Disclaimer: I don't own. I have a low amount of money, mainly $4.10. I wouldn't recommend sueing. Tara and the currently unpresent Nanaki are property of Takamo while Julius and the currently unpresent Natasha belong to another friend, Fallen Angel Hell's Gate(until she changes it again). I own all others that are unrecognizable. I do not own the French language nor do I claim it is all right; it probably isn't.
Kitty and Rogue's Bedroom
"It ain't a date, Kitty." Rogue stared at the ceiling and tried to drown out her mile a minute talking roommate with the music pounding in her ears. It hadn't worked in the last hour and it wasn't working now. "It's just part of that stupid program Scott and Jean are runnin' for couples with problems. Ah ain't even a couple with Remy!"
"It, like, so totally is a date, Rogue! You have to look, like, good for your date with Landon. Do you want to, like, borrow something of mine?" Kitty asked, bouncing up and down on her own bed. She had washed and blow dried her hair before brushing it out and putting in in some type of twist on top her head.
"Of course. Ah'll just borrow ya bright pink dress with the giant flowers..." She sat up, shoving the headphones from her ears with one motion. Drumbeats and the buzz of voices came from the muffled earphones but Rogue was the real attention getter. She clasped her hands in front of her then glared. "Ah think ya need to lay off the girl talks with Jean. Those things'll rot ya brain."
It is not a date. I do not want to date or even talk to Landon Keller. The happy couple ain't excatly able to give relationship counseling especially since they can't even make their own relationship function properly. This sucks.
How will you ever learn if Remy's your soul mate if you don't date other people?
I'm ignoring the soul mate comment, Jean.
"Like, what time's he supposed to be here? Your hair's a mess and, like, you look like some dreadful, evil clown," Kitty fussed, coming over and attempting to brush the other girl's hair.
Rogue batted her hands away and grabbed a book, slamming out of the room with her headphones still around her neck. She mumbled curses, made-up and real, against her roommate and female relationship counselor, down the hall and halfway down the stairs where Logan met her.
"There's some guy downstairs, claiming you two have a date, Stripes. It isn't even the cajun; what have you been doing lately?"
She glowered. "Not funny. Ya just left him alone, in the front hall, with no chaperone?"
"No, Elf's keeping an eye on him."
"Ah hope ya don't have plans to sleep tonight, Wolvie."
"And why's that, Stripes?" he asked, appearing amused in the face of her rage. A dangerous thing for anyone else; it was rare that it was too dangerous to him.
"Ya're gonna hear every, single detail of mah evenin'," she informed him with a sugary sweet smile before walking down the stairs. She smirked when there was the sound of something hitting a wall. It was more then likely his fist. "That's not healthy."
"Shut up."
"Vhat are you and mein schwester planning to do tonight?" Kurt's voice carried from the front hall along with the sounds of some video game being played. Probably Bobby or Ray.
"What Landon and ah do isn't your problem, Kurt," Rogue announced upon her entrance, stepping around several of the new recruits that were sprawled on the floor with some video game playing out on the screen. She came up behind Kurt but glared at Landon. "He wasn't even supposed to be here for another hour."
"Sorry to be early, Elvira, but I had nothing better to do." It wasn't exactly an apology.
Rogue didn't expect one.
"Riight. Let's just get this over with before mah roommate makes an appearance," she mumbled with several glances toward the staircase. She barely spared a glance at Kurt, concentrating instead on pushing her date toward the door. It wasn't an easy task since he had to weigh more then she did with heigth and build.
Landon didn't say anything until they'd gotten outside and propped the appropriate ladder against the side of the institute. It wobbled a moment then held still.
"What exactly does mein schwester mean?" he asked, stepping back and motioning for her to climb first.
She sighed. She'd expected the question from the moment Logan had mentioned that Kurt was entertaining her fake date. "My sister. Ah ain't goin' first so that ya can look up my skirt, Landon. Climb."
"Commanding, aren't we, Elvira? I like that quality in a woman." He climbed onto the bottom rung of the ladder then climbed up.
"Shut up."
I'm not sure we'll both live through this date. Oh, joy. Now it's my turn.
Rogue placed both feet on the bottom rung and climbed up, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and only opening them when hands caught her by the upper part of her arms. She found herself lifted onto the roof and set on her feet much easier then she'd figured.
"Wow."
"Yeah, it is a pretty good view. I believe our table awaits." Landon gave her a charming smile, holding out one arm to her. She ignored it and walked across the roof to the checkered blanket that laid out with it's picnic basket and bottle of something in a bucket. "Those two went all out."
"Ah thought ya came up with this on ya own...?"
"Nope. I was just told to show up and everything would be ready. Are you ready to eat, because I am."
She rolled her eyes then sat down, attempting to keep her skirt in place while sitting comfortablly. "Did they provide any good food?"
Landon shrugged but sat across from her, beginning to pull things out of the basket and set them up on the blanket. It actually looked good except for the sappy music playing from somewhere that neither of them could see.
Neither of them spoke until they'd gotten their plates made up and something to drink. It was a few moments of eating in silence before they decided to try talking, without getting into anything that would upset one of them.
"What's ya opinion of Bayville?" Rogue asked after taking a bite of her chicken and chewing it. She stared at her plate, avoiding having to look at him and see his reaction to her question.
There was no answer for a few moments then he spoke. "It's acceptable but I prefer Ripley. At least there I could sleep on the floor in the gym without a problem. I've had to start spending the night with friends and being out by morning again," he said, though his voice didn't really betray any emotion. He seemed almost emotionless. "You didn't seem exactly thrilled about your brother's cocern before, Rogue. Why?"
"Kurt's mah foster brother; we ain't even blood related. He thinks that every aspect of mah life should have his input and that ah'm just supposed to accept him after what his mother put me through. The professor told me that forgiveness comes harder then forgetting," she said before she could stop the words. She didn't want to start giving him any insight into her life or a lecture on the institute. That wasn't her alley. "Kurt and ah have a lot to work out."
"Be glad you have him, Rogue. You're lucky someone cares about you," he said, standing and walking over to a garbage can that hadn't always been there. He tossed his food and the remainder of his drink into the can then walked to the edge of the roof, looking down.
Rogue followed his example and dumped her food, walking over to stand by him. "Life ain't as easy as ya think. Ah didn't know Kurt as anythin' beyond a once-in-awhile friend until about a year or less back; it's hard to just change mah life to fit in a brother ah've never known."
"Do you care about him? It's a simple question. Answer it."
She shook her head. "Ah'm not discussin' mine and mah brother's relationship with you. Ah don't even know ya beyond what ah've seen and that hasn't exactly shown me much about you," she said as she stepped forward onto the ledge, straining her eyes to see the ground.
Landon turned and walked away. "What do you want to know?" he asked over his shoulder, his tone was of someone going to execution.
"Why are ya so quick to snap on someone?" At his confused expression, she offered an example. "Y'alls first day at school. One of the guys made a comment and ya nearly broke his hand; why?"
"I take offense easily. I've spent the last seven years on my own, without anyone taking care of me. Why change a good thing?"
"The professor offered Katherine a place for ya here, at tha institute."
He laughed, cold and bitter. "Yeah, right, Rogue. It's charity and I don't accept that; I never have."
"So ya'd rather spend the night sleepin' on other people's couches and be gone before mornin' then accept help from people that honestly want to help ya? Ah didn't want to come here either, but it's about tha only place that really tried." Rogue rose onto her knees to glare at him.
Landon came into a similar position, facing her. "We're nothing alike, Rogue. Get that through your head...I'm so sick of that music!"
The Brotherhood Boarding House of Bayville
"Bravo, chere. You have managed to look less like de undead and more like a member of de living," Remy greeted when Wanda came down the stairs, glowering at him. He ignored the confused looks he was recieving from the brotherhood, especially Pietro or Quicksilver. He decided to push his luck and met his date at the stairs, kissing one of her hands. "Ready to go, belle?"
Wanda pulled her hand back and wiped it on her leg. "If you want to live, don't ever do that again," she scowled then swept down the stairs, coat billowing around her. She wasn't in a pleasant mood, if the look she shot toward the other members wasn't a key; it had them fleeing the room for safer quarters.
"Shall we go, belle? Remy has reserved a place for us at de resteraunt of his femme's choice."
Pietro appeared at his side in an instant, looking rather irritated. "Stop hitting on my sister."
"Of course, mon ami." Remy held out his arm to Wanda then followed her outside when she simply rolled her eyes and walked past him. He had to almost run to catch up with her. "Why so angry, mon noir ange?"
She turned on him, glaring. "Stop with the endearments and pet names! It is not charming. I don't like you nor do I want to go on this date, but it's another way to annoy my jerk of a brother. Do you understand or do we need a translator to get through the evening?" she demanded, clenching her hands into fists.
"Remy understand, noir ange. He will try to mind de manners his family forgot to instill in him," he said, offering her a charming smile before beginning to walk. She fell into step with him after a few moments.
Remy did not sign on to date de creepy chick. He just wanted to improve his relationship ship with the relationship shy Rogue; he wasn't looking for other dates or another obsession. Rogue was a full-time obsession, even for him.
"What's noir ange mean?"
Wanda's question caught him off-guard. "Black Angel. It kind of suits you, no?" he asked, giving her a charming smile as they came to the resteraunt. It was some cafe that had good burgers and such from what he'd heard others say. An odd place for the two of them.
"You wish, Gambit."
He reverted to his gentleman behavior by opening the door for her and standing back until she'd entered. He noticed that people began to stare at them almost instantly. They were an odd pair for such a normal place.
Wanda's black scowl and dark clothing were enough to set them off but her gothic, silver and black jewelery combined with his natural good looks and strange clothes made them an immediate point of attention. His boots made a lot of noise; hers were minimally loud, too. Their heated arguement over what to order also drew them further attention.
"Have y'realized that people are staring yet, chere?" Remy asked after taking one of her hands and leading her over to a table. He pulled out her chair; she sat in the one opposite the one he pulled out.
This femme is more trouble then the other.
"Have you realized that I don't care?" she returned with a blank expression except for the silent challenge in her eyes. She dropped her attention to the menu, beginning to mumble things under her breathe. None of it sounded like English or any other known language.
Remy made his selections fast, choosing a few spicy, cajun-like dishes that were served. He focused on his dinner companion, watching her mumble and talk to herself over the choices. He was beginning to wonder if she was schizophrenic when the waitress arrived.
"C-can..can I take your order?" she asked, looking rather pale at the thought of even speaking to Wanda. She cast worried glances toward his dinner partner, looking uneasy, but smiled on him.
"Of course. Remy will have..." He rattled on several food choices around his flirtations with blond, pale blue-eyed waitress that couldn't have been any older then his own date. She gave him extra attention until he'd finished, and she noted that Wanda had begun tapping the underside of the table with her shoe. "Take the femme's order before she gets carnivorous. A pretty femme like y'wouldn't want to see Remy hurt, wouuld you?"
The girl gave him a bright smile then turned to Wanda. "And your order...?"
"First, Gambit, you're so full of yourself. Second, give me..." Wanda gave her order without looking at the waitress, focusing instead on her menu then on a packet of salt.
"I'll be back shortly with your orders." She gave Remy a smile that could have charmed a snake then walked off while humming some song to herself.
"She seems nice, huh, chere?" he asked, staring at her bowed head since her full attention was on the salt packet.
"She's an airhead. A low even for you."
"The femme jealous?" Remy looked intrigued.
"Don't lie to yourself."
"The femme wounds my heart."
Wanda's head shot up. "You want a wound for real? I'll give you one, Gambit...just say the word."
"Kim Possible?" he asked, remembering some stupid thing that had been playing on the cartoon John refused to turn off. It was about some annoying, red-haired girl that saved the world with her idiot of a best friend and his naked pet.
She didn't reply.
"I'm starting to feel as though I've upset you, chere. Have I?" Remy asked, covering her hand on the table with one of his own. It was yanked away only to pour ketchup onto his hand a few moments later before she returned to glaring out the window. "You're not a very nice femme, are you?"
"My father put me in a mental institute around the time I was seven or eight years old; how would you be, Gambit?"
"Is that why you're so into de dead look, chere?"
Their waitress arrived then with their food and her phone for him. He smirked, knowing he'd never use the number. His business and selectivly walking with Rogue took up most of his time; he didn't need another femme screwing around with his head.
Remy began to eat, watching his dinner partner play with hers by stirring it around before beginning to eat. She mixed several things together, but he decided not to question her way of eating; that was a bad thing to ask a femme. They got upset.
"How's your food, noir ange?" he asked in an attempt to make some sort of conversation. He'd never been much for silent dinners even if it was just background music.
"It's eatable," Wanda mumbled around a bite of something.
"That's good. Do you want to dance?"
"This place isn't for dancing, Gambit. If you want to do that, go somewhere else where that kind of thi--" Her sentence was cut off when he grabbed her hand and stood, leading her over to the open area of plain flooring. The jukebox-like machine was playing some country sounding song. "This is not funny."
"It's not meant to be funny. I thought you could use some fun," he said, forcing her to dance with him, though she refused to adjust her arms or stiff posture to fit his. He smile despite the black scowl she sent him.
"I'm wasting valuable searching time to waltz around resteraunts with the likes of you?" She broke out of his arms, mumbled something, and started to stalk away. Remy smirked, catching her around the waist with one arm and dipping her so that her head almost touched the ground. "Gambit, this is not play time!"
"Are you sure, chere?"
"Gambit!"
The Brotherhood Boarding House of Bayville
"This is your big idea for our date? I could have gotten a better deal with the fuzzy dude...he actually had plans to go OUT. Have you ever heard that word before, Lance?" Tabitha Smith placed one arm against her midrif then balanced an energy ball on her hand.
Lance Alvers flipped on the tv, scowling in her direction. "If I had my way, we wouldn't even be together. I'd be doing something with Kitty until she had one of her mood swings and decided she needed to get home before Logan had a pony."
"I wanted a pony as a kid."
"Shut up, Tabitha. We're just going to watch some movie on HBO and eat popcorn then I'll pretend we had a long, self-understanding talk. I'll go to the X-geeks therapy meeting, discuss how much I appreciate Kitty, and stop attenting the stupid meetings."
"Here's your popcorn, yo," Toad announced, hopping into the room. There was a trail of popcorn following him from down the hall where he'd come. More fell out onto the floor as he jumped onto the back of the couch, almost dumping the bowl over the couch and Lance.
"Toad!"
"Where did my sweetums and that hoodlum go? I have to stake my claim."
"Wanda doesn't want you. Get over it."
Lance took the bowl from his overactive friend then pointed out the window. "Go move the thing on the roof until there's a clear picture.."
"The antenna?"
Tabitha created two more energy balls and began to attempt juggling with them. It failed and she ended up having to make more balls, scorching the walls in several places and almost hitting the tv.
"Would you knock that off?" Lance continued to alternate between the tv and the window, watching Toad's progress. "It's almost good. Move closer to the edge."
The tv glowed with a perfect picture for a moment then there was a yell and Toad tumbled off the roof, holding the antenna. He grinned.
"Sorry, yo."
"Forget it. We'll just go..somewhere else and see a movie," he muttered, grabbing one of Tabitha's arms and yanked her out the door, allowing it to slam behind them. He stalked over to his jeep then glanced at her when she pulled away and quit following. "Problem?"
"I want to drive."
"You drive my jeep enough, Tabby."
Tabitha crossed her arms, tapping one foot and waiting.
"Fine. You can drive...but nothing illegal."
She smiled and flung her arms around his neck, gripping it tightly. "Would I do anything illegal?"
"Honest answer or the one you want?"
"Honest."
"Yes."
Xavier's Institute (Kitchen area)
"You really know how to cook? That is such a cool talent," Jubilee gushed, playing with the different seasonings and spices that were on the counter. She moved them around until they formed a letter J.
Scott Summers glared down at the pot of boiling macaroni, calling Jean names in his head. He did not like the idea of spending the night in a sixteen-year-olds company especially since he had to cook dinner for her.
"Do you like watching the cooking channel? I've always thought that was a boring channel..." Her one person conversation continued on around his silence, making him wonder if she'd notice him leaving. He didn't think she would. "...shows about food just make you hungry and then you gain weight and on and on. When's dinner going to be ready?"
"When this part finishes, we're ready to eat. Do you always wear yellow?" he asked, turning back to see her reaction to the question he'd been wondering since she came to the institute.
Jubilee looked taken aback for a moment then shrugged. "I like yellow."
"That's obvious." He ran his gaze over her yellow jacket, yellow hair clip thing, and the bright yellow shoelaces that were tied into her sneakers. That was a new development along with the bright yellow eye shadow she wore. Amara's handy work or maybe even Kitty's. It still didn't look very good.
"Is that sarcasm on Scott Summers' tongue? Now I've seen it all," she said, moving the shakers and bottles around until they formed a smiley face. She used her hands to create small fireworks then smiled up at him.
I'm going to kill Jean for making me spend the night with her.
"Have you ever tried a color other then yellow?" he asked once they were sitting at stools in the kitchen, eating a dinner of fishsticks with macaroni and cheese. Dessert was some pie that he'd gotten a recipe from off of tv.
"For what?" she asked, dumbly. Her attention left her plate to gaze at him; he thought he saw something like adoration in her eyes but passed it over to his recent lack of food.
"A color. Don't you get tired of yellow?"
"...No...Am I supposed to?"
Scott sighed, taking a drink from his soda can. "It might make people more at ease around you..."
"Robert said yellow was my color." Jubilee frowned. "Did he lie?"
"Yellow's just an annoying color."
"Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?" she asked after a moment of silence. The random question almost had him falling out of his chair while choking on his soda. "Oh, Scott, are you okay?"
"...Fine.." He pulled away from her and moved to the other side of the counter with his food under the pretense of needing more salt.
"Has anyone ever?"
"Ever what?"
She sighed. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?"
"I think you just did. Can we avoid comments like that?" Scott gave up on eating and dumped his food into the garbage, dropping his plate into the sink.
"Why?"
He sighed. "Nevermind, Jubilee..."
Upcoming Dates to Look Forward to:
Angel and Jax, Natasha and Toad.
A/N: Hey, how do y'all like the dates? There will be more attention paid to each date at the next meeting of the relationship counseling. Next chapter will have the remaining two dates that I plan to show; I've decided to skip a few since they'll be bad enough during the discussion.
Kitty and Rogue's Bedroom
"It ain't a date, Kitty." Rogue stared at the ceiling and tried to drown out her mile a minute talking roommate with the music pounding in her ears. It hadn't worked in the last hour and it wasn't working now. "It's just part of that stupid program Scott and Jean are runnin' for couples with problems. Ah ain't even a couple with Remy!"
"It, like, so totally is a date, Rogue! You have to look, like, good for your date with Landon. Do you want to, like, borrow something of mine?" Kitty asked, bouncing up and down on her own bed. She had washed and blow dried her hair before brushing it out and putting in in some type of twist on top her head.
"Of course. Ah'll just borrow ya bright pink dress with the giant flowers..." She sat up, shoving the headphones from her ears with one motion. Drumbeats and the buzz of voices came from the muffled earphones but Rogue was the real attention getter. She clasped her hands in front of her then glared. "Ah think ya need to lay off the girl talks with Jean. Those things'll rot ya brain."
It is not a date. I do not want to date or even talk to Landon Keller. The happy couple ain't excatly able to give relationship counseling especially since they can't even make their own relationship function properly. This sucks.
How will you ever learn if Remy's your soul mate if you don't date other people?
I'm ignoring the soul mate comment, Jean.
"Like, what time's he supposed to be here? Your hair's a mess and, like, you look like some dreadful, evil clown," Kitty fussed, coming over and attempting to brush the other girl's hair.
Rogue batted her hands away and grabbed a book, slamming out of the room with her headphones still around her neck. She mumbled curses, made-up and real, against her roommate and female relationship counselor, down the hall and halfway down the stairs where Logan met her.
"There's some guy downstairs, claiming you two have a date, Stripes. It isn't even the cajun; what have you been doing lately?"
She glowered. "Not funny. Ya just left him alone, in the front hall, with no chaperone?"
"No, Elf's keeping an eye on him."
"Ah hope ya don't have plans to sleep tonight, Wolvie."
"And why's that, Stripes?" he asked, appearing amused in the face of her rage. A dangerous thing for anyone else; it was rare that it was too dangerous to him.
"Ya're gonna hear every, single detail of mah evenin'," she informed him with a sugary sweet smile before walking down the stairs. She smirked when there was the sound of something hitting a wall. It was more then likely his fist. "That's not healthy."
"Shut up."
"Vhat are you and mein schwester planning to do tonight?" Kurt's voice carried from the front hall along with the sounds of some video game being played. Probably Bobby or Ray.
"What Landon and ah do isn't your problem, Kurt," Rogue announced upon her entrance, stepping around several of the new recruits that were sprawled on the floor with some video game playing out on the screen. She came up behind Kurt but glared at Landon. "He wasn't even supposed to be here for another hour."
"Sorry to be early, Elvira, but I had nothing better to do." It wasn't exactly an apology.
Rogue didn't expect one.
"Riight. Let's just get this over with before mah roommate makes an appearance," she mumbled with several glances toward the staircase. She barely spared a glance at Kurt, concentrating instead on pushing her date toward the door. It wasn't an easy task since he had to weigh more then she did with heigth and build.
Landon didn't say anything until they'd gotten outside and propped the appropriate ladder against the side of the institute. It wobbled a moment then held still.
"What exactly does mein schwester mean?" he asked, stepping back and motioning for her to climb first.
She sighed. She'd expected the question from the moment Logan had mentioned that Kurt was entertaining her fake date. "My sister. Ah ain't goin' first so that ya can look up my skirt, Landon. Climb."
"Commanding, aren't we, Elvira? I like that quality in a woman." He climbed onto the bottom rung of the ladder then climbed up.
"Shut up."
I'm not sure we'll both live through this date. Oh, joy. Now it's my turn.
Rogue placed both feet on the bottom rung and climbed up, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and only opening them when hands caught her by the upper part of her arms. She found herself lifted onto the roof and set on her feet much easier then she'd figured.
"Wow."
"Yeah, it is a pretty good view. I believe our table awaits." Landon gave her a charming smile, holding out one arm to her. She ignored it and walked across the roof to the checkered blanket that laid out with it's picnic basket and bottle of something in a bucket. "Those two went all out."
"Ah thought ya came up with this on ya own...?"
"Nope. I was just told to show up and everything would be ready. Are you ready to eat, because I am."
She rolled her eyes then sat down, attempting to keep her skirt in place while sitting comfortablly. "Did they provide any good food?"
Landon shrugged but sat across from her, beginning to pull things out of the basket and set them up on the blanket. It actually looked good except for the sappy music playing from somewhere that neither of them could see.
Neither of them spoke until they'd gotten their plates made up and something to drink. It was a few moments of eating in silence before they decided to try talking, without getting into anything that would upset one of them.
"What's ya opinion of Bayville?" Rogue asked after taking a bite of her chicken and chewing it. She stared at her plate, avoiding having to look at him and see his reaction to her question.
There was no answer for a few moments then he spoke. "It's acceptable but I prefer Ripley. At least there I could sleep on the floor in the gym without a problem. I've had to start spending the night with friends and being out by morning again," he said, though his voice didn't really betray any emotion. He seemed almost emotionless. "You didn't seem exactly thrilled about your brother's cocern before, Rogue. Why?"
"Kurt's mah foster brother; we ain't even blood related. He thinks that every aspect of mah life should have his input and that ah'm just supposed to accept him after what his mother put me through. The professor told me that forgiveness comes harder then forgetting," she said before she could stop the words. She didn't want to start giving him any insight into her life or a lecture on the institute. That wasn't her alley. "Kurt and ah have a lot to work out."
"Be glad you have him, Rogue. You're lucky someone cares about you," he said, standing and walking over to a garbage can that hadn't always been there. He tossed his food and the remainder of his drink into the can then walked to the edge of the roof, looking down.
Rogue followed his example and dumped her food, walking over to stand by him. "Life ain't as easy as ya think. Ah didn't know Kurt as anythin' beyond a once-in-awhile friend until about a year or less back; it's hard to just change mah life to fit in a brother ah've never known."
"Do you care about him? It's a simple question. Answer it."
She shook her head. "Ah'm not discussin' mine and mah brother's relationship with you. Ah don't even know ya beyond what ah've seen and that hasn't exactly shown me much about you," she said as she stepped forward onto the ledge, straining her eyes to see the ground.
Landon turned and walked away. "What do you want to know?" he asked over his shoulder, his tone was of someone going to execution.
"Why are ya so quick to snap on someone?" At his confused expression, she offered an example. "Y'alls first day at school. One of the guys made a comment and ya nearly broke his hand; why?"
"I take offense easily. I've spent the last seven years on my own, without anyone taking care of me. Why change a good thing?"
"The professor offered Katherine a place for ya here, at tha institute."
He laughed, cold and bitter. "Yeah, right, Rogue. It's charity and I don't accept that; I never have."
"So ya'd rather spend the night sleepin' on other people's couches and be gone before mornin' then accept help from people that honestly want to help ya? Ah didn't want to come here either, but it's about tha only place that really tried." Rogue rose onto her knees to glare at him.
Landon came into a similar position, facing her. "We're nothing alike, Rogue. Get that through your head...I'm so sick of that music!"
The Brotherhood Boarding House of Bayville
"Bravo, chere. You have managed to look less like de undead and more like a member of de living," Remy greeted when Wanda came down the stairs, glowering at him. He ignored the confused looks he was recieving from the brotherhood, especially Pietro or Quicksilver. He decided to push his luck and met his date at the stairs, kissing one of her hands. "Ready to go, belle?"
Wanda pulled her hand back and wiped it on her leg. "If you want to live, don't ever do that again," she scowled then swept down the stairs, coat billowing around her. She wasn't in a pleasant mood, if the look she shot toward the other members wasn't a key; it had them fleeing the room for safer quarters.
"Shall we go, belle? Remy has reserved a place for us at de resteraunt of his femme's choice."
Pietro appeared at his side in an instant, looking rather irritated. "Stop hitting on my sister."
"Of course, mon ami." Remy held out his arm to Wanda then followed her outside when she simply rolled her eyes and walked past him. He had to almost run to catch up with her. "Why so angry, mon noir ange?"
She turned on him, glaring. "Stop with the endearments and pet names! It is not charming. I don't like you nor do I want to go on this date, but it's another way to annoy my jerk of a brother. Do you understand or do we need a translator to get through the evening?" she demanded, clenching her hands into fists.
"Remy understand, noir ange. He will try to mind de manners his family forgot to instill in him," he said, offering her a charming smile before beginning to walk. She fell into step with him after a few moments.
Remy did not sign on to date de creepy chick. He just wanted to improve his relationship ship with the relationship shy Rogue; he wasn't looking for other dates or another obsession. Rogue was a full-time obsession, even for him.
"What's noir ange mean?"
Wanda's question caught him off-guard. "Black Angel. It kind of suits you, no?" he asked, giving her a charming smile as they came to the resteraunt. It was some cafe that had good burgers and such from what he'd heard others say. An odd place for the two of them.
"You wish, Gambit."
He reverted to his gentleman behavior by opening the door for her and standing back until she'd entered. He noticed that people began to stare at them almost instantly. They were an odd pair for such a normal place.
Wanda's black scowl and dark clothing were enough to set them off but her gothic, silver and black jewelery combined with his natural good looks and strange clothes made them an immediate point of attention. His boots made a lot of noise; hers were minimally loud, too. Their heated arguement over what to order also drew them further attention.
"Have y'realized that people are staring yet, chere?" Remy asked after taking one of her hands and leading her over to a table. He pulled out her chair; she sat in the one opposite the one he pulled out.
This femme is more trouble then the other.
"Have you realized that I don't care?" she returned with a blank expression except for the silent challenge in her eyes. She dropped her attention to the menu, beginning to mumble things under her breathe. None of it sounded like English or any other known language.
Remy made his selections fast, choosing a few spicy, cajun-like dishes that were served. He focused on his dinner companion, watching her mumble and talk to herself over the choices. He was beginning to wonder if she was schizophrenic when the waitress arrived.
"C-can..can I take your order?" she asked, looking rather pale at the thought of even speaking to Wanda. She cast worried glances toward his dinner partner, looking uneasy, but smiled on him.
"Of course. Remy will have..." He rattled on several food choices around his flirtations with blond, pale blue-eyed waitress that couldn't have been any older then his own date. She gave him extra attention until he'd finished, and she noted that Wanda had begun tapping the underside of the table with her shoe. "Take the femme's order before she gets carnivorous. A pretty femme like y'wouldn't want to see Remy hurt, wouuld you?"
The girl gave him a bright smile then turned to Wanda. "And your order...?"
"First, Gambit, you're so full of yourself. Second, give me..." Wanda gave her order without looking at the waitress, focusing instead on her menu then on a packet of salt.
"I'll be back shortly with your orders." She gave Remy a smile that could have charmed a snake then walked off while humming some song to herself.
"She seems nice, huh, chere?" he asked, staring at her bowed head since her full attention was on the salt packet.
"She's an airhead. A low even for you."
"The femme jealous?" Remy looked intrigued.
"Don't lie to yourself."
"The femme wounds my heart."
Wanda's head shot up. "You want a wound for real? I'll give you one, Gambit...just say the word."
"Kim Possible?" he asked, remembering some stupid thing that had been playing on the cartoon John refused to turn off. It was about some annoying, red-haired girl that saved the world with her idiot of a best friend and his naked pet.
She didn't reply.
"I'm starting to feel as though I've upset you, chere. Have I?" Remy asked, covering her hand on the table with one of his own. It was yanked away only to pour ketchup onto his hand a few moments later before she returned to glaring out the window. "You're not a very nice femme, are you?"
"My father put me in a mental institute around the time I was seven or eight years old; how would you be, Gambit?"
"Is that why you're so into de dead look, chere?"
Their waitress arrived then with their food and her phone for him. He smirked, knowing he'd never use the number. His business and selectivly walking with Rogue took up most of his time; he didn't need another femme screwing around with his head.
Remy began to eat, watching his dinner partner play with hers by stirring it around before beginning to eat. She mixed several things together, but he decided not to question her way of eating; that was a bad thing to ask a femme. They got upset.
"How's your food, noir ange?" he asked in an attempt to make some sort of conversation. He'd never been much for silent dinners even if it was just background music.
"It's eatable," Wanda mumbled around a bite of something.
"That's good. Do you want to dance?"
"This place isn't for dancing, Gambit. If you want to do that, go somewhere else where that kind of thi--" Her sentence was cut off when he grabbed her hand and stood, leading her over to the open area of plain flooring. The jukebox-like machine was playing some country sounding song. "This is not funny."
"It's not meant to be funny. I thought you could use some fun," he said, forcing her to dance with him, though she refused to adjust her arms or stiff posture to fit his. He smile despite the black scowl she sent him.
"I'm wasting valuable searching time to waltz around resteraunts with the likes of you?" She broke out of his arms, mumbled something, and started to stalk away. Remy smirked, catching her around the waist with one arm and dipping her so that her head almost touched the ground. "Gambit, this is not play time!"
"Are you sure, chere?"
"Gambit!"
The Brotherhood Boarding House of Bayville
"This is your big idea for our date? I could have gotten a better deal with the fuzzy dude...he actually had plans to go OUT. Have you ever heard that word before, Lance?" Tabitha Smith placed one arm against her midrif then balanced an energy ball on her hand.
Lance Alvers flipped on the tv, scowling in her direction. "If I had my way, we wouldn't even be together. I'd be doing something with Kitty until she had one of her mood swings and decided she needed to get home before Logan had a pony."
"I wanted a pony as a kid."
"Shut up, Tabitha. We're just going to watch some movie on HBO and eat popcorn then I'll pretend we had a long, self-understanding talk. I'll go to the X-geeks therapy meeting, discuss how much I appreciate Kitty, and stop attenting the stupid meetings."
"Here's your popcorn, yo," Toad announced, hopping into the room. There was a trail of popcorn following him from down the hall where he'd come. More fell out onto the floor as he jumped onto the back of the couch, almost dumping the bowl over the couch and Lance.
"Toad!"
"Where did my sweetums and that hoodlum go? I have to stake my claim."
"Wanda doesn't want you. Get over it."
Lance took the bowl from his overactive friend then pointed out the window. "Go move the thing on the roof until there's a clear picture.."
"The antenna?"
Tabitha created two more energy balls and began to attempt juggling with them. It failed and she ended up having to make more balls, scorching the walls in several places and almost hitting the tv.
"Would you knock that off?" Lance continued to alternate between the tv and the window, watching Toad's progress. "It's almost good. Move closer to the edge."
The tv glowed with a perfect picture for a moment then there was a yell and Toad tumbled off the roof, holding the antenna. He grinned.
"Sorry, yo."
"Forget it. We'll just go..somewhere else and see a movie," he muttered, grabbing one of Tabitha's arms and yanked her out the door, allowing it to slam behind them. He stalked over to his jeep then glanced at her when she pulled away and quit following. "Problem?"
"I want to drive."
"You drive my jeep enough, Tabby."
Tabitha crossed her arms, tapping one foot and waiting.
"Fine. You can drive...but nothing illegal."
She smiled and flung her arms around his neck, gripping it tightly. "Would I do anything illegal?"
"Honest answer or the one you want?"
"Honest."
"Yes."
Xavier's Institute (Kitchen area)
"You really know how to cook? That is such a cool talent," Jubilee gushed, playing with the different seasonings and spices that were on the counter. She moved them around until they formed a letter J.
Scott Summers glared down at the pot of boiling macaroni, calling Jean names in his head. He did not like the idea of spending the night in a sixteen-year-olds company especially since he had to cook dinner for her.
"Do you like watching the cooking channel? I've always thought that was a boring channel..." Her one person conversation continued on around his silence, making him wonder if she'd notice him leaving. He didn't think she would. "...shows about food just make you hungry and then you gain weight and on and on. When's dinner going to be ready?"
"When this part finishes, we're ready to eat. Do you always wear yellow?" he asked, turning back to see her reaction to the question he'd been wondering since she came to the institute.
Jubilee looked taken aback for a moment then shrugged. "I like yellow."
"That's obvious." He ran his gaze over her yellow jacket, yellow hair clip thing, and the bright yellow shoelaces that were tied into her sneakers. That was a new development along with the bright yellow eye shadow she wore. Amara's handy work or maybe even Kitty's. It still didn't look very good.
"Is that sarcasm on Scott Summers' tongue? Now I've seen it all," she said, moving the shakers and bottles around until they formed a smiley face. She used her hands to create small fireworks then smiled up at him.
I'm going to kill Jean for making me spend the night with her.
"Have you ever tried a color other then yellow?" he asked once they were sitting at stools in the kitchen, eating a dinner of fishsticks with macaroni and cheese. Dessert was some pie that he'd gotten a recipe from off of tv.
"For what?" she asked, dumbly. Her attention left her plate to gaze at him; he thought he saw something like adoration in her eyes but passed it over to his recent lack of food.
"A color. Don't you get tired of yellow?"
"...No...Am I supposed to?"
Scott sighed, taking a drink from his soda can. "It might make people more at ease around you..."
"Robert said yellow was my color." Jubilee frowned. "Did he lie?"
"Yellow's just an annoying color."
"Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?" she asked after a moment of silence. The random question almost had him falling out of his chair while choking on his soda. "Oh, Scott, are you okay?"
"...Fine.." He pulled away from her and moved to the other side of the counter with his food under the pretense of needing more salt.
"Has anyone ever?"
"Ever what?"
She sighed. "Has anyone ever told you how cute you are?"
"I think you just did. Can we avoid comments like that?" Scott gave up on eating and dumped his food into the garbage, dropping his plate into the sink.
"Why?"
He sighed. "Nevermind, Jubilee..."
Upcoming Dates to Look Forward to:
Angel and Jax, Natasha and Toad.
A/N: Hey, how do y'all like the dates? There will be more attention paid to each date at the next meeting of the relationship counseling. Next chapter will have the remaining two dates that I plan to show; I've decided to skip a few since they'll be bad enough during the discussion.