Shouting From The Rooftops
Whoohoo! I finally updated! Sorry for the late update...I had a lot of trouble with the Romy. But I finally settled on something very touchy for some of you guys, and for that I apologize. My favorite part of this chapter had to be the Tabietro, though...Well, hope you guys like it!
Everyone: Too lazy for individual answers. You guys make me so happy with all your reviews! I haven't got one flame yet, so thanks a bunch. I hope this chapter is worth the wait...And I promise the next one won't be so long a wait!
I'm sorry for the Crystal bashing ang her being so OOC, but I haven't read the comics and know nothing about her, I'm just borrowing her. She's property of Marvel, not me.
Damn
"Its frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard, sir." "It'd be far worse not to, have her."
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Pietro Maximoff."
Pietro turned around to see Tabby smiling at him. He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled softly.
"Why do we always end up meeting like this?"
Tabby laughed and shook her head. "Are you here with anyone?"
"Actually, no...My girl friend just broke up with me." Pietro replied, pointing in the direction of tall, beautiful blonde woman talking with some other girls. "Crystal."
Tabby raised her eyebrows as an idea came to her. She quickly took Pietro's arm, and grinned at him. "Lets have a little fun, huh?"
Pietro looked at her in confusion, while she grinned devilishly at him. He quickly realized what she meant, and pulled his arm away from her, scowling. "Pietro Maximoff doesn't need anyone to make a girl jealous."
"She's looking this way."
Pietro immediately grabbed Tabby and dipped her in one swift motion, pressing his kips on hers. Tabby snapped her eyes shut, and moved her hands to Pietro's shoulders. She felt his tongue playing against her lips, and had to fight the urge to kiss back. After a moment, he pulled away and stood up with her. Both glanced in Crystal's direction, to find the blonde glaring at them. Tabby grinned at the look on her face, and looked up to Pietro, feeling his arm wrap around her waist.
"I think someone's jealous." She whispered.
Pietro nodded at Crystal, then turned away, pulling Tabby with him. The blonde rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. "So...where to? Any other girls to make jealous?"
Pietro looked sideways her. "Not unless you want to."
"Pietro!"
Pietro and Tabby turned to see Crystal glaring at them. "Who's the slut?"
Tabby pressed her lips together and walked out of Pietro's arms. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me!"
Tabby put her hands together, but Pietro covered them quickly. "Cool it, huh?"
Tabby glared from Pietro to Crystal. "Fine. Keep her. Not like I care."
Pietro watched Tabby move away from him, walk past Crystal with a glare, and walk way with her fists shaking. He brought his eyebrows together, feeling a small tinge of guilt. Crystal's face lightened up and she took Pietro' arm in the same manner Tabby had.
"Forget her, Pie. Lets go out!"
Pietro looked from Tabby's retreating form to Crystal.
Damn.
--X-Mansion--
Remy heard footsteps coming his way, instantly knowing that it was Rogue. As she neared, he jumped from the corner where two walls met and did just what he planned--
He slammed right into the Gothic beauty. Both mutants fell to the ground and landed with a thump. Remy grinned sheepishly across at Rogue, who looked horrified. After a moment, she looked away and reached across the ground in a flash, gathering up whatever she had dropped. Remy couldn't see what she cradled in her hand, but it was something shiny, like a coin or something.
Rogue quickly pulled herself up and balled her hand into a fist around the object. She quickly turned away from the Cajun as he stood up as well, not wanting him to see her in such a state. Remy hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Aren't ya gonna yell at me, Chere?"
Rogue pulled away from him and started down the hall with light but quick footsteps. "Ah-Ah will latah."
Remy perked an eyebrow but jogged up to her, wondering why she was so quick to get away from him. "Ange? You ok?"
"Ah'm fahne, Remy!" She practically screeched, turned to face him.
What Remy saw sprinkling down her cheeks took him by complete surprise. Tears played blindly in her eyes, smearing her makeup all over the place. He wondered why he hadn't noticed it before, it wasn't that hard to miss. The tough little Goth girl, crying, was something no one sees everyday. Remy watched as she brought her hand up to her cheek and wiped away the dark tears, turning from him once again.
"Chere..."
Remy watched her hug herself and again walk away from him. He had to say something, make her feel better. If only he knew what was bothering her. Before he could take a step, she looked over she shoulder without stopping.
"Ah'm sorry yah had ta see meh lahke this, Remy. No one should..."
"No, Rogue. It's ok. What's wrong?" He finally found his voice and caught up to her.
Well, Remy, I think I might be in love with you, but I can't touch anyone and no one can touch me. So I know you would never want to be with me because I have restrictions. I'm all alone I guess that just now hit me... Rogue shook her head. "It's nothin'."
Remy frowned with concern and disbelief. "Yes it is."
Remy sighed and stopped in her tracks, falling against the wall. She looked down at her hand and slowly opened it, so Remy could see the object she held had nothing to do with money. It was shiny, all right, and sharp, covered with blood on one end.
"Wha-Chere? What are you doin' wit' a razorblade?"
Rogue blinked away the tears and let the blade drop to the ground, the sound of it hitting echoing through the walls. There was a cut on her hand where she had squeezed the sharp end towards her, never meaning to cut herself. She wasn't planning to do anything with it, but when she saw Remy she needed something to fight away the pain. Anything to take her mind off of him, and focus on something else. It was the only way to release her anger and pain, and not take it out on someone else.
Suddenly, Remy reached over and covered her gloved hands as she felt herself sliding to the floor. The Cajun followed and let her lean against him, placing strong arms around her shoulders. He felt her body shaking around him as she sobbed silently in his shoulder.
Remy didn't know what to say to her. What could he say? She was untouchable in more ways than one and he knew she wouldn't listen if he told her he loved her. He wanted to make the pain go away, to fix her broken heart and give her freedom of the pain, but he didn't know how.
Damn.
--BoM Boarding House--
"Um...John? I really, really like you, and...Damn!"
Wanda scowled. What the hell was she going to say to him? She'd never felt so nervous around someone before, especially not a guy. Even though she wasn't exactly the flirty type, she was always cool around guys whenever she went out. But John was something totally different. And she didn't know if she liked the feeling or not.
Love was confusing like that.
Wanda scrunched up her nose in a wondering manner, staring at her reflection. Love? The thought made her want to laugh out loud. Of course she didn't love John. She'd only known him for about two weeks. Not even that long. But in such short time, they'd kissed twice and somehow gotten into a position where John was on top of her.
And she liked it.
"Wanda?"
Wanda whirled around to see John standing in her doorway. She raised her eyebrows, waiting for him to say something, give her a reason why he was staring at her.
"Who were you talking to?"
Wanda's eyes widened. "Did you hear..."
"I hear you say, 'Damn!' but that's it...Why?" He questioned, coming closer to her.
Wanda sighed with relief. "Good."
John perked an eyebrow, but decided not to push the subject. "Okay...Well, I promised to go with Lance to get tires or something or another...Maybe I'll stop by the lighter store...Do they even have lighter stores..." He muttered, walking out.
Wanda blinked, then quickly raised her hand. "Um, John? I uh...I needed to ask you something."
John spun around." Shoot."
Wanda stared wide-eyed at him. What the hell am I gonna say? Shit. "So...uh...Are we..." She paused and looked down, feeling a blush come on. "Official?"
John stared at her, feeling his face grow hot and felt ashamed. Had he really led her to believe that? She looked up with a light blush spread across her cheeks. He'd never seen her blush before, and he liked it.
"So? At least give me answer."
John looked down, looked her over, and avoided her eyes as he answered, "I'm...I'm kinda...seeing someone..."
Wanda's jaw literally dropped and her eyes widened considerably. "Wh-What?"
John scratched his head in place of something to say.
"Who?"
"Amara..."
John was cut off. "From the X-Men!"
"Yea, that Amara. Look Wanda-"
"You bastard!" she cried, taking a step toward him.
John took a step back, but she kept walking, her fist held up just to be ready. John reached out and covered her hand with his, and continued, "I tried to tell you but-"
Wanda pressed her other hand on John's chest and pushed him backward, out the doorway. He stumbled but didn't fall, and watched as the angry Scarlet Witch walked over to her dresser. She opened the first drawer, known worldwide as the socks and under garments drawer. She reached in and took out a handful, then turned around and threw them at John's face.
"Here, take them! Its what you wanted isn't it!?"
John managed to dodge the first batch of dark colors, but a bra hit him right in the face.
"This is all you want! You don't care about me! So take it!"
"Wanda, stop-"
Wanda stared at him angrily, her lips slightly parted in shock, as another handful was hexed into him.
"Shut up! Just shut up!" She cried, her eyes closing tight as her hands once again balled into fists.
John felt weak, and his chest erupted in a terrible ache. "I'm sorry..."
Wanda didn't bother to open her eyes. She only turned her head to the side and pointed towards her door, so it swung shut. John sighed and slumped against the wall.
Wanda pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes in an attempt to stop the tears that threatened so dangerously to fall. She took a step forward and fell against her bed with a thump. She couldn't remember the last time she cried, and she wasn't about to shed tears over him. Wanda pulled her hands away from her eyes and crossed them, resting her head on her arms. Taking a deep sigh, the Scarlet Witch immediately regretted ever taking that first glance at the pyromaniac.
Damn.