Hope I ain't goin' into their relationship too fast... oO;
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".. And that's why we're so dissapointed in you!" Had she been listening? Not likely. It was her job to nod her head at times she felt appropriate. "Never, and I mean NEVER, skip school again! I had to bail you out the last four classes you had!"
"Alright! Ah get it, Bright Eyes," Rogue snapped, standing up to glare at Scott Summers, before turning to leave the room. She was actually, quite surprised that Professor Xavier had nothing to say about this...

'Rogue,' Damn! Why did she always forget he was a bloody telepath? 'After Scott leaves, I believe you should come to talk to me... In private.' She groaned inwardly. Now she was screwed.
Not to mention that, now that she had been freshly reminded he was a telepath, he'd know all about her little... Adventure, with the enemy.

Rogue stayed near the corner, watching the door, and waiting for Cyke to leave. Finally, the door opened, and Scott stepped out, looking both ways before finally stepping through, and walking down the hall.
With a gulp, she stepped forward, and into his office once more.
"Please, sit down, Rogue." She complied, stepping nervously, and sitting int he chair, looking up as she waited for him to broach his lecture.

Finally, his lips parted, and he began to speak.
"Rogue... As I understand it, you skipped school... To gallavant around New York with a... Remy LeBeau?" Finally! His real name revealed.
".. Yes suh," she muttered, looking away. He nodded his head. "Rogue... I want you to understand... Gambit, is the enemy. He works for Magneto..." He paused, glaring as her lips parted to reply. She stopped, and waited. He continued.

"Not by his will." Rogue seemed shocked, eyes staring down to the ground. "Gambit was disowned, as you say, from New Orleans. He is a master thief, foster son of the the legendary Jean Luc LeBeau, leader of the Thieves Guild." He sighed, looking up to her. "He had no choice but to join forces with Magneto. Thief though he was, he had no money, and felt it wrong to steal to get it. Magneto offered him a home, food, and family."

Rogue said nothing, simply stared at the carpet.
".. Is, this all y'wanted ta tell me, prof?" she stated quietly, looking up. He nodded his head.
"In other words, Rogue... You may become friends with him, hang around him... But never," he stated with a smirk. "Never, skip school again."
She blushed slightly, and nodded her head. One thought tugged at her mind.
"Professor... What if we were to, meet them in battle again?" Xavier sighed. "That, I shall leave between you and Remy to figure out..." He chuckled softly. "You are free to go."

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"Dammit.. Dammit... Dammit... Dammit..." Remy repeated, banging his head agianst the kitchen table. "Detention?! I have detention fo' de nex' t'ree days?!" Piotr nodded.
"Da... I am sorreh, Remy..." The Cajun groaned, banging his head once more. ".. Ow."
John laughed.
"Don' worry, mate... Rogue'll be joinin' ye'..." Remy groaned again.

"Great! She'll prolly kill me for gettin' 'er inta dis mess..." John shrugged. "She seems ta like ya', mate... Who knows? Live an' let go!" Remy looked up.
".. Why can' I just kill y'instead?"

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The bell sounded in the air for the fifth time. Just a few more, and class would be out.
Remy's head rested on the table, seemingly studying the knot in the lightly polished wood. Rogue sat with her chin resting in her hand, eyes shut.
She opened them quickly, however, when a peice of paper flew onto her desk. Curiously, Rogue picked it up, and eyed the teacher... She was quite intent on her book.

She quickly unfolded the paper, and read what was scribbled neatly in pen.

Care to ride with me after this, chere? Or perhaps later, after dark..?


She smirked slightly, pulling a pen from her pocket to reply...

How do you expect anyone to be able to read your handwriting, Cajun?Sure, I'd love to go.

She tossed it back, only to receive it a few seconds later.

You didn't seem to have a problem with it... Great! I'll come getcha at the Xavier place around... Eight?

She smiled softly, nodding, even though she knew he couldn't see her.

Sounds fine.

The teacher looked up as she tossed the paper back.
"You will both stay an extra half-an-hour..."
"DAMMIT!" both hissed quietly, groaning softly.

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"Remy's gotta date! Remy's gotta date!" John said in a singson voice repeatedly as he followed Remy around the house.
".. An', what'd be new 'bout dis?"
"Ah dunno, but.... Remy's gotta date!"

Gambit rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
"So I'm takin'er out... What d'big deal?"
"Da big deal," John replied, imitating his accent poorly. "Is that, this is tha girl you've liked since tha' one day in tha' ol' park... Tha girl who turned y' down at lunch tha otha day, tha girl..."
"ALRIGH'! I get it," Remy murmured, smacking him upside the head. "Look... I'll b'back prolly after eleven... Don' stay up." John shrugged.

"Whatevah... Just don't go too crazy. She can' touch, 'member?"
".. Don' remind me," he murmured, walking to the door.

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Rogue sat in the rec. room, reading her book intently... Well, not so, actually. Her eyes kept flickering to the window, as she shifted in her spot countless times, feeling... Giddy.
She cringed at this. Giddy, was not the word to describe her. Far from it.
But, she was...
"Excited?" She jumped as the familiar, girly voice filled her ears.

"Can't y' simply enter a room like a normal person?"
"It's, like, not as much fun if I do that!" Kitty replied, grinning as she walked into the room. "So, like... When's he coming?"
".. Kitty?" Rogue said, shutting her book. "Say 'like' one mo' time, an' Ah'll..."
The rev of a motorcycle engine filled the room, becoming louder, and more demandin with each rev. Kitty looked out the window.

".. Guys with bikes are like... So hot..."
"Back off, Barbie," Rogue rpelied with a smirk. Kitty's eyes widened.
".. Possessive, are we? You likey the Cajun dude..?" Rogue didn't seem to hear her. She stood, and walked to the front, opening to door, and running out to him.

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It felt right... The feeling of the bike beneath her, the way her hair snapped in the wind, her arms around him... All of it. She rubbed in closer to him for warmth, feeling a quite noticable shudder pass through his body.
Remy gulped, eyes intent on the dark road before him, trying to ignore the thoughts that bombarded his mind.
He finally made his way up the familiar hill, and stopping the bike slowly, and climbing off. He turned to help her... This time, she accept the help, and grabbed his hand.

She followed behind him, sitting down on the ledge beside him, and gasped, looking out over the bright lights that filled her vision... All colors, even.
Greens and yellows primarily... It was simply beautiful.
"Ah c'n see why ya come here," she whispered, eyes fixed out over New York. ".. It's simple, yet... So comforting..."
Remy nodded his head, hair dancing along with the breeze.

"Mais oui... Not even Piotr or John know 'bout dis place..." She looked up to him, suddenly curious.
".. Why me, Remy?" she whispered softly. "Why me, off al the girls at Bayville? Ones that y'c'n touch, ones that'll treat ya good... Why me?"
".. Dere's more ta love den touch," he replied softly, eyes fixed ahead. "Dere's more to love den dat, chere. Y'gotta b'able to look inside, an' see, who'll treat ya well, who'll love ya in return," he said, turning to look at her. "Y'can' control who ya fall in love wit'. But, My heart skipped a beat when I first saw y'."

She refused to let the bubble of laughter she suddenly felt escape her lips, for fear that it would come out as a choked sob... Love?
She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself. She started, as a new sense of weight was added to her shoulders. Remy had wrapped his trenchcoat around her, along with his arm around her shoulders.
Her muscles tensed, but she soon relaxed, leaning into him cautiously, head resting on his chest.

They sat in silence, watching over the city, neither daring to break the sense of serenity that shrouded over them like a thick blanket.
Silence.

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Author's Note:

Y'likey? Heh heh... All is going as planned... -Puts hands together like Mr. Burns- Exceeeeellllent...
oo; Always wanted t'do that...
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