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Just thought I'd start typing this up...
Silver Fire And Wings
Chapter 8
Queen Of Remy
"So what chere want to watch?" Remy asked Rogue.
"Somethin' scareh. Lahke...Queen of Tha Damned!" She said, pointing at a poster excitedly.
"Queen O' Th' Damned, chere? All right." He went to buy two tickets.
"Sorry, but right now only couples are allowed inside this movie." The old, wrinkled ticket-taker droned.
Remy smirked. He swept Rogue into his arms. "But madame, Remy thought he and chere were couple." In Rogue's ear he whispered, "Come on, chere. It the onl' way we get t' see th' movie."
"Please, ma'am? Remy an' Ah ahre a couple." Rogue said, putting her arms around his neck and crossing her fingers out of sight.
"All right. Enjoy the show." She handed them two tickets. They went in after they got some popcorn and diet sodas. (A/N: I don't like diet sodas.)
As they walked to their seats, they saw more than a few couples making out and as they passed one row, they saw motion on the seats. (A/N: Ewww!)
They watched the movie. At one point Rogue squeaked.
Afterwards..."Oh my gosh that was like the best movie like ever!" 'Uh oh, I'm channeling Kit'.
"So what chere want t' do now?"
"Well, in about 15 minutes, Kit'll have found someone else to be a guinea pig. So....the park?"
"Alright chere." They walked there, Remy walking his bike.
Rogue sat on the edge of the fountain and dragged the tips of her fingers through the water. She leaned over to get a coin from the bottom and, "Ow!"
"What de matter chere?" Remy asked, en guarde.
"Just mah back. Ah slept on it wrong." She rolled her shoulders.
"Dat all? Remy rub chere's back." He sat behind her and started kneading her back.
"Ohh, that feels good Rem!" She leaned back into his hands. (A/N: Perverts if you think of it that way!)
"Oh, so Remy's chere have special name for him?" He teased her.
"Oh cut it out!" She snapped. After a few minutes of silence, "Yah know what swamp rat? Yah aren't that bad."
"Merci chere." He leaned over her. "Remy think chere de most belle femme he ever seen."
"Thanks, Rem." She was about to say something else when Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. Ding.
"Oh mah gawd! It's 10! Mah curfew's at 10:16 and we're almost half an hour away from tha Instatute!"
"Don' worry chere, Remy get you there in time." Was it her or was there a little worry in his handsome face? 'Eek! I did not think that! Bad Rogue! Bad!'
They got on the bike. He started it up and hit the accelerator. "EEEEEEEEEE!" They were going 95 miles an hour! "REMY ETIENNE LEBEAU! SLOW THIS DAMN THING DOWN BEFOAH WE GET KILLED!"
"Sorry chere, it's either this or be late!" At that she paled. She'd rather get killed on a bike than be late for Logan's curfew. So she sat tight. Needless to say they got there in time. He walked up to the door with her.
"Yah bettah scram swamp rat befoah they see yah and think yah're attacking meh." He opened the door.
"Didn't Remy tell chere? He an X-Men now." Rogue stared and almost fainted.
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Kurt was now back in with Amanda. "Zee you tomorrow, liebe!" He told her cheerfully. He hung up and walked away whistling the tune he had heard earlier.
Crash.
Crash.
Crash.
The sound repeated itself. He went to it's source. Ray was flat on his back with Sylvia on top of him pounding her fist into his face.
"Tahke it back!" She yelled at him. "NOW!"
"Vhat deed Ray do?" Sylvia answered him.
"He called meh a bitch that couldn't do anything but fuck herself!" She fairly growled. More punching.
"Uh oh." Kurt bamfed away to find a grownup. (A/N: The suggestion for spelling bamfed right was barfed! LOL!)
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Uh oh.. Ray's in for it. Trust me. There, a chapter that's almost nothing but Rogue and Remy! How's your reaction to his being 'an X-Men'? If you read, review!
The Crazy One