-Upon Flaming Wings-
8-26-04
X
Any sane person could see.. err, hear there was a fight booming at Xavier's Institute.
"AM NOT!"
"ARE SO!"
"SHUT UP!" Everyone was trying to calm Rogue down enough to stop screaming at a wide-eyed Remy. Amara was just coming back when she sighed and shook her head, hearing their shouts from the front yard.
"I wouldn't go inside if I were you." A voice said to her left. She looked over and noticed John sitting on the grass. "It's a bloody battlefield in there. It's like WW5."
"World War 5?" She blinked.
"Yeah. They've had 3 and 4 already. Remember?" She let out a sigh.
"Although, those weren't Rogue and Remy."
"Right. 3 was Remy and Scooter and 4 was Remy and Wolvie." Amara slapped her forehead. "Now, I don't mean to go and blame my mate, Rem. It's just that everyone else seems to start 'em."
"Wonder who number 6 will go to.." She mumbled dryly, setting her hand on the doorknob.
"Probably Rogue and Remy." John stated, rolling his eyes.
"I hope they settle down so that I don't need to take Aspirin." She walked inside and closed the door behind her. Shouting was now calming down to the point where only those in the same room as the fight got bleeding eardrums.
"Hey, 'Mara."
"Hey, Ray." She smiled at him then began putting the groceries away.
"Your turn to do the shopping?"
"Yeah." She smiled slyly. "And, if I'm not mistaken, you're next." He groaned. "Will you help me unload?"
"Sure, why not."
X
"Pfft." John scoffed, flipping another card. "So, now, you're giving each other the silent treatment?" He chuckled. "You two are original."
"Shut up, John." Remy glared at him. "'Sides, she wouldn't talk to me anyway. She's stubborn, that one."
"Got quite the temper." John stated with a nod. "Jus' like all the other Sheilas here."
"Tell me about it." They gazed at their hands. "How are you an' 'Mara doin'?"
"Just fine." The Aussie grinned. "Probably the best relationship I've ever been in." He set a card down. "I couldn't begin to imagine the relationship you an' Ro' have."
"It ain't my fault."
"What started it?"
"I don't want to talk about it." The Cajun said sternly.
"It's worse than I thought."
"Shut up." John just shrugged.
"Not my fault either, mate." Remy growled at him. "And stop that. You remind me too much of Rogue that way."
"Hmph."
"Real original, you two are."
X
Amara banged her head on the desk.
"Something wrong?" A voice asked behind her. She looked over at her friend, Rebecca.
"Oh, no. Of course not. Just tired. Extremely tired."
"You look like you got jumped.."
"Basically. Long story that I don't want to talk about." She said with a shrug.
"Street fight? You never were one to fight."
"How do you know?" Amara suddenly snapped. Then she sighed and lowered her head to the desk again. "Sorry. I'm on edge."
"Was it that John guy?"
"What do you mean 'was it John?'" Amara lifted her head and leaned it on her fist. "Are you accusing him of-" Rebecca shook her head.
"No, no! I would never do such a thing." She rolled her eyes at her friend's dark look. "Don't be so suspicious, okay? I was only wondering what he was all about. And when did you meet him? What's he like?"
"Why are you so interested all of a sudden?"
"Because, he, like, appeared out of nowhere and all of a sudden you two are awfully cozy at the dance!" Amara stayed silent.
"We've been friends for a while." She admitted softly. "And he's been nothing but sweet to me."
"He could be out for only one thing."
"No, he isn't that type. Believe me." She added emphasis to her last statement and winked. "He's super sweet. You should meet him."
"'Kay!" Becca seemed to jump at the idea.
"During lunch?"
"Sounds great."
X
Rebecca looked around for Amara in the hallway and saw her walking hand-in-hand with John. She decided a little spying needed to be done.
"I didn't think you would be ready to come back so soon after that jerk-" Amara stopped and lifted her finger to his lips.
"I don't want to talk about it." She said quietly. "The thing is, I was so relieved to see that you came to get me. Rogue and I couldn't hold out much longer or run from them."
"I never would have left you there and you know that." Becca stared as he leaned down and kissed her. He pulled back quickly and gripped her hand tighter. "Come on." She smiled.
"How did WW5 end? Or is the battle still raging?" He coughed and tried not to laugh as he told her most of what Remy had said to him. "It's still going on?"
"They vowed not to speak to each other.. or more like Rogue refuses to even give him the time of day. Glad that ain't happenin' with us, Sheila." She laughed.
"That would happen if you screwed up big time. So, he didn't tell you what caused it?"
"No." He stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm going to introduce you to my friend Rebecca when we get to lunch. She wants to meet you." She poked him. "And you have to behave."
"Me? Behave?" He grinned innocently at her.
"Never." She stuck her tongue out at him when he rolled his eyes.
"Now that, my love, was very unfair." He frowned at her. "We never had the fairness talk, have we?"
"No." She laughed. "Which was probably why it was an unfair shot."
"Below the belt."
"Not that unfair, mind you, St. John." He gasped sharply and bent over, breathing hard.
"It felt like it!" She bit her lip to keep her laughter in.
"Come on, we have to get to lunch."
X
"How many times have I told ya not to talk to me!?" Rogue screamed, slamming her door. Amara sighed and watched as Remy growled and stormed back to his room, also adding a courtesy slam of his door.
"Fine! I won't!" Kitty put her hands on her hips as she blew her bangs from her eyes.
"This has to, like, stop soon. She's in a bad mood constantly because of some stupid comment. It's, like, so frustrating." The bouncy brunette pouted.
"Well, it isn't likely to happen if I know either of them as much as I think I do." John mumbled, walking down the hallway to his room from the shower.
"It's, like, so unfair!" Kitty threw up her arms before rolling her eyes and going on her way downstairs. Amara was left alone in the hallway, her eyes on the closed doors.
'If they don't make up soon, I'm going to strangle them.' She thought to herself. She went to her room and put on her headphones and started on her book. Time for a nice relaxing hour or two. She hoped.
X
Hmm.. Short chapter, I know! But hey, I guess I needed to update, anyway. Kind of mostly a 'nothing' chapter. Nothing big happens. Better than nothing, though, right? ::looks around:: Too quiet..
9-22-04
8-26-04
X
Any sane person could see.. err, hear there was a fight booming at Xavier's Institute.
"AM NOT!"
"ARE SO!"
"SHUT UP!" Everyone was trying to calm Rogue down enough to stop screaming at a wide-eyed Remy. Amara was just coming back when she sighed and shook her head, hearing their shouts from the front yard.
"I wouldn't go inside if I were you." A voice said to her left. She looked over and noticed John sitting on the grass. "It's a bloody battlefield in there. It's like WW5."
"World War 5?" She blinked.
"Yeah. They've had 3 and 4 already. Remember?" She let out a sigh.
"Although, those weren't Rogue and Remy."
"Right. 3 was Remy and Scooter and 4 was Remy and Wolvie." Amara slapped her forehead. "Now, I don't mean to go and blame my mate, Rem. It's just that everyone else seems to start 'em."
"Wonder who number 6 will go to.." She mumbled dryly, setting her hand on the doorknob.
"Probably Rogue and Remy." John stated, rolling his eyes.
"I hope they settle down so that I don't need to take Aspirin." She walked inside and closed the door behind her. Shouting was now calming down to the point where only those in the same room as the fight got bleeding eardrums.
"Hey, 'Mara."
"Hey, Ray." She smiled at him then began putting the groceries away.
"Your turn to do the shopping?"
"Yeah." She smiled slyly. "And, if I'm not mistaken, you're next." He groaned. "Will you help me unload?"
"Sure, why not."
X
"Pfft." John scoffed, flipping another card. "So, now, you're giving each other the silent treatment?" He chuckled. "You two are original."
"Shut up, John." Remy glared at him. "'Sides, she wouldn't talk to me anyway. She's stubborn, that one."
"Got quite the temper." John stated with a nod. "Jus' like all the other Sheilas here."
"Tell me about it." They gazed at their hands. "How are you an' 'Mara doin'?"
"Just fine." The Aussie grinned. "Probably the best relationship I've ever been in." He set a card down. "I couldn't begin to imagine the relationship you an' Ro' have."
"It ain't my fault."
"What started it?"
"I don't want to talk about it." The Cajun said sternly.
"It's worse than I thought."
"Shut up." John just shrugged.
"Not my fault either, mate." Remy growled at him. "And stop that. You remind me too much of Rogue that way."
"Hmph."
"Real original, you two are."
X
Amara banged her head on the desk.
"Something wrong?" A voice asked behind her. She looked over at her friend, Rebecca.
"Oh, no. Of course not. Just tired. Extremely tired."
"You look like you got jumped.."
"Basically. Long story that I don't want to talk about." She said with a shrug.
"Street fight? You never were one to fight."
"How do you know?" Amara suddenly snapped. Then she sighed and lowered her head to the desk again. "Sorry. I'm on edge."
"Was it that John guy?"
"What do you mean 'was it John?'" Amara lifted her head and leaned it on her fist. "Are you accusing him of-" Rebecca shook her head.
"No, no! I would never do such a thing." She rolled her eyes at her friend's dark look. "Don't be so suspicious, okay? I was only wondering what he was all about. And when did you meet him? What's he like?"
"Why are you so interested all of a sudden?"
"Because, he, like, appeared out of nowhere and all of a sudden you two are awfully cozy at the dance!" Amara stayed silent.
"We've been friends for a while." She admitted softly. "And he's been nothing but sweet to me."
"He could be out for only one thing."
"No, he isn't that type. Believe me." She added emphasis to her last statement and winked. "He's super sweet. You should meet him."
"'Kay!" Becca seemed to jump at the idea.
"During lunch?"
"Sounds great."
X
Rebecca looked around for Amara in the hallway and saw her walking hand-in-hand with John. She decided a little spying needed to be done.
"I didn't think you would be ready to come back so soon after that jerk-" Amara stopped and lifted her finger to his lips.
"I don't want to talk about it." She said quietly. "The thing is, I was so relieved to see that you came to get me. Rogue and I couldn't hold out much longer or run from them."
"I never would have left you there and you know that." Becca stared as he leaned down and kissed her. He pulled back quickly and gripped her hand tighter. "Come on." She smiled.
"How did WW5 end? Or is the battle still raging?" He coughed and tried not to laugh as he told her most of what Remy had said to him. "It's still going on?"
"They vowed not to speak to each other.. or more like Rogue refuses to even give him the time of day. Glad that ain't happenin' with us, Sheila." She laughed.
"That would happen if you screwed up big time. So, he didn't tell you what caused it?"
"No." He stated in a matter-of-fact voice.
"Oh, and by the way, I'm going to introduce you to my friend Rebecca when we get to lunch. She wants to meet you." She poked him. "And you have to behave."
"Me? Behave?" He grinned innocently at her.
"Never." She stuck her tongue out at him when he rolled his eyes.
"Now that, my love, was very unfair." He frowned at her. "We never had the fairness talk, have we?"
"No." She laughed. "Which was probably why it was an unfair shot."
"Below the belt."
"Not that unfair, mind you, St. John." He gasped sharply and bent over, breathing hard.
"It felt like it!" She bit her lip to keep her laughter in.
"Come on, we have to get to lunch."
X
"How many times have I told ya not to talk to me!?" Rogue screamed, slamming her door. Amara sighed and watched as Remy growled and stormed back to his room, also adding a courtesy slam of his door.
"Fine! I won't!" Kitty put her hands on her hips as she blew her bangs from her eyes.
"This has to, like, stop soon. She's in a bad mood constantly because of some stupid comment. It's, like, so frustrating." The bouncy brunette pouted.
"Well, it isn't likely to happen if I know either of them as much as I think I do." John mumbled, walking down the hallway to his room from the shower.
"It's, like, so unfair!" Kitty threw up her arms before rolling her eyes and going on her way downstairs. Amara was left alone in the hallway, her eyes on the closed doors.
'If they don't make up soon, I'm going to strangle them.' She thought to herself. She went to her room and put on her headphones and started on her book. Time for a nice relaxing hour or two. She hoped.
X
Hmm.. Short chapter, I know! But hey, I guess I needed to update, anyway. Kind of mostly a 'nothing' chapter. Nothing big happens. Better than nothing, though, right? ::looks around:: Too quiet..
9-22-04