Good Times and Hope
Chapter Seven
By: Lily Handle
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Author's Note: Man, that last chapter was a blast. Lots of fun with Logan, but sadly, no Logan in this chapter, but despair not for we have Lance and the triumphant return of Gambit in this one!
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While Kitty laughed with her friends but she felt his eyes on her. From the moment she stepped out of the limo, she had noticed he was watching with her and she didn't like the vibes she was getting from him. He seemed mad at her. He shouldn't be, she should be mad at him. It was completely his fault that they were broken up. He was so stupid. And yet, she wished he would come over and talk to her, even if they would just fight. He never talked to her now and she missed his particular bad boy charm. She knew that underneath all of that tough attitude he was just as insecure and unsure as everyone else, and maybe if he hadn't of let his pride get in the way they could still be together. He looked almost respectable tonight, in his single suit, the same one he had worn to the Sadie Hawkins dance. His hair kept hiding part of his face though, adding an air of danger and mystery to him. More than one girl had approached him tonight, and he'd ignored them, still watching her.
"You know, you should just like, confront him," Her friend Cindy said catching Kitty glancing at Lance.
"Pft, that would mean she cares," Jessica, her other friend said, waving a dismissive hand, "What she should really do is dance with Joshua Thompson, who's been sneaking glances at her all night."
"Oh yeah, make him jealous, that really shows she doesn't care what he thinks." Cindy rolled her eyes, "Makes lots of, like, sense Jess."
"Well, it's better than her just standing around with us," Jess gave Kitty a push towards the corner of the room where Joshua, who preferred to be called Josh, was standing with a group of guys. "Come on, Kitty, show Lance, like, you are so over him." And Kitty found herself walking towards Josh, asking him to dance and all the while thinking, but I'm not over him.
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Gambit picked up another rock from the hundreds around their feet, charged it and skipped it across the lake until it exploded near the middle, sending a fountain up into the air.
"Ya tryin' ta attract attention?" Rogue asked from where she sat on the hood of his car, her chin resting on her knees. He glanced over his shoulder at her. He was attracted to her, which he could accept. In fact, if it was just simple attraction he wouldn't feel so unsteady around her, but some little warning in the back of his mind was telling him there was more here. He wasn't quite ready to examine what that "more" was, but for now he would tempt fate and try to spend time with her.
"What's de fun of tresspassin' if ya don't tempt Fate, cherie?" He raised an eyebrow and skipped another glowing stone, "Half de fun is tryin' to get caught."
"Ya must be a pretty bad thief then if ya keep tryin' to get caught," She muttered, still blaming him for sweet talking her into coming with him. He had been on his way to Baltimore for a quick little job when he decided to pass through Bayville, just to check up on her. He'd seen the announcement on the high school's sign about Prom and impulsively decided to crash the party. A little fun, a little romancing of the Rogue, and maybe he'd figure out why he could feel her with him wherever he went.
"Now, if Gambit was a bad thief, he'd have been caught by now," He pointed out, coming to join her on the Jag's hood. "Don't ya want a little excitement in ya life, ma petite?"
"Ah get enough excitement," She glanced away from him and he sensed she was hiding something. He leaned back onto the windshield, his hands folded under his head and looked at the stars.
"Well den, what does de Rogue want most in de world? Jewels? Dat is quite de necklace ya are wearin'," He asked, and wasn't surprised when her hand flew protectively to the necklace.
"Leave it alone, it's not mine," She warned, "Don't ya dare think about stealin' it."
He chuckled, "Now, why would ya think dat's what Ah meant?"
"Because ya are a thief?" She said sarcastically.
"Not tonight, Gambit is takin' the night off from bein' a thief. So, cherie, what da ya want most in life?"
She snorted, "What does it matter? Ah ain't never gonna get it anyway, so…" She trailed off and looked so sad he wanted to sit up and take her in his arms. Instead he pushed the kind urge away and laughed.
"Never say never, Ya may just get what ya want one day."
"Oh, an' what da ya want outta life? Riches, Ah bet, lots a'riches."
He smiled, that's what most people thought he wanted, and he did, but that wasn't the be all and end all of his life. "Maybe one day Ah'll tell ya exactly what Ah want outta life."
"Why are ya here, Remy?" She asked, and he smiled at the use of his name. No one really called him that anymore, he liked that she did. He wondered what it would be like to kiss her, suddenly. He knew she'd take on his powers and memories and he'd probably end up on the ground a twitching mess, but he wanted to know. He rolled over onto his knees, putting his face close to hers. She gasped and jerked her head back in surprise. When he tried to kiss her, she put her hand over his lips.
"Don't! Ya can't, Ah can't."
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, "How da ya know if ya don't try, cherie?"
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Author's Note: Yes! I left you wondering does he kiss her? Does he not? Oooh, you'll never know! Mwha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! Well, at least right now you don't! Now, back to evil laughing! Mwha, ha, ha, ha!