PRE-A/N: Woot for all you guys! I love ya!

-Ish: I know what you mean. I have a rule about romance novels because of just that: I don't read them in public. Only in my room. Alone. Where I can zone out and concentrate in peace without anyone walking in on me. There are just some things that need to be read alone.

-TheDreamerLady (aka Amanda): How terrible! Wrong math class and shitty classmates. So sorry. Hope it gets better. Oh, and your costume's gonna be interesting, to say the least.

-Dru: The thing with Rogue is that she doesn't really have a purpose to her life. Have you noticed? It bugs the hell out of me. I just think that she has to have some dream, right? So if picked writer, although I read that she loves to cook, too, so I think she might like to become a chef or caterer, or maybe even a children's social worker so that no one would have to go through with their foster/adoptive parents what she did. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Rogue shrugged nonchalantly at Wanda's questioning. "Yeah, Ah was thinkin' about writtin' a goth romance. You know: they'd meet through a mutual friend, at a rave or somethin', leave togethah to go have hot bondage sex, and then the friend reveals himself ta be a voyah, and the book ends with the final acceptance of the friend by the couple an' a voyahritic orgy."

Wanda nodded in approval. John was listening intently and fiddling with the cap on his pen, wishing it were his lighter. Remy had zoned out and had absolutely nothing to say to any of that.

Rogue scowled when she noticed Remy's expression and shoved him out of the way so that she could pay for her new sparkle lamp.

After a second, Wanda frowned and caught up with Rogue at the counter, leaving the boys to have a little chit-chat. "Wait a sec, I don't know any goth who acts like that," she insisted.

"Ah know," Rogue said. "But it's a romance. Doesn' have ta make sense. Besides, mah real idea's way too sappy. If Ah actually said what Ah was thinkin' mah reputation might not recovah."

"It's a romance," Wanda quoted her sarcastically. "There's no such thing as too sappy."

The line inched up and they moved with it.

"Yeah, but too much story an' not enough sex ruins a good romance novel."

Wanda had to agree. She knew a good many romances that had been dragged down by way to much plot.

Remy was still standing by the window displays with St. John, grilling his former teammate for information. "So ya sayin' dat chicks read dese an' get off?"

"Yup."

"Why? I mean, dey're books," he mused, trying to figure out the female psyche. "Why cain' dey just watch porn like normal people?"

"Don't ask me, mate," Pyro shrugged. "The sheila's need it spelled out for 'em, so I help supply it."

Remy shook his head. He was definitely going to have to get his hands on a romance novel so that he could see what he was missing. &%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%&%

POST-A/N: Okay, I know it's short, but I'm tired and I couldn't think of a good transition into the next tid-bit. So sue me.