Shiny

Chapter 12

Shoutouts:

Freelancer- I'm going to do Romy, but I'm going to do it RIGHT. Its not going to be Remy helping Rogue because she's so sorry for herself because she can't touch people. That bothers me so much.

The Uncanny R-Man- I don't know if there is going to be a Piotr and Lance fight. I have other things planned.

"The great thing about this place is that you've got all these different kinds of syrup." Kitty rotated the syrup dish.

Illyana peeked out from behind the fort she had made out of menus. "Are they all yummy?"

Piotr sat back and crossed his arms, watching his sister test every kind of syrup with Kitty. At that moment a thought dawned on him. He was very lucky. His sister and brother, for one reason or another, had been spared from certain slaughter. They all had their health, and Piotr had found love. He frowned. Did he really want to use the 'L' word? He looked at Kitty, balancing a spoon on the tip of her nose, which, unknown to the amazed Illyana, had sticky syrup on the inside.

He laughed inwardly. Yes, that was the right word to use. At some point in the last few weeks he had fallen in love with the young brunette. He wouldn't tell her though. At least, not now. Sure, he was positive she liked him, but love was a different story. And if she didn't return it when he told her, he would be crushed like a tin can, no pun intended. Piotr vaguely heard his name.

"Piotr... PIOTR!" Kitty's hand was waving in front of his eyes.

Piotr double blinked. "Yes?"

"What do you want?" She glanced up at the impatient waiter who was giving Piotr a strange and annoyed look.

"Oh." He stared at the menu for a second. "I think the international breakfast and a cup of coffee." The waiter wrote it down, then left.

"You do know it's just American pancakes and bacon. None of it was actually invented in another country."

"Why call it such then?"

"False advertising." Kitty shrugged. "An annoying yet embedded part of American life."

Rogue felt the corners of her mouth curve upwards in a smile. She tried to suppress what was bubbling up inside of her, but failed and her lips parted for a laugh as she fell down, clutching her sides.

"Its not funny, Cherie!" Remy cursed her and evoked the name of a dozen Christian Saints. He stamped out the last few flames on the tail of his trench coat, and glared over at John, who responded with a shrug and a sheepish grin. The Cajun lifted up the coat before him. It was a good foot shorter than before and a great deal blacker. He cast it aside and sat on the backyard step. It was his turn to cook that night, and in the absence of matches had foolishly asked John to light the barbecue. Gambit picked up a leaf, charged it, and threw it at the still chuckling Rogue.

"What'd you do that for?" She shouted, brushing the smoke from her eyes.

"I did it for you, Cherie." He gave her a mock bow.

"You're a bastard, you do know that right?"

"As shown by the testimony by countless women. Although under different circumstances than in which you just said it, I'm afraid." He grinned perversely. Rogue stuck her tongue out at him. Remy shrugged and smugly smirked.

John looked uncomfortable. "The sexual tension out here is suffocating. I'm going inside so you can just get it over and done with. Maybe then things will stop getting so Goddamn annoyingly pathetic around here. He slammed the door on the way in.

"Yeah, that's exactly what is going on out here," Rogue scoffed. Gambit stuck his hands in his pocket and sat himself next to Rogue. "Don't fool yourself, Gumbo." She almost laughed.

"Well, most people hide their true feelings by taunting. You seem to have been doing that a lot lately."

She scowled. "If ya haven't noticed, I ain't 'most people.'"

"Ah yes. And that's the wonderful thing about you." He leaned back. "We'd go great together, you know." He looked over at her eyes. A strange and unfamiliar expression graced her face. Remy smiled and leaned in, not caring about the consequences her touch would bring. Expecting her lips to meet his lips, he was surprised when her hand harshly met the side of his head.

"Stop thinking with your pants."

"I can't help it." He smiled. "I'm Cajun."

(A/N: Its strange... this chapter is shorter than the last... but I like it a lot more. Maybe its shorter because I only had to do two shoutouts. ::Cough::

And please excuse any spelling errors in this chapter. My hands are EXTREMELY cold... thus making it hard to type.

I'm also going through some sort of... emotional breakdown. My whole world is falling down around my feet. I'm not depressed about it... I'm just very scared and stressed out and all.

WHERE THE FUCKING HELL ARE MY ASTERICKS! IS BEING A TOTAL JACKASS. I'm writing to them...
Uh... I'm actually liking my Romy. Please tell me if you dont. I'll fix it, I swear!)