Bant: plot? What plot? ;-) I'm glad you think I'm doing a good job, thank you very much for the review!
Dreamschemer: thank you, I'm still intrigued about the apparent lack of action in my story though….
Xmengirlzrule: that's a motto not so many people have nowadays. I doubt very much its Remy's motto…but its all a matter of choice.
Ishandahalf: is any jacket as spiffy as Morrissey's? I think not. Well perhaps, but it would have to be pretty bloody spectacular. All the Rogue stuff will eventually surface, but in dribs and drabs, in a way I've made her even more secretive than Remy, so he can have fun playing detective. I'm thinking of some kinda magical sparkly pie chart to show the numbers of people saying "eh" at a given time. However you must take into consideration that it's not representative of the population ;-)
NiNab: I'm glad you loved it, especially as I very nearly forgot to tell you about it! And I don't think its in our favourite swamprat's nature to give up, do you?
Freak87: very sound advice! Don't doubt yourself, you seem to have your head firmly on your shoulders. It's quite fun disappointing Remy, if you think how many times he usually gets the girl, I reckon I'm just balancing it out a bit ;-)
Personage: Wayhey! New review ladies and gentlemen! It's very nice to see you, thank you for the chocolate that was greatly appreciated! And thank you for the review too, which was appreciated even more :-)
GothikStrawberry: yeah, Rogue has some relationship issues, the causes of which will come to light as the story goes on, its just up to Remy to find a way around that! Very glad you loved the chapter, I just hope you'll like the rest too, eek!
Sweety8587: yeah sorry I know it's a cliché, but at least some southern food is kinda a tradition don't ya think? I still don't agree with the southern restaurants though. Thanks very much for reviewing!
Epona04: wow, thank you for all those reviews! Pornstar? I'm confused! Glad you seem to be liking it though. Thanks again for reviewing.
Chica De Los Ojos Café: hehe, very glad you liked the chapter so much! Remy does look a bit desperate doesn't he? Mwhaha! Thanks for reviewing.
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Music When The Lights Go OutChapter Eleven (Something about making up)
Remy really had no idea what had happened last night. It had all been going great and then suddenly she had turned cold on him and run home. He thought he had already proved himself to be genuine, but every time they got too close, she would run away like a scared little girl. He just had no idea what went on in her head sometimes.
All he wanted to do was call her, speak to her and find out what had gone on and why she had pushed him away like that. He felt he deserved an explanation. He took the napkin with her number written on it, courtesy of Kitty, from where it was pinned to his fridge and dialled the number. It rang and rang, but no one picked up, eventually her answer machine cut in.
"Hi this is Rogue, Ah'm not in so leave me a message an' Ah'll get back ta ya." A sharp beep signalled that now was the time for him to speak.
"Rogue? Are y' there? Please pick up I need t' talk t' y'." He waited. Nothing. "Fine, I guess I'll see y' den." Defeated, he hung up and went back to worrying about her.
If she wasn't picking up, that really only meant two things. Either she really was out or she really didn't want to talk to him. He knew which one he hoped was true but given their already tempestuous history, he wouldn't like to place money on it. Looking at the time, and remembering the conversations of yesterday, if she was out there was really on one place he reckoned she would be. Her gallery, and that's exactly where he was going now.
Yes, it was perhaps a bit misguided, turning up at her work when for all he knew, she might have decided she never wanted to see him again, but hey, as that saying goes, people do crazy things when they're…he shook his head. It was no good thinking like that.
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Rogue sighed and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It was turning out to be quite a busy day, just as well she had decided to come in after all. A high school from a few blocks away had brought in a group of teenage students to make sketches and Rogue couldn't help being paranoid that something would get broken, didn't they know how to keep still?
She was trying her very best to keep occupied, that way she wouldn't have to think about Remy and what had happened last night. He had asked her to spend the night with him, and she had run away. Part of her had wanted to, wanted to very badly indeed, but at the back of her mind the whole time there was that nagging doubt that he still only saw her as a conquest, something to bed and then leave before the sun came up. She would not be a one-night stand, not again.
A look at the clock on the wall told her that Piotr should be here soon. He had agreed to give a talk to the fidgety art students about his work. Rogue wished him luck, right now she couldn't think of many things worse than getting that lot to settle down and listen. Of course, when she had told Kitty that Piotr was giving a talk, Kitty had decided she wanted to come along and listen too, anything to spend some time with the Russian. Rogue didn't mind, as long as Kitty was worrying about her own love life and not Rogues it was fine by her.
There was suddenly a crash over all the talking and background noise of the gallery. Rogue winced. Evidentially this was going to be a bad day. She wished the kids would leave, or at least stop talking and the place would be quiet again, she could feel a headache coming on.
"Hi Rogue!" Kitty practically screamed from the other end of the room to make herself heard above the chatter. Other patrons were looking annoyed, some had already left, this just wouldn't do.
"Kitty, help me do a lil crowd control," Rogue pleaded. Her friend looked in bewilderment at all the kids.
"I'll, like, try."
"Thank ya." They went round trying to quieten the students but their attempts to teach them gallery etiquette fell on deaf ears. The teenagers simply did not care.
"Well, just like, wait until Piotr gets here, that will like, totally shut the girls up anyway."
"Kitty!" Kitty rolled her eyes.
Defeated, Rogue went through to her backroom office, sat down at the cluttered desk and put her head in her hands, just about ready to curl up into a very small ball and stay like that until the day was over.
Not ten minutes had past however, when Kitty, who was holding fort out front, came through and shook her out of it.
"Rogue, someone wants to talk to you."
Rogue pulled herself up and went to see who it was and what they wanted, it was probably someone complaining about the students, or if she was lucky, wanting to buy a painting. He fingers were crossed.
"Bonjour chére." Rogue stopped dead.
"Remy, why did ya come here?"
"I had t' see y' chérie, I needed t' talk t' y', y' jus' ran away from me last night, left me all confused…"
Behind Rogue's back, Kitty raised her eyebrows. Last night? What had gone on last night? So Rogue had been going out with the hot Cajun all along and not told her! Kitty was outraged but decided to save it, this was too good to miss, even the noisy students had shut up to listen.
"It's just one moment ya sayin' how I was special, an' not just another notch on ya bedpost, and tha next ya asking me ta go ta bed with ya. Ya need ta make up ya mind Rem, what am I gonna be? A conquest or somethin' more?"
Remy had to stop for a moment to stop himself saying something he might later regret. She was telling him to make up his mind?! After last night that was just downright hypocritical. He took a deep breath, patience was a virtue, or at least that's what his Tante Mattie had always told him.
"I'm sorry if y' t'ought I was movin' t' fast or somet'in, but y' gotta make up y' mind t' Rogue. Y' hot one minute and cold de next and its gettin' tres hard t' work out y' next move. I really like y' chére, care 'bout y' way more dan I cared about any woman in a long while, but y' gotta help me out here 'cos I honestly don't know what y' want anymore."
Rogue looked at him. He had just finished pouring his heart out all over her gallery floor and she had a lump stuck in her throat. Just the fact he had practically yelled how much he cared about her across the now completely silent room had to count for something in her eyes. No one had ever made a public confession like that for her before…
"Ah want ya ta be honest with me Remy, Ah don't wanna be wonderin' all tha time if this is real or jus' some act ta get me inta bed. Ah ain't throwing myself inta anything lightly…"
He moved closer to her, taking her hand in his and placing it over his heart. "Cherie, y've run me t' hell an' heaven an' back again, all in de space of a few weeks an' I can' stop t'inkin' bout y', look at me, if I lose y' now it's gonna drive me crazy." He laughed a little, nervously, trying to lighten the tone.
Rogue bit her lip, she was so confused. Her head told her that this was probably a really bad idea, but her heart told her otherwise. When had she ever listened to her head?
In one swift movement she flew into his arms, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her face in his broad shoulder. He gratefully returned the embrace, closing his eyes and running a hand over her loose auburn curls. They were so wrapped up in each other that they were completely oblivious to the collective "aww" of everyone else in the gallery.
Piotr, all ready and prepared for his talk, chose that moment to push open the gallery doors only to find his best friend involved in a passionate clinch with his boss, to the apparent delight of a fairly large (not to mention fairly young) audience. Confused, he stood there, a puzzled expression playing on his face. He was wondering just what exactly he had missed.
Haha, I remember when I went on art gallery trips with various schools, we were all awful, even up until A Level, when most of us were about 17…
But that aside.....Review? Pretty please!
