Shouting From The Rooftops

The bit of song from the previous chapter is from Breaking Benjamin's song Rain. It's sort of a hint of what will happen...I'll use the whole song later. I really do recommend it for anyone, it's the most beautiful song I've ever heard and I don't even like stuff like that! The song in this chapter is called Follow, also by Breaking Benjamin. Every song I use will be Breaking Benjamin, Yellowcard, or Spineshank.

Needs And Wants

"So this is where your heart truly lies, then?" "It is."

After a few moments of silence, that certain understanding between two friends, Wanda turned towards the doors.

"I guess I'm gonna go now. I doubt the house is still standing." Wanda finally said, the tears that had formed in her eyes had been pushed down.

"Are yah sure? Yah always have a room here, if ya want." Rogue offered, turning towards her friend.

Wanda shook her head. "It's ok. I guess I have a lot of thinking to do."

Rogue didn't know why Wanda was being this open with her. Everyone needed someone to talk to sometimes, but Wanda was never known to do that. Besides the questions floating around in Rogue's head, she decided not to trouble Wanda, knowing that the situation she was in was a bad one and the Scarlet Witch actually needed someone to lean on.

Rogue put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Well we're here, ya know?"

Wanda nodded, but pushed Rogue's hand from her shoulder and walked, slightly hunched, into her room. Rogue waited until Wanda had left her room and started down the hall to go back into the room. Remy was sitting on the bed, and looked up as she walked in.

"She'll be ok, Chere." He asked, a wondering look on his face.

Rogue shrugged, she really didn't know this time. She walked over to Remy and sat down beside him, rubbing her arms, trying to warm up from the cold night air. Remy wrapped his arms around her for the second time that day, loving the way she fit so perfectly leaning against him.

Rogue sighed and looked up at Remy, still amazed that the handsome Cajun loved her just as much as she did him. Then a question came to her mind.

"Remy, why didja join tha X-Men in tha first place?"

Remy looked lost in thought for a moment before shrugging. "To be closer to you, mon Chere."

Rogue narrowed her eyes. "No, really?"

Remy nodded. "That was my intention."

Rogue shifted in his arms so she was lying across the bed. "Well Ah came here to get away from Mystique."

Remy glanced down at her. "Isn't she you're mother? What did she do ta yah, Chere?"

"Betrayed meh. She tried to make meh hate the X-Men by turning into them and attacking meh. When Ah found out, I left the Brotherhood because they knew everything." Rogue explained, leaving out details and the most important part of the story, the part that happened right before she joined the X-Men, the part about Carol Danvers.

Remy nodded, knowing she was hiding something but knowing she didn't want to talk about it. If she had wanted to, she would have told him. She would in time, though, and the Cajun would be patient until she was ready to rely on him for anything. Rogue still had trouble trusting anyone, and Remy wasn't going to rush her. He was willing to earn her trust no matter what.

"So? I told you my story, you tell me yours." Rogue demanded playfully after the silence.

"There's really nothin' to tell, Chere. My father treated me like a weapon so I broke away and joined the Acolytes. After that, I came here."

"You're hiding something."

"So are you, Chere."

Rogue was silent after that, not yet wanting to push the subject further than it had already gone. For now she would just enjoy the Cajun's strong arms that were protecting her from the world.

Bayville Mall

"Tabby and Pietro? I can't believe it."

Amara and Jubilee stood behind a rack of clothes, staring as the speed demon and wild child walked arm in arm. Amara shook her head, disgusted at her best friend.

"Well he is kinda cute..." Jubilee trailed off, not wanted to piss off the fire queen.

"So what? He's the enemy." Amara snapped.

Jubilee shrugged. She didn't see what the big problem was. Then she realized something...

"Hey, aren't you dating Pyro?"

Amara turned to her in a flash with her eyes narrowed dangerously. "That's different."

"How so?" Jubilee challenged.

Amara stared at her for a moment, before grabbing her hand and walking off deeper into the store. Jubilee smirked, knowing she had gotten the best of her friend.

Meanwhile, Pietro and Tabby couldn't be happier being in each other's company. They walked arm in arm, close together, showing of each other to any eyes willing to look. Tabby caught some girls giving Pietro a mean look, others eyeing him, but she also noticed that Pietro didn't spare a glance.

The speed demon smiled, looking sideways at his beautiful new girl friend, watching her give dirty looks to the girls that looked at him. He was liking it too, the looks she gave them was priceless.

"So..." The blond finally said, turning to him besides the pain in her neck.

Pietro shrugged. "I usually just take chicks home, ya know."

Tabby's eyes narrowed at this. "Nuh uh."

"No, I didn't mean it like that."

Tabby looked him over for a second before nodding. "So what do you suggest we do?"

Pietro grinned, making Tabby regret what she had just said. Suddenly, she found herself in Pietro arms, moving rapidly from the mall. Everything was blur until the speed demon finally stopped just outside a club.

"God damn it, Pietro!" Tabby shouted at him as he put her down.

"Sorry babe. You're just too slow for me." The speed demon answered with a smirk.

Tabby looked around for a moment, realizing Pietro had stopped right infront of a nightclub. Velvet Midnight (1), as it was called, looked new and modern, just the kind that Tabby liked. She turned to Pietro with an idea and a smirk on her face.

"Too slow, huh? Wanna prove it?"

Pietro perked an eyebrow. "How."

Tabby smiled and grabbed his wrists, leading him to the short line infront of Velvet Midnight. "Dancing, speedy."

"How can you dance? I thought you were in the worst pain of you're life.

"I feel fine! I'm queen of the dance floor."

"Oh really?" Pietro smiled at her. "Well by tonight, there will be a new ass on that throne."

Tabby crossed her arms. "We'll see about that."

As soon as the two were inside, they surveyed the scene. All of the chairs were covered in purple velvet, as well as the linings of the walls and stage. Almost everything was purple, except for the bar that was black and the stage floor that was also black. Tabby, full of excitement, pulled Pietro towards the purple dance floor.

When they reached the dance floor, wet with sweat from the different bodies, Tabby turned to Pietro and grabbed his wrists again. She backed up into the crowd, smiling at him as he grinned his signature grin, adding a special touch to it just for her. When it felt right, Tabby moved closer to her boyfriend and let go of his wrists. She started to shake her hips as an unnamable dance tune started to play.

The speed demon let his hands slip around Tabitha's waist as her moving body dancing extremely close to his. Her hands found their way around his neck, hanging loosely but enough to make herself known. After dancing that way for what seemed like forever, Tabby finally broke away from Pietro started to do her own thing. Her hands rose above her head and twirled at the same speed as her hips.

After a moment, she reached over and held her hand out to Pietro, who grabbed her hand and laced his fingers with hers. He pulled her closer to him and started to dance almost in the manner as she did, their hands held up high. The speed demon twirled his girlfriend after a moment, letting her move away from him for a second.

Finally, a slower song came on and most people on the dance floor paired up with theirs or strangers, some heading off to the bar. Pietro and Tabby hadn't had enough yet, but came together anyway. Pietro wrapped his arms around her waist and Tabby rested her arms around his neck. They started to move slowly with a small distance between them, obviously so they could stare into each other's eyes.

"So, how was that?" The blonde asked with a seductive smile.

Pietro shrugged. "Not bad."

"You're not bad yourself, speedy." She answered, leaning into him.

They danced that way for a moment, before tabby finally pulled away and looked up at him again. She smiled, a true smile, and her eyes seemed to sparkle with something that couldn't be placed. Pietro found himself smiling back, a kind of smile that he wasn't used to.

Kitty...aka Lance's Jeep

Wanda put her arms on the steering wheel and rested her head on her arms. She groaned, not wanting to do anything. She didn't want to move, to breathe, to fall in love. Starting the car and driving home suddenly became an impossible task. She felt so weak, inside and outside. Curling up and fall asleep for all of eternity seemed like a great idea at the moment.

Beside the fact that she hated the world at the moment, Wanda finally started the car and started down the street. She was relived to find a song on the radio that wasn't depressing, but loud, hard and full of hatred. She forced a soft smile, something about listening to music like this made her feel so good despite the mood she was in. The music was perfect for her mood, anyway, loud and mean.

Well, at least Wanda tried to tell herself that. She was really in a mood for a love song, and she knew it. Letting the weakness take her over, she moved her hand up to the dial and changed the station until she found something that sounded good.

You know my name, You know my face, You'd know my heart, If you knew my place

Wanda sighed. This was exactly what she needed. She knew she would regret listening to the song later, but right now she couldn't care less. Wanda knew she shouldn't blame her failure with John on herself, but on him. There was nothing wrong with her, he was the insane one. He was the one to blame, he was the one who broke her heart. She did nothing to deserve this.

Feeling sorry myself will get me nowhere.

Wanda sighed again. She knew she had to do something about it. John as the first one she was willing to get close to and it ended in disaster. The Scarlet Witch had no idea how she would make it.

The Park

John pulled up to an empty space and parked the car, but not turning off the radio. A song he liked was on, and they were going to stay in the car anyway. His girlfriend turned to him and smiled.

"So, what do you have planned."

John shrugged. "I thought we'd just talk."

Amara's nose scrunched up in a disgusted manner. "Oh."

"Well I brought some wine and candles." The pyromaniac said, reaching over his seat.

Amara seemed to relax at that, and John brought the wine and candles over his seat. He placed the candles, picked out for their scarlet color, along the dashboard and let them one by one. Then he took out two fancy wine glasses and opened the bottle with much difficulty. As soon as the wine was poured a toast made, Amara started her questions.

"Where have you been the past week? You barley even called."

John shrugged. "Just busy, I guess."

"With what?" She asked, taking a sip.

John glanced up at her. "Well I moved into the brotherhood, so that took a while."

Amara nodded. "Doesn't a girl live there? Scarlet Witch or something...?"

John's eyes widened as he started her for a moment. "I didn't do anything!"

"I never said that, John!" Amara was quick to respond. "But now that you brought it up..."

John held up his hands in defense. "What's with all these questions! I just wanted to spend a romantic evening with my girlfriend."

Amara studied his face for a moment. It looked like he hadn't slept in days. His eyes were heavy, hints of sadness in them, like he had seen something terrible. His hands were noticeably shaking, and his left knee was bouncing up and down like was expecting something...or someone.

"You're drunk." Amara finally said.

John looked at her in surprise. "Not drunk..."

"In love."

For the second time that night, John's blue eyes widened. "Huh?"

"You're in love."

He shook his head. "No, 'Mara, I'm not-"

"No with me, with her. You love her."

The pyromaniac suddenly got very quiet, waiting for Amara to say something else. It was then that he recognized the song on the radio.

You know my head, You know my gaze, You'd know my heart, If you knew your place

"Well? What are you doing here with me?"

John looked up. "You don't care?"

Amara shrugged. "Well yea, but its not like I haven't been thinking about other people too."

John forced a soft smile. "Well that makes me feel a lot better."

Amara blew out the candles. "Our relationship has been going downhill for a while now and you know it. Besides, I was gonna brake up with you after this date."

John started the car after putting up the wine and glasses. "Sure you were."

When they reached the institute, Amara stepped out of the car and leaned against the window. "Tell me how it works out and I'll tell you about mine!"

John smiled. "Will do, Sheila"

Well hopefully some of you like Amara a lot more because of this. Anyway, this is the second to last chapter. Yep, that's right. I decided to move some stuff around so I'll be done sooner. So please review!

1- There really is a club that looks like this...But I've only seen it from the outside because I'm 'underage'. Ugh! 'Underage' people can dance too!