, back to my room for more moping.' And with that, Remy returned to his room.
A/N-Hope you liked. Not sure how much longer this'll be. I think 'bout two more chapters, so just keep with me please! Thanks!
RoguesHeart-Thank you! I hope your exam went well!
DemonRogue13-Glade you liked the chapter, hopefully you like this one too!
Ishandahalf-yes yes, confusions and choices are fun and angsty!
Star-of-Chaos-Total Recall, isn't that a movie? Yes, what will she decided? Who will she leave? What will happen now? Keep writing your story..wait, how'd that get in there? lol!